Chapter 143: No Need for Pretense

The cheerful voices of Mother Feng and Song Hui drifted in from outside.

When Fu Chen emerged from the bathroom, his expression had darkened, and a lingering sense of melancholy clouded his brow.

Mother Feng had already set the table and was watching Song Hui eat with a smile; hearing Fu Chen step out, she turned her gaze toward him.

"Young Master," Mother Feng greeted him.

Fu Chen gave a slight nod. Song Hui took a sip of soup and called out to him, "Come over and eat. Mother Feng’s cooking is still as delicious as ever."

Song Hui had been hungry to begin with, and since Mother Feng’s culinary skills were so excellent, she was completely immersed in the world of food, failing to notice Fu Chen’s grim expression.

...

Zhao Changjun was infuriated, hurling a fierce punch toward Ning Xiao. As a peak level-six potential awakener, a single strike from him was enough to shatter a massive boulder.

A pipe gun? He Yu was puzzled by the term. As for Lei Qiu, being a prince of the Wolf Tribe with actual authority, he knew a little about pipe guns, though not much.

After listening to Master Ying’er, Ziyun felt the validity of the concern; but if one were to stay here forever without being able to move about, wouldn't that make one a living corpse? And if so, what difference would there be between living and dying?

***

Miantao was overwhelmed with work at the town tavern and would not be returning at noon. Yingtao delivered some steamed buns to Yue Xiang’s family, then called Hetao to join her for lunch at Yue Fu’s house.

A wise person would surely weigh the pros and cons; otherwise, it would be truly difficult to refuse such a matter.

Inside the room, Yangtao had stopped screaming; she had likely fainted. Having boiled water and prepared cloths, Yingtao and Miao Chengye were pacing anxiously outside the room. It was not until much later that the midwife finally emerged.

Yingtao finished seasoning the food and set everything out in the courtyard; by now, the sky had turned almost completely dark.

Explaining to Ye Feng why the prison was deserted, Yumi led him deeper into the hollowed-out facility.

It was quite simple, really: it was about training He Yu to manipulate the energy within his body, allowing it to flow seamlessly so that he wouldn't be caught in a panic when he needed it most.

"Yes," Liu Yanan said, opening her phone. She pulled up an application, which displayed a single red dot blinking incessantly.

He felt as though he were lying on a soft, comfortable bed, and everything his eyes beheld was so magnificent and exquisite that it hardly seemed to belong to the mortal world.

I do not know whether Yuan Lei had any entanglements or relationships with other men before I met her. But after we were together, that unspeakable act did indeed occur once.

They rested during the day and hunted at night. Yet, the fire bats in this cave did not leave at night, choosing instead to remain inside and guard the heavy coffin.

***

Deyun nodded. He believed what Qiu Xuan had said; after all, how could it be easy to realize a martial technique of one’s own?

"Old man, as long as you aren't afraid of the risk, feel free to call them all over. We’ve just set up a new location and need quite a few people. As for the benefits, they certainly won't be lower than what you have now," Wei Ximeng said.

Although they saw that Tang Jiujian was very young, they could not fathom his strength, nor could they detect his movements or his presence at all.

Qin Muchen’s voice carried a slightly raspy, coaxing tone. Even though he had spoken only one word more than her, it stirred a different feeling within her, making the sound incredibly captivating. She no longer had the strength to resist.

"Do you have special agents as well?" the superheroes asked, puzzled. They had been observing for a long time but could not identify who among them possessed talent in intelligence work.

From then on, this late-born female was locked inside that cave by her own biological mother.

The Heavenly King of Broad Sight broke into a cold sweat. Having been an immortal for so many years, he had ingrained the belief that the divine and the mortal were separate into his very soul, viewing it as a matter of natural law.

When the incident was resolved, it was as if nothing had ever happened. But who could ever know that a battle so fierce—perhaps even worthy of being called a war—had truly taken place?