Chapter 31: Saving a Life

Li Qingyun enjoyed a restful sleep, and when she awoke, it was already four in the afternoon. Gu Tingzhou and the two children were playing together in the main room.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Li Qingyun leaned against the doorframe, watching the father and sons interact.

“You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you. You’ve worked hard these past days.”

Seeing how happily the three of them played, Li Qingyun went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Tonight, she planned to make a hearty soup with pork bones, mung beans, and kelp, along with a pot of steamed dumplings as the main dish. The leftover dumplings in her storage would soon be impossible to take out if she didn’t use them now.

Just as dinner was ready—

Lin Zheng was waiting downstairs, and before long, Wu Feng arrived as well, accompanied by a policeman surnamed Liu. His name was Liu Ze, and he had just finished questioning Xia Fei.

Ji Wuchang’s gaze lingered beyond the light screen; it was clear that, for a brief moment, Ji Wuchang had called upon his soul power.

According to Lin Xi’s calculations, even the most resilient among the desolate ones below could last no more than a hundred breaths. If it were an ordinary early-stage Saint of the Heaven and Earth Realm, surrounded by such a technique as his Soul Tempering Fire, that would be the extent of their endurance.

Steve nodded in response. Although most of the redstone dug from the mine had been consumed by the scroll, there was still enough for a redstone block.

“Get out, take your mangy mutt with you, and don’t let me see you again,” Yi Zhan said irritably.

Although the Fujiwara family also trained ninjas, those truly skilled in elemental ninjutsu were few and far between; most were taijutsu specialists, unlike the Yamamoto family’s all-rounded ninja training.

Lin Zheng’s mind was icy calm, yet his emotions teetered on the brink of fury. After dispatching the enemy before him, he turned and lashed out at another with a swift kick.

A sound that should not have existed rang out, and Steve felt the surrounding elemental energies plunge into chaos. A violent wave of psychic force washed over him, leaving him briefly dizzy.

Lin Zheng understood well that the level of radiation he had suffered was almost certainly fatal. That he was unharmed could only mean one possibility.

“I…”—I was also at the office this afternoon. But before Huo could finish his words, Xu Huinan abruptly interrupted.

Lin was silent for two seconds, then took out the Moonlight Vine. Waiting for the system’s prompt, he held his breath for a few moments, then let it out in a single rush.

Hearing Earls’ reply, and seeing the playful look on his face, William couldn’t help but imagine something unpleasant. But before he could voice his thoughts, Earls waved a hand to cut him off.

Watching the changing expressions on William’s face, a faint smile crept onto Earls’ lips—a smile that held a hint of mockery.

Later, I asked Wangcai what he thought about the matter. Wangcai said, “Good and evil always have their end. The serpent demon met its fate; that was heaven’s punishment, nothing more.”

Though wizards refer to the Mirror Space as simply another dimension, in reality it’s a unique multiversal layer attached to the physical world.

Lin shook his head helplessly. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to get online today. He calculated that he’d have to get up early tomorrow; whether or not he’d be able to log in, he at least had to assemble the parts first.

He also realized that when he was trapped beneath the Five Elements Mountain, Qiu Ming had not come to save him—was it because Qiu Ming thought there was no hope?

“I’ve always considered him family, my own elder brother. If you love me, you should respect him, because he holds an important place in my heart.” I gazed solemnly at Jin Yan, enunciating every word.

Upon hearing this, Jin Qiao’er’s pupils contracted. Everyone outside knew she detested being called Lady Lu, the Heir’s Wife—she’d rather be addressed as Miss Jin, or by her family’s honorific, than bear her husband’s family name. Yet Mingyue had addressed her so in public, making her feel deeply humiliated.

It seemed this wasn’t the only thing weighing on her today. Observing her expression, Mingyue saw that her brows remained furrowed, her mood far from cheerful.

Lin Mubai took a deep breath. Anxiang’s enmity toward the Prince Gong’s household surely stemmed from this. Did Anxiang perhaps know something more?