Volume 1, Chapter 36: Mother and Father Have Arrived

"Since everything is fine, let us continue on our way."

"One million five hundred thousand medium-grade profound stones." A soft voice rang out, as pleasant and soothing as being surrounded by a field of flowers.

It was only natural, after all; among everyone present, who could possibly have a higher net worth than Xiao Yibai, or be more worthy of the resort owner's attention?

Fortunately, there were no unexpected incidents this time. Ye Feng searched the corpse's robes and found some poison and a medallion. Turning the medallion over, he saw the words "Blood Poison" inscribed upon it.

His father, Ming Tianzheng, had previously attempted to threaten Qin Mu but was instead thrown into prison by him. With the pillar of his family gone, he had pinned all his hopes on Zhou Sheng, who had become his only reliance at that time.

It must be said that Cheng Xinlan's second ploy had been effective. At the very least, she had witnessed Zhou Yu's fury firsthand; with a crown of metaphorical green grass atop his head, the hatred he felt toward Qiao Wan'er was beyond measure.

Therefore, rather than joining WIN only to be relegated to a benchwarmer doing odd jobs, You Jian would rather go to a secondary league club to fight for a spot in the rotation.

Cheng Xinlan had now assumed the guise of a saint. She was smugly pleased with the unprecedented success of her scheme, though she tried hard to suppress it; to anyone who didn't know better, she appeared to be gloating.

However, they had to obey military orders. Fighting off their drowsiness, the two chatted to pass the time.

Just as he had done last time, Long Tianyu found a quiet spot nearby and sat down. He first erected a barrier behind him, and only then did he sit comfortably, pretending to rest while closing his eyes to silently keep watch over what lay behind him.

He sighed as he looked over. The two young women were huddled in the corner of the courtyard, drenched by the filthy pond water like drowned rats, their beautiful faces bruised and swollen—they looked utterly wretched.

They kept Song Jia's kindness in their hearts, becoming even more determined to study hard so that when they grew up, they could repay her.

This man bore a slight resemblance to Crown Prince Huang Chengjun, yet his features were more effeminate, lacking the youthful spirit hidden beneath Huang Chengjun's composure. It would be more accurate to call the expression on this man's face calculating rather than composed, as if no amount of emotion could ever alter his demeanor.

"Very well, bring the item here. I am quite curious to see what kind of treasure it really is." Seeing his confidence, Li Xiuning felt a spark of interest.

"Well, it's not like they record every day, is it? Even if they record occasionally, you don't have to hide away," Su Qingcheng said, looking at him with reluctance.

As soon as dawn broke, the courtyard became bustling. Zhao Zhizhi was the first to rise, and when someone knocked on the door to call them for breakfast, Ye Qingyang scrambled up as well.

"No matter, no matter! He is a great poet, after all—what is wrong with saying a few coarse words? My teacher even farted and burped during lectures..." Master Madai laughed heartily, clearly delighted.

Li Mufan was miserable. He had only brought Xiao Chen along out of brotherly loyalty, never imagining that his brother would be the one selected instead.

Liu Tiantian's strength was gradually failing; her voice grew weaker and weaker, and she began to slowly sink.

However, there was an even greater sense of curiosity regarding it. Watching those powerful beasts, including Shuke and the old man, succumb to its bloodline suppression, was truly something to behold.

Li Wei naturally did not stand on ceremony. He wanted to see what other tricks Wu Huaimin had up his sleeve. Having been so angry that morning that he had skipped breakfast, he was famished; looking at the table full of his favorite vegetarian dishes, Li Wei tucked in immediately.