Chapter Ninety-Three: Open the Door

Fu Chen thought it over again and again before saying with an apologetic tone, "Uncle Chu, my wife has not been feeling well lately and is very likely unable to go. In that case, I can only go in person to celebrate your wedding anniversary."

The man Fu Chen addressed as Uncle Chu immediately changed expression at those words and lit a cigar.

"Chen, you know very well what is happening in the company now. Whether you go or not is entirely up to you."

Wrapped in thick smoke, Uncle Chu was no ordinary man. The Fu Group had been built by him and Fu He-nian together. Though he no longer handled the company’s affairs, he still wielded great influence and held a quarter of the Fu Group’s shares.

This Uncle Chu, between Fu Yi-xing and Fu Chen...

Without further hesitation, Fu Lingzi formed several hand seals with both hands. Spiritual energy gathered in the sky, and then a luminous orb appeared, one grounded in the power of the five elements and condensed from spiritual energy into solid form.

"Wait, I’ll help you." Han Ning pressed down on Chang Qi in time and said those five words coolly to Gu Man-sheng.

Even Pan Bingzhong, though old and muddled, felt his heart tighten. Could the emperor be thinking of arranging marriages for them? Fortunately, they were all already married. The only one who was not, the emperor likely would not favor anyway.

Both were cultivators at the Great Ascension stage. Though Qin Yi looked extraordinarily young, he had pressed down a great expert whose cultivation was at the mid-Heavenly Immortal level, and the two of them did not dare show the slightest disrespect. In their hearts, they held Qin Yi in deep awe.

"Shui Ruohan, what are you doing?" Huohuang muttered, staring at Shui Ruohan, who had suddenly dragged her away, very puzzled.

"Do you want to say it yourselves, or shall I do it for you?" The old dragon’s eyes seemed to turn sharp in an instant.

When they reached a corner, Lu Fei’s figure vanished at once, causing the people not far away to rub their eyes hard, thinking for a moment that they must have seen a mirage.

"Then what realm of beings can this Investiture of the Gods include this time?" Since the list was established by Wang Chen, Hongjun still knew nothing about it.

As he spoke, he took another long swig of wine. No one knew how much liquor he had in that wine flask, for he had been drinking for so long and still had not reached the bottom.

Before long, the carriage carrying Zheng Wanyan and King Sheng returned to the gates of the Duke’s residence, where Duke Zheng was already waiting to greet them.

"All right, then I’ll tell you why." After Mu Yunze said this, he reached out and rubbed my head, then sat down in the chair on his own.

Just as Xiao Fan was about to speak, footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Seeing this, Chen Nan hurriedly covered Xiao Fan’s mouth.

Huang Yulian and Man Xinghuo both stepped forward together. That single step felt as though they had crossed worlds; a fresh, delicate fragrance surged into their noses.

"She doesn’t hurt," I replied for Feng Weiyin, because at that moment, Feng Weiyin had already fallen asleep.

The moment Shangguan Kong saw the huge black spider in Linghu Hai’s right hand, his face went deathly pale. He laughed miserably, his voice full of grief and fury.

What's more, I still do not even know where my master is. I am carrying this blame so unfairly it is absurd.

"I know she is at home. Stop making a fuss about this and hurry to find Meng Po instead," Xue Luofeng said helplessly. Who knew whether Meng Po was at home or not? I am not even that close to her; I only said it offhandedly. I never expected those two foolish ghosts to take it seriously. Are there really such stupid ghosts in this world?

He was not anxious at all, because he knew there was no point in being anxious. The uncles would not take long to discuss it, and he could wait.

Feng Xue copied Jun Xi’s actions and made a portion as well. Jun Xi noticed that whether it was the amount of flour or the amount of water, Feng Xue had added neither too much nor too little—it was exactly the same as hers. At least she would not need to worry about the quantities.

Li Dai watched the drunken man keep pouring sorrow into himself without even looking where he was going. It was one thing to stumble about blindly, but the people entering behind him acted as if they were air. This almost made Li Dai laugh in anger. They had paid for this private room, so who exactly had the right to use it now?

Whatever the case, these were still two princes. Weng Rui and Yin Shi each gave a slight bow; Yu Tuqi hurried to return the courtesy, but An Gui regarded them with indifference, seeming to hold rather a bit of hostility.

"Then it’s settled. Ten years from now, we’ll fight again. Hahaha!" Amidst his laughter, Lin Moyi had already turned and departed, leaving behind Weng Rui in tattered clothes.