Chapter 37: Fare Thee Well

Qiu Ju stayed with her son for a while longer, leaving only when Huo Zheng arrived with lunch at noon.

"The doctor said you shouldn't eat anything too greasy for the time being, so I ordered a few vegetable dishes," Huo Zheng explained.

He set up the small table and opened the food containers, revealing three dishes: steamed egg custard, stir-fried greens, and tomato with scrambled eggs, accompanied by three bowls of shredded chicken noodle soup. At a glance, it looked like a convention of eggs. Lu Mingyue hadn't been hungry, but as the aroma reached her, she felt her stomach stir.

Nangong Ping'er's face was flushed, her delicate body soft as water, glowing like a ripe red apple. She was adorable, and her graceful figure emitted a charming, refreshing fragrance that went straight to the heart, causing He Qingfan’s blood to surge, and he nearly lost his composure.

"Wait." Feng Chi called out to her just as she was about to turn and leave. He locked his gaze onto her cute, doll-like face, scanning it several times until Long Yan felt completely uncomfortable.

He Qingfan asked his question; he already knew about the Ban, Xiang, and Gu families, and naturally, he was very curious about this final family.

"Yes, sir!" the messenger replied, though he muttered to himself in confusion. What was going on lately? Even though the army had already reached this point, they were still delaying their entry into the Sakura District.

After speaking, Gu Chen walked ahead. Seeing her master leave, Muxue let out two crisp cries at his back, but he continued walking forward without any intention of stopping.

The foul odor that had long lingered over the peak of Sword-Asking Mountain had finally vanished, and the air there had become fresh. The mountain now looked completely different from how it had appeared six years ago.

Muxue was much sturdier than it had been a few days prior; its once lean body was now round and plump. One could only imagine what the little guy had been eating.

Based on her observations, since He Qingfan could gradually control the Rain-Pear Alliance and get people like Dai Pinghai and Ding Siqi to risk their lives for him, he must hold absolute authority within the alliance. It was unlikely anyone would defy his orders or proposals.

Looking at the situation now, not only had the person in the jar come out, but he had actually arrived at their doorstep—how could anyone believe it?

A tall, broad-shouldered man in his twenties threw the twin axes he was holding to the side. The heavy axes hit the ground with a resounding crash.

"Lang and the others all followed Xia Gang, or to be precise, Xia Gang has hidden them all away. No one knows where they are now; it was all done to compete with Qingshui for control over you," Ran Hu replied truthfully.

"Fair enough. Let's play a couple of rounds on the slot machine then." Ling Chen nodded, casually found a machine, and inserted a chip.

"Young man, what are you in such a rush to do?" The old man was dressed in white, his demeanor possessing a certain ethereal, otherworldly quality.

An illusion array is a formation designed to confuse a cultivator's soul. Its primary purpose is to trap, as its offensive power is quite negligible.

He saw a brilliant point of light illuminating the lower half of his body from within his navel. It was the Shenque point, where his "Ying" soul resided. No wonder it had taken so much spiritual energy to fill it. He surmised that the scorching sun in the sky must be his own soul.

"Kill him!" Seeing this scene, Chen Wusong felt a surge of certainty. Recalling the humiliation he had just suffered, his killing intent erupted.

"Qian'er, you are truly beautiful!" Seeing Ling Qian'er’s blushing face—her shy appearance even more alluring than the blooming flowers—Ye Feng could not help but speak as he leaned in to kiss her cherry lips.

Quietly feeling the warmth rippling out from his dantian, even though Sui Yuan had suspected as much, his eyes still revealed unconcealable excitement.

Back then, Li Junxian had longed for the day when all the people of the Great Tang would no longer go hungry. That was why he had been so shocked to hear that potatoes could yield three thousand catties per mu.

The current situation was that Hua Yingjie had no one left to fight him immediately. They either had to wait for Fu Yuqing or Dong Yichen to finish their meditation before they could challenge him again. But the question of when they would be ready depended entirely on their own attitudes.