Chapter 69: A Proposal for Remarriage

After seeing Qinghuan off, Gu Tingzhou took his family to the old house to celebrate the festival.

Li Qingyun brought along a pound of fatty pork, a pig’s ear, and some side dishes. They had already sent a basket of bean buns as a gift yesterday, so what they brought today was more than enough.

Gu Tingzhou chatted with his father and elder brother in the main hall, taking the opportunity to relax as a family during the rare holiday, free from the usual work.

Meanwhile, Mother Gu and her two daughters-in-law busied themselves in the kitchen, chatting idly as they cooked.

“Why didn’t you bring your eldest sister along?” Mother Gu asked her second daughter-in-law. “It’s the festival today. Letting her spend it alone—”

Yao Long had been a prodigy since birth. Though his journey in martial arts hadn’t been entirely without obstacles, he had swept through his peers with near invincibility. Even in Qianyang Sect—a prestigious eighth-rank sect that gathered the brightest talents from the entire Qian Dynasty—he ranked among the top twenty-five inner disciples on the Azure List.

Understanding Long Muchan’s intentions, the principal subtly signaled for Xia Yimo to sit beside Long Muchan as soon as they entered the restaurant’s private room.

Four corporate presidents had gotten into trouble. Regardless of what actually happened, the entire city was abuzz with rumors. If they weren’t implicated, it would be fortunate, but if the Han family were dragged into the mess, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Feng Bai Guo had every reason to believe that any man who saw her would be easily captivated.

He didn’t appear calm by nature; it was simply that, no matter how reluctant he was, he still had to leave. He didn’t want to linger any longer than necessary.

Zhou Chengzhe had already been stirred by Yun Xi’s extraordinary talent, as shown in the video. Now, as she provocatively challenged him without restraint, all his calm and rationality were burned away, leaving nothing but fury.

“Put your arms around my neck.” He frowned, his gaze falling on her swollen cheeks, his heart aching with every throb.

Yet, as he looked at Long Anqi sitting beside him, her eyes wrapped thickly in gauze, he couldn’t hide the pain and anger etched across his face.

“Su Mulin, you aren’t still holding a grudge against me over this, are you?” Su Muyao found Su Mulin’s behavior baffling. Where had that obedient, well-behaved Su Mulin gone?

In the end, it was from Shangguan Jie that they learned Leng Bai had left right after dinner, not joining them at Blue Harbor at all.

He recalled every detail of that memory. Perhaps it was because his brain had been enhanced, or maybe as a side effect of increased mental strength, but every aspect of that past event was vivid in his mind.

After just one meal, Sasuke had adjusted to his new state. Suddenly accelerating, his feet danced along the tree trunk as if balancing on a tightrope. Swaying, he surpassed the height he’d reached on the first day. Shafts of dim light filtered through the dense branches and leaves. Steadying his breath, he gripped his kunai, ready to carve his “achievement.”

When Zhu Da returned home from the blacksmith’s workshop, he passed a courtyard in the east of the city. Inside, dozens of people were noisily discussing something. The commotion was such that no one dared intervene. Onlookers outside would steal a glance before hurrying away, careful not to get involved.

As for Black Starfruit, it was never a mass-produced crop, nor was it cultivated by hand. Its quality aside, the yield was wildly inconsistent. Some plants bore many fruits, others only a handful. Gathering enough to fill Mengmeng’s pouch was by no means a simple task.

Yu Bai turned his head, only then noticing a street performer not far from the foot of the overpass, leaning against the warmly lit wall of a nearby shop—a prime spot. The performer must have been resting, but as soon as the light turned green, he began to play again.

Unfortunately, the force that had been calculated to ensure a fall to the ground was blocked by those two meddlesome servants.

“When does the king want you to leave?” Mother Su asked anxiously. Each time Father Su returned, he never stayed long, so she feared this visit would be no different.

This time, as the three sects faced calamity, each relied on their own abilities to send others onto the list. Still, the unchangeable truth remained: the Emerging Sect was the weakest! Should Buddhism and Daoism join forces and send all the Emerging Sect’s people onto the list, the Jade Emperor’s plans would be for naught.

At this thought, Yu Weiyan’s heart, which had been floating with anxiety, finally settled. As long as he was safe, that was all that mattered.