Chapter Thirty-Nine: Another Day Trying to Bring Youbao Home Again

"Mu You?"
Xu Ya's eyes darkened.
She scanned her surroundings vigilantly, then turned and gestured to her bodyguards.
"Let's go over there to talk."
In a corner.
The person removed their mask and hat, revealing a face that left Xu Ya in shock.
To conceal her true nature, she rarely allowed much expression to show before outsiders.
But the person before her...
"Old Madam, it seems you still remember—"
The small boat continued forward, parting the sea. On the horizon, the morning sun rose slowly, and eventually, the light dispelled the darkness.
Jin Wancheng dared not fight any longer; his heroic spirit had vanished completely, and his imperial demeanor was nowhere to be found. Ignoring the need to rescue Jin Tianze, he turned and fled toward the outside of the palace.

Tang Yu tried to observe the man opposite him, and sure enough... a peculiar luster flickered in the man's eyes. Subsequently, he was so shocked he could not speak, only murmuring to himself.
It was Mei Ruoxi's first time eating at such a roadside breakfast stall, and she was truly unaccustomed to it. The ground underfoot was greasy, and the crude table looked far from clean.
"How is it?" Mo Qilin spoke indifferently at this moment, looking at everything before him, yet entirely unconcerned.
Before the Illusory Sea, countless people stood hesitant. Crossing the Illusory Sea could grant the opportunity to enhance one's mental power, but the consequence of failure was often worse than death, so many were wavering.
Mo Jiadi was also gnashing his teeth in anger, but after glancing at the leopard that seemed ready to pounce and tear him apart at any moment, he dared not make a sound.
Cheng Lin Ting nodded slightly and said, "What powerful Thunder Tribulation Fire! No wonder so few have managed to cross it throughout the ages. Without this 'Heaven-Concealing Veil,' I fear..." Just then, a crack rang out from the thunderclouds, and another bolt of red lightning pierced through, its sound so sharp it made the eardrums ache. The lightning struck the white veil, causing streaks of flame to spread.
The remaining two were too close to each other and dared not fire their guns. Ma Zhe kicked and struck left and right, leaving the two extraterritorial agents screaming in agony, unable to offer any resistance.
The three trapped within the Three-Light Nine-Splendor Barrier watched with clenched fists; if they could have defeated the three World Lords individually, they would not have suffered such a total defeat here. It would have been a great victory.
Zhang Shouyi's son, Zhang Cheng, had begun making contact with Li Jiahao a few years ago. Immediately after, Zhang Shouyi demanded that Zhang Cheng do whatever it took to stay by Li Jiahao's side, to master and steal useful intelligence, and to learn about the political decisions and movements of their family elders through Li Jiahao and his associates.
Thinking that she had treated him well enough, Lu Fei felt annoyed by the hotel manager's conduct and stepped in to teach him a lesson.
Unsure of what had sparked her inspiration, just as she was about to faint in despair, a flicker of vitality suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Report! Why can't we go?" Xiahou Wei, unable to contain his anger, shouted immediately.
Long Cangfeng's reasoning was that his own identity was quite specific and he was certainly already under enemy surveillance, but Huang Xiang was merely a photography enthusiast who would surely go unnoticed by anyone.
After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a pair of high-end cameras and large sunglasses arrived at the restaurant.
Xu Luanfei cast a disgruntled, angry glance at Long Cangfeng. Zheng Wan could see it clearly: her girl and Long Cangfeng had evidently reached a level of intimacy that was inseparable—it was even highly likely that the raw rice had already been cooked, and the die was cast.
Zhuge Xuan recognized this trick; it meant that the sounds inside the private room could not be heard outside. Yet, she stared back at Lu Fei without a shred of fear, locking eyes with him, refusing to yield.
Lin Chong’s gaze suddenly swept toward this direction, and when he saw it was Lu Ping, his tightly furrowed brow relaxed.
However, her eyes were somewhat hollow and dazed; looking at Zhao Tianming, it was as if she did not recognize him at all.