Chapter 48: No Rush

She, too, never truly believed in her heart that Qiu Yuan would actually fulfill his promise. Yet, to her astonishment, he did so the very next day—becoming a shareholder of Cloud Media. Though his shares were modest, he had at least ascended to a position worthy of respect among most of Cloud Media’s employees.

Having escaped disaster, I stood at the riverbank, gazing at the spot where the hidden stone lay, sighing in vain: such a treacherous stone, so deceitful! If I had fallen into the water by accident, my comrades would surely mock me, and Old Tian would certainly scold me soundly.

What truly set their minds at ease was the fact that this time, the visitors were not mere ordinary investigators from the Celestial Observatory, but the favorite nephew of that illustrious figure.

Once, when Wu Fan first appeared, he caused a tumult at the engagement ceremony, abducting the bride and shattering the union of the Liang and Ye families.

Recently, Cheng Mo had clearly felt that his contribution points were growing far too slowly. The disciples were all busy cultivating in the gym and rarely took on missions anymore. Without their tasks, Cheng Mo’s contribution income had dwindled—a situation he was determined to reverse.

They were the school’s string orchestra. Jiangcheng Arts University had three student ensembles specially supported by the school: the string orchestra, the wind band—which together could form a symphony—and the classical music ensemble.

Yet he felt lost, unsure how to enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits. As he scratched his head in confusion, he spotted a blue ox in the distance ahead.

Jiang Yun took his leave from Huijing and Huijue. After some contemplation, he decided to move far from this place in search of a quiet spot for seclusion. He would remain there until the Star Immortal Realm faded away, then rejoin his peers to venture together into that mysterious space.

Chen Yi understood what she was thinking, and simply remarked, “In time, you will know for yourself,” before paying her no further heed.

Section Chief Yang was a Sichuan University graduate, brimming with knowledge, with a distinguished appearance and an extraordinary bone structure—he exuded the air of a sage or recluse. I had always respected him greatly.

His own fire seeds were many; as long as he came into contact with someone else’s, he could replicate it at will.

To the west of Jiangnan lay Jiangzhong, famed as the nation’s granary; to the north and east were regions heavily taxed by Jianye. In times of unrest, these areas would surely become focal points, subject to massive military suppression.

Now, half a month had passed. In the northwest of Miyazaki Island, nearly a million troops from thirty-eight divisions of the Eastern Kingdom and the forces of the Great Xia Nation were locked in fierce battles over towns and counties.

After inspecting the research institute, Su Yu returned to Yanjing. However, his act of generously awarding each researcher a house quickly became the talk of the institute, then spread through Yanjing, the north, and across the country.

She understood that her presence in Shanglu would weigh heavily on the man before her. If the enemy attacked, his concerns would not be resistance, but her safety. Thus, to spare him worry, leaving for Jinling seemed best.

He Taiqing was in the midst of a tirade when, unexpectedly, the sleeping Chen Yun sat up abruptly, instantly tongue-tied.

Soon, He Weiqing planned to send these guards with Chen Yun to the front lines for experience. Having weathered many battles, they were elite soldiers—keeping them by his side was a waste.

Already saddened by parting, He Taiqing’s temper flared after Chen Yun’s string of complaints and threats.

As Meng Jing spoke sentence after sentence, both the medicine master and the elderly spirit's eyes shone with excitement.

Mention of the elders at home made Chen Yun’s heart ache again. She silently nodded, missing Chen Dong’s misunderstanding altogether.

Though he had witnessed countless grand occasions, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of curiosity.

His words were those of a rascal—he didn’t believe in gifts from immortals or such nonsense, merely wanting to send Ji Sheng away as quickly as possible.

Wang Qigang’s complexion still hadn’t fully recovered; his blood loss had been severe, and it would take time to restore his strength.

Zhang Jingfan had passed the trial of the Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda and could now ascend directly to its summit.

On her pale arms, not a mark of injury could be found. No matter how hard Yan Yi tried, he couldn’t maintain his stern expression. Seizing the opportunity, Su Mo planted a kiss on his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck, dissolving what little anger remained in his heart.

Zi Yi raised her cup, glanced at Qi Xia, and motioned for her to take up her own. Qi Xia hurried to comply, holding her cup herself.

Ye Si watched the bustling, orderly avenue crowded with unfamiliar faces, and suddenly recalled what Ye Qing had once said about wanting to stay.

“Embroiderer, your injury is on your backside, not your ears. Or is it that your mind is a little muddled as well?”

The sun rose, radiating warmth over all things, its gentle rays soon turning to fierce heat, scorching earth and sky alike. Trees withered; living things perished.

Reality and illusion intertwined in Yu Lingqiu’s hands, as though boundaries vanished entirely—profoundly mysterious. Combined with her mastery of other techniques, her power was formidable; even he did not dare claim certain victory against her.

“Alan, listen to me—right now, Ahan’s matter is the most important to us. We must put her first; everything else can wait. As long as I’m here, you and the family will not go hungry—perhaps just not as wealthy as before!” Xu Dagen said earnestly.

Hearing these familiar voices, Ling Mansha looked up with a start. Sure enough, she spotted the two figures she recognized and, delighted, dashed toward Yue Chenfeng.

Though she was not of ghostly descent, she possessed an underworld bloodline even more exalted than theirs, and the gifts of the ghosts were hers as well.

After uploading the video, Xu Han turned off her phone and left it aside, chatting with Chen Sihai and the others.

“You…” Li Linhai had seen shameless people before, but this was shamelessness without bottom—enough to drive anyone to rage.

With a soft ‘slap,’ Qiu Zhuo’er jumped in fright, spinning around to face behind her, fists raised, ready for anything.

The figure simply stopped responding, sitting on the log bridge playing dead. Hong circled to another angle and discovered that under the clothes was nothing but emptiness—no face at all.

“Jiujiu, it’s time for your medicine. Open your mouth.” Seeing Ling Mansha’s lips still firmly shut, Huang Qiye frowned in exasperation.

Su Muyao calmed herself, sat down, picked up a dish, and placed it in her mouth, nodding in satisfaction.