Chapter 59: A Marvelous Twist of Fate

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As Qian Lai gradually regained clarity, she realized, to her mortification, that she was sitting on Qiao Muting’s lap as if throwing a childish tantrum. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she leapt to her feet.

Oh no! Both of them were drenched from head to toe, leaving them in a state not unlike being exposed before each other.

“It’s perfect timing. Go take a hot shower. Change into a clean bathrobe afterward, so you don’t catch a cold,” Qiao Muting said, turning his head away. Just as he was about to leave, he remembered that she had been unable to—

After some discussion, the two senior brothers decided not to take the money from the bamboo basket. All two hundred and thirty thousand would be left for Beiming, and once the project was completed, there would be no need to pay him any wages.

“What are you staring at?” Xia Liu muttered, her demeanor utterly unlike her usual shrewd self.

“Now that what shouldn’t have happened has happened, Xiao Ruo’an is all the more my lawful wife,” Qin Chuyan said unhurriedly, “so Mr. Lin, I ask you to stay away from my wife from now on.” As he finished, a peculiar smile curved his lips.

Her emotions turned suddenly complicated, as if she had swallowed a fly—neither able to spit it out nor swallow it completely. The sensation was intolerably unpleasant.

Beiming turned his head and carefully studied the elderly man before him, then muttered softly to himself.

Ning Caichen gazed at Shangguan Qian in surprise; in just a few days, she had become so fierce and bold. Then, with a touch of self-deprecation, he thought: When did you ever really know her? She doesn’t even know your name.

Madam Yang hadn’t even processed what was happening when Yang Ke hung up the phone. She stood there, holding the receiver and listening to the relentless beep signaling the line was cut.

It was simply that this was not the appropriate occasion for an interview. Xia Jingwei watched the unfolding scene with a cold eye, quietly waiting for the drama to escalate. Like a mantis stalking the cicada, not realizing there was a bird behind it, Lin Yefan lingered in the shadows.

“Where was I?” Ren Fei interrupted. Geng Le suddenly couldn’t recall what he’d been about to say.

After pondering a moment, Dongnan decided not to dwell on it. If they didn’t agree to stay, they’d be finished in three days; if they did, there was still a sliver of hope.

Lu Jian once again severed their heads and plucked out the demon spirit mushrooms. In an instant, his source power surged by two thousand points.

“You don’t know? Weren’t you just at the foot of Erniu Mountain?” Dentu brandished his four-meter-long broadsword menacingly.

On the surface of the lake’s vision, Xuanzang and the White Bone Spirit appeared to be frozen in place, as if caught by a paralysis spell.

Looking back at Ye Xun behind him, Feng Mazasa’s eyes brimmed with tears; he truly hadn’t anticipated things would turn out this way. After all, the girl had never witnessed true darkness and didn’t understand the schemes of these scoundrels. They had merely exploited the kindness in his heart, offering him a sliver of hope that he might see his brother again.

Though he wished to leave, sometimes circumstances do not align with one’s desires, and unexpected events always seem to arise.

So, let the heart demon’s avatar cast down the three sable rats from the sky, and the Earth God catch them on the ground.

She didn’t quite understand what her body’s reaction meant, but hearing Zhao Ziyi’s low, hoarse voice and his increasingly powerful heartbeat, she knew exactly what it signified.

Chang Maixing pushed open the door with both hands and stepped into the room, holding it open for Ji Xi and Gu Yehen to enter.

Xiang Jin had left the Yong’an Prince’s Residence—news that surely had already reached the palace. In a few days, the emperor would summon him to question him, but for Zhao Ziyi, none of this mattered anymore.

The depression in the ground was twenty or thirty centimeters deep, a testament to the force of the threat. Ye Xun hurriedly swung his blade to cut through the attacks, noticing that his own blows were becoming increasingly fluid.

“Then why did I find Han clothing at the scene?” Wei Lü glared with bulging eyes, grinding his teeth as he questioned.

“Kill!” The chaotic battle broke out. Many Daoist cultivators joined forces, each unleashing their own techniques. All manner of incredible powers erupted across the entire square. The disorderly skirmish before the Daoist Palace had at last begun. Qi Xuanyi and Xu Minglou found themselves unable to intervene; they simply made their way to the palace, focusing their attention on the battle before them.