Chapter 114: The Decision to Build a House

Li Qingyun was indeed somewhat tempted. The house they lived in now was an old mud-brick dwelling, and who knew when it might collapse in a heavy snowstorm? Building a sturdier house would certainly be an improvement.

Gu Tingzhou, however, hesitated. He still wanted to take his wife and children with him if he transferred with the army. If they built a new house, who would live in it? When their circumstances improved, the family would settle in the city, and the country house would be left empty.

But seeing his wife and mother enthusiastically discussing the matter of building a new house, he let go of his concerns. As long as his wife was happy, let them build it. Besides, in winter, a solid house could better withstand blizzards. After all, in the future if—

Jun Lan seemed to have heard the greatest joke of the day. With a flick of his black sleeve, a watery curtain, ten feet high, rose from the ground.

Everyone met, joining hands in delight. In public, the Seventh Madam cast her gaze over Lu Ming, lowering her eyes slightly as a gesture of respect.

Wen Yushan was the first to sense the arrival of an outsider and immediately awoke. At first, he thought Chang Sheng had returned, but upon seeing the visitor, he realized his guess was wrong.

On the heights of Yunshan, an aged figure struggled to reach the summit, and above the elder's head, arrows shot past like meteors.

Su Xiaoqing wanted to scream, but this was the Gu family home; the floors above and below were all filled with Gu family members. If she made a sound, wouldn’t everyone know at once?

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Zhan Ying absorbed a total of twenty traces, which was a rather good harvest.

This figure didn’t reach out to take the Heart-Piercing Dagger from Ding Feng’s hand, but raised his head to fix Ding Feng with a piercing stare.

The one taking the stage was, naturally, from the Long family—none other than Master Long Zhetian himself, who had personally arrived at Tongtian Island in the past.

At this moment, the scene unfolding was simply too tempting for any man. Sometimes, it isn’t brazen flirtation that renders a man helpless, but rather this kind of pure, bashful charm—it was the ultimate weapon.

Mentioning the name Hong Fei, in the Thousand Clouds Sect only the Supreme Elder Zhong Wuyin could compare. Hong Fei was a Nascent Soul powerhouse of the Longyan Sect, one of the seven Nascent Souls of the Seven Sects of Lingnan.

The furniture in this room was rather old-fashioned, but thanks to careful maintenance, it did not appear worn, lending the place a sense of heritage.

So, who was it? Who could silently infiltrate and even poison their teacups without a trace?

Chen Lin had also seen the news about Hu Mang’s suicide, but after glancing at it, he paid it no further mind—everything was under his control.

The conference room was utterly silent. It was obvious to all that Director Guan was genuinely anxious; no one dared utter a word.

Yet, what Zhou Wutian hadn’t expected was that, although the young man’s fist shadow had been shattered by the Exploding Tiger Fist, the fragments of the stone fist retained their offensive power, unexpectedly smashing toward Zhou Wutian from both sides of his punch.

It was clear someone was trying to matchmake the two! It seemed Yang Ning and Lü Yuzhen—Dong Yu’s two roommates—thought Chen Lin was quite a good match for their friend, and had begun intentionally creating opportunities for them.

Of course, such photos couldn’t be posted directly on Li Dong’s Weibo. With over ten million followers, the consequences would be severe—it could be construed as malicious distribution of obscene material, attracting the attention of law enforcement and cyber security authorities.

“Speak,” said Huangfu Ye, turning back, standing as if about to leave at any moment.

“How are this year’s taxes in Qianzhou?” Jiang Anyi inquired. As one of the top three in the ninth year of Fengle, Wei Youcheng had long since taken up his post in the capital. He and Zhang Zhicheng were close friends, both prefects, so naturally, a sense of rivalry lingered.

Ren Xintong looked at her mother, Li Su’e, and didn’t try to hide anything. “It’s a boy.” She was already old enough to begin her internship, and Li Su’e encouraged her every day to meet quality young men, so there was no need for secrecy.

These two mother talismans were gradually formed after Fu Yu’s successful opening, a split soul from Qin Changfeng’s intent combined with the will of Heaven, under the influence of primal power and the fluctuations of the Talisman Dao.

Then, under the noonday sun, Su Mu slowly disappeared before Gu Dong’s eyes. Gu Dong picked up a key from the ground, used it to open the old house’s door, and strode boldly inside.