Volume One, Chapter 75: Shen Chaowu—a Laundry Maid?

The reason she guessed that the account named "Slow Sound" wasn’t Fu Ming was simple. Fu Ming could never have come up with such an elegant username. Moreover, the character "Sound" appeared in Ning Yusheng’s own name, matching the ID perfectly. Only then did Shen Chaowu suspect that "Slow Sound" was actually Ning Yusheng. After sending her message, the other side pretended not to see it. Having arrived at the truth, Shen Chaowu didn’t press further. Seeing the extra two million on her card, she raised her brows indifferently, thinking she would buy a gift for Ning Yusheng someday. Then, she drifted off to sleep.

"Why did you come all this way? Are you feeling unwell?" Xie Changxuan, upon seeing Gu Qingyu, immediately began anxiously checking her over from head to toe.

The second possibility was that Mo Junyi had believed her words and, thinking she was some kind of demon, found a Taoist priest to subdue her.

"I shouldn't have misunderstood you today." Lu Fangyin smiled gently, her warm expression draining all the anger from Gu Changhuai’s heart.

One Qin Wudao was enough to fill him with terror, let alone Li Ziwei, the princess of the Li family, backed by Wei Feng, and Mu Qingyan, the princess of the Mu family, who was no less formidable.

The Empress Dowager’s brows knitted together slightly. What was going on? She cast a reproachful glance at Li Sui. It was only a matter of appointing an empress—if he was unwilling, he could have simply said so. Why stir up so much trouble?

Zhang Xinhou’s blood surged with every shout of command. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush into the transport team, but was stopped by the squad leader’s outstretched hand.

"Qingyu, what’s the matter?" Ma Yue asked tentatively, her heart pounding with anxiety. Had she overheard something, or remembered something unsettling?

Shen Ke jumped, hastily crossing her arms over her clothes as though Xu Huaiyu were the Big Bad Wolf.

"What are you doing? Are you courting death?" Ye Jinyu hadn’t intended to scold Wu Li, but his reckless manner got on her nerves, and her tone involuntarily sharpened.

That afternoon, Gu Changan visited Lu Fangyin’s company for a so-called inspection, which was really just an excuse to chat with her.

"Xiaoxiao, Qingyu! Come down to eat!" Lin Ma called everyone from downstairs after finishing the meal.

Yan Qing rolled her eyes. Obviously! Her senior’s family was the most prestigious martial clan in the land, unmatched in all the martial world. This Zhang Yuebin certainly was growing more adept at flattery.

"The Roman patrol? How could they be here?" muttered the bandit chief, bewildered, as if some realization had dawned on him. He turned to gaze up the hillside, fixing his eyes desperately on a lone figure standing proudly at the breach.

"Damn! That fall nearly killed me! Who’s the brat showing off here? To think they shattered this huge blue stone—" The swordsman looked down, only to find the stone hadn’t simply cracked, but had been pulverized into dust. He choked, at a loss for words.

"Tottori is really popular! We must seize this opportunity..." Mother said cheerfully.

The students in their first, second, and third years exchanged astonished glances, not understanding why Mei Xie would so casually gift Yan Qing the treasure everyone in the martial world once fought over.

As the words faded, after a long pause, Oka finally turned, his anger slightly abated.

Tottori admitted it: today had been genuinely fun—having girls to accompany him and the chance to torment legendary beings. These were pleasures reserved for true winners in life.

"Honghong, enough now..." Zhang Yuebing looked up, only to catch sight of Yan Qing standing gracefully in the distance, and was momentarily stunned.

A massive sword shadow swept by, bearing down on Shenwu Lieyun, only to be instantly dissolved by a stream of silver energy.

Meanwhile, the headquarters of the Tongtian Mansion in Jizhou was struck by devastation. What force dared attack one of the Eight Great Sects, whose leader was also one of the court’s Seven Imperial Envoys?

For this open hunt, there was not a hint of tension in Shenwu City—not because of overconfidence, but because its people had already cast aside thoughts of life and death, or had nothing left to lose.

Gui Xin suddenly smiled bashfully—a rare expression for someone usually so shameless.

That morning began with a light drizzle, but by noon the sun blazed, baking the earth so fiercely that even the grass at their feet drooped in exhaustion.

He reached out, unconcerned by the cold wind blowing in through the door. As his fingers brushed the thick quilt covering Mo Qiantao, she suddenly screamed so loud it nearly lifted the roof.

Men can be jealous too—now that Zhao Jun sensed a rival, his fighting spirit was ignited.

Just then, a violent gust of wind swept past them—not around, but directly through their midst. Everyone instinctively pulled their clothes tighter, for the chill cut straight to the bone, making them shudder involuntarily.

He touched his shoulder and found that the missing corner of Bai Jingjing’s shirt was now tied around it.

The host glanced at those around him; even the president of Tianlang Distillery could only smile wryly at the ten billion, shaking his head.

Heaven be merciful—he was just a wandering martial artist. Knowing Xu Ning was coming, he’d forced himself through an entire day of lessons, barely managing to cope.

If he could open twenty-seven meridians upon reaching the advanced Celestial Body stage, what kind of incredible power would that bring?

Without a word, he immediately locked in support champion Tahm Kench—always a reliable pick.

He had followed his boss and met many big shots from various industries; after coming here, his eye for people had grown sharp.

Everyone was stunned by the other side’s audacity at such a critical moment—reckless beyond belief. They didn’t hesitate to attack Zhou Shi, each strike more ruthless than the last, impossible to defend against.

It was clear Li Xiao was determined to kill him; reasoning with him was pointless.

Ever since Li Shize left home, his wild and unrestrained side only emerged outside. At home, he always presented himself as a proper, successful man.

"This year's freshmen—at best, the top one only cleared the first stage of the third level. Now that I’ve passed the third stage of the third level, I should be the top freshman. As for the fourth level of the Martial Tower, it’s best not to attempt it—being too monstrous isn’t always a good thing," Qin Tian thought to himself.

This match was destined for the history books. At that moment, every esports media outlet began to stir.

After dinner, when the dishes were cleared, the palace attendants brought in a pot of tea and several plates of fruit. The five of them sipped tea and chatted to aid their digestion.

Hearing this, everyone put out their pipes and stood in a neat line by the carriage.

"Fenger, you are truly good to me," the emperor said, moved, grasping her hand—when suddenly the Imperial Noble Consort’s voice was heard outside.

"Wonderful! The melody lingers for three days without fading—a reputation well deserved!" The deep, melodious voice startled everyone present from their reverie.