Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Nurse

The rain alternated between heavy and light, falling intermittently throughout the afternoon.

The red dot on the locator remained fixed within Crescent Community, never once shifting.

Yang Yongli was not in bed; it was unclear what he was up to, but she assumed he was still at home.

Yin Nian felt drowsy and, around three in the afternoon, dozed off again on the sofa in a daze.

When she awoke, she noticed Han Duoduo was not in the room. Just as she was about to call her, the door opened and Han Duoduo entered, carrying several bags of food. “Awake?”

Yin Nian rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “I just woke up... What time is it?”

“A little past four. No telling when the rain will stop.”

“What about Yang Yongli? Any news?”

That day, he spoke on Confucianism, expanding from family to nation and the world. In his passionate fervor, he recited those four famous sayings, never expecting such a stir.

Afterward, Tong Cheng’er encouraged them, saying that as long as they worked hard, money would come, and plenty of it.

Shen Ning’s swordsmanship was exquisite—her speed and reflexes far exceeded the wiry man’s. Even wielding only a peach blossom branch, striking him was still thoroughly satisfying.

“I’ve heard there’s a debate in the Chengyang Quarter,” declared Princess Changle, opening her folding fan and assuming the guise of a refined young lord. “I don’t wish to draw attention with a large entourage, so I plan to go incognito. Yang Jian, Young Master Shen, would you two be willing to escort me?”

As a prodigy, Lei Jie was second to none. To have created his own law and crossed the Sea of Laws in such a short time—such talent was nothing short of monstrous.

His thoughts aligned with Wu Xinmei’s; in the end, he too was considered an elder to Leng Xiangbei. This realization filled him with pride.

His feet sank into the ground, cracks spreading for miles in all directions.

“Fresh blood, tough meat—I like it!” roared the spirit beast, its eyes icy as it leapt at Xia Ziyu once more.

All my patience and repeated concessions were only because I considered you a friend. If we are no longer friends, you’re nothing to me.

Having made all the arrangements, he glanced askance at Shi Tou. He’d had enough of Shi Tou’s arrogance in recent days. Why hadn’t that glass of milk finished him off already? “No need to wait eighteen years. I’ll see to it you won’t even get the chance to be a ghost.”

His words said one thing, but his expression had lost its earlier conviction. He seemed to be questioning such a simple contradiction himself.

In truth, it all began last night. He knew from the story that Kotori Itsuka had temporarily sealed her power within the protagonist. With his arrival, he had taken the protagonist’s place, so that power was now sealed within him.

The situation was urgent; I had no time to think. I darted to the window in three quick strides, flung it open, and prepared to jump.

Afterwards, he personally arranged a meeting with Lady Linaka, the most esteemed figure in the External Security Bureau, and solemnly instructed her to continue cooperating with the mysterious “Dragon” from that far eastern country. Even though he still didn’t know the true identity behind the name “Dragon.”

Zhao Zhenyao, seeing the scene before him, was inwardly delighted. Gazing at the gun in his hand, he smiled in satisfaction, thinking: “Indeed, nothing makes people more obedient than this.”

Hu Die drove up, called him into the car, and then steered directly toward the dense woods behind the military district.

The Ghost General was laughing uproariously! No matter how terrifying Yan Ying’s voice might be, he paid it no heed. By the time he realized something was amiss, it was too late—the other’s hand already seemed to have grasped She Mu.

The sudden voice startled me, but I figured it was probably just a frog jumping into the well for a drink, so I ignored it.

She had once wondered if Chi Su had a weakness, but that thought had faded under the witness of countless years. Now, however, anxiety returned. Was it carelessness this time, or... did he truly have a weakness?

Yu Feixue sat on a rock, gazing into the distance toward the ominous Dragon Mountains. Only when she spotted Jun Buqi’s silhouette did she finally turn her smile in his direction.