Volume One, Chapter 84: Let the Two Men Reap What They Have Sown

After both the doctor and Secretary Liu had left, Li Ruochu finally changed into dry clothes. By then, Feng Yizhou had also finished changing. Just as Li Ruochu was buttoning her shirt, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her. Before she could react, Feng Yizhou’s warm palm was already resting on her lower back, his fingertips gently tracing the crescent-shaped birthmark.

“I never expected that Secretary Li, the model student, would have a tattoo,” Feng Yizhou teased, though the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable.

Flustered, Li Ruochu tugged at the hem of her shirt, her ears instantly burning red. “Who said it was a tattoo? That’s my birthmark.” As she turned, she met the profound gaze of the man behind her.

Like a flower already blooming in the Dao Realm, she wore a look of confusion, unable to sense the changes occurring in the Netherworld. They spent their days training in the mountains, rarely seeing outsiders—how could these young, hot-blooded people bear such isolation?

Upon hearing An Bai say that Qiu Mingen was injured in the storage room, the assistant didn’t hesitate to fetch the medical kit and hurry over.

At this time, Kang Yu was naturally stationed in the office of the Chairman of Starry Sky Technologies, so he was well aware of the malicious posts on the Starry Sky Forum and the cyber attacks on the company. Yuan Hao had hinted at this just yesterday, so Kang Yu had been on high alert.

“You went through those corpses?! Which paw did you use?” Xiao Han, crouched in the corner, looked at Cheng Yaojin in terror.

President Zhang nodded. “Guard, this is his information. There’s one more thing not yet recorded, something we just discovered.” The Azure Sword Guard accepted the slip of paper from President Zhang’s hand, his face expressionless.

“Who said that?” Yu Lele hadn’t expected to be misunderstood—did anyone really think she was shirking her work?

“I’m late.” Linglong forced a smile and made her way to the empty seat, settling beside Wuxiang. Usually at odds with Linglong, Wuxiang glanced at her, and for once, squeezed Linglong’s hand in comfort.

When Li Tian called Han Xue, his voice was loud enough for her to hear. Yet, for some reason, even though Han Xue clearly heard him, she acted as if she hadn’t, continuing forward without so much as a pause.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Minister Liu looked up, his gaze piercing straight into Gu Zhao’s heart.

If they caught a demon or monster trespassing in the Celestial Realm, that would be one thing. But if they apprehended an immortal sent back by decree, or a powerful rogue cultivator visiting friends and family, even the lightest punishment would cost them more than just their dignity.

Li Mei opened her mouth. She didn’t believe Gu Zhao was truly in the dark, but looking at his calm, untroubled smile, she realized this matter was nothing before him.

With all his strength, the assassin’s right elbow smashed hard into a team member’s face, blood and a tooth flying as the victim was sent crashing backward.

As for Gu Zhao, from what he knew of the Jian brothers, his favorite companion was Jian Suinong—so guileless. What he dreaded most was interacting with Jian Suijun.

At this moment, Yu Qingquan still didn’t know who the newcomer was, but upon seeing Chen Xiaofeng drenched in sweat, he instantly understood—the day’s troubles could finally be resolved.

Meanwhile, Mo Li remained trapped in the trial of chains, waves of slaughter surging from all directions. In his eyes, there was only endless darkness. He once again saw those fearless savage beasts charging forward, so vividly real, with countless more beasts hurtling toward him.

“Down!” Liu Wei, seeing Fat Dragon out of breath, stopped dodging and rushed straight at him. With a dazzling side kick, he aimed directly for Fat Dragon’s head.

The next day, Le Fan arrived at work early, but as she walked in, she constantly overheard whispers behind her. Her good mood vanished without a trace.

After listening, Liu Mengtong smiled with delight. She’d been at the unit for several days, feeling useless and out of place. Shao Fei’s affirmation filled her with gratitude.

“You’ve ruined my plans again and again. I’ll remember you.” With that, the man leapt out the window.

Even so, everyone in the Pingyuan Xiangzi group breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the company’s stock didn’t keep plummeting, that was the best outcome. Ye Feng reassured Pingyuan Xiangzi not to worry—after all, Buffett’s reputation as a stock god was well deserved.

Chi Wan struggled to break free but failed. She waved her hand behind her at Feng Yan, signaling her to quickly find Feng Yiheng.

After the car drove off, Shu Nuanqing hurried inside, clutching her car keys, thinking it was just as well to keep the car—she would need it soon.

“Now, get ready. Sign this agreement and make others think you’re dead. Then we’ll use a body double to help you escape this disaster!” With that, Jia produced a piece of paper, the handwriting mimicking Hua Qiang’s tone, confessing to killing Huang Tianba.

But what Ye Mo valued even more than this was the very material of the interstellar ark itself: stardust from the sea of stars.

In the bustling city of Yan, many people’s outward success was far from what it seemed, and not every triumph came with a smile.

The matter of the desolate lands thus came to a close. Though fraught with danger, the crisis was finally resolved. After tidying up, the group set out once more.

Shaking off his frustration, Xiao Tie excitedly called the gaunt old man and headed straight for the inn in Nameless Town.

After waiting a while without a response from Gu Feng, the person sidled up again and reached for his pants.

Patriarch Qingteng had told them before: though Fang Zheng was no longer the useless man he once was, his strength was only marginally greater than the slain Qingshu.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than two thieves wielding steel blades swept in like a gust of wind from behind the bald bandit. One aimed high, one low—their blade work as cunning as vipers, targeting Yuntianyang’s upper and lower body.

A shrill, ear-splitting scream pierced the heavens, so harrowing it was unbearable to hear. What level of terror and despair could make someone emit such a deathly wail?

Though this was precisely the situation he wished for. After all, whether the Sea Clan or the Nether Clan, both were invaders to the human race. If they turned on each other, the threat to humanity would be greatly diminished.