Chapter 29: To Save or Not to Save, The Choice Is Not to Save

"Liulang, Jiuniang."

Third Brother Hua walked into the room and was surprised to find his younger brother and sister with their heads together, reading a book and pointing at its contents from time to time. He walked over to take a look.

Seeing that they were actually reading a martial arts manual titled "Five Fingers Mountain," he couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Jiuniang, why are you reading martial arts books again? Do you want to practice martial arts?"

Hua Changxi was only three years old when she realized that the martial arts masters of novels truly existed in the Great Jin Dynasty. It was only natural for her to maintain her standard of living; it was perfectly reasonable that she would bring along the high-end cosmetics she was accustomed to using wherever she went.

Once that hour passed, he would completely withdraw all the murderous intent and memories of the past from within, as if sheathing a sharp sword.

With a deafening roar, the ceiling of the stone chamber shattered. Two golden spheres shot into the sky, spinning incessantly in the air.

"Girls from the city are delicate; they aren't like us, able to sleep anywhere," Cuihua said with a hearty laugh.

Zhang Donghai showed no reaction upon hearing the name Wang Yanghai. Seeing this, Wang Yanghai was once again struck by the man’s enigmatic nature.

Huang Hong was an elderly man with a composed expression; he looked very steady, and one would never guess that he was the mastermind behind this entire conspiracy. As for Red Wolf, he was a middle-aged man with a head of red hair and several scars on his face, standing respectfully by Huang Hong’s side.

But the moment he moved, the Five Fingers Mountain began to shake violently. Tang Seng, atop the mountain, did a somersault and nearly tumbled right off the peak.

"It’s not clear yet, but he said himself that there's nothing majorly wrong," Zhang Qinxi said with a faint smile, lacking her usual fearless ease.

He looked closer. Naturally, he recognized the figure: a man with white hair and a white beard, two long white eyebrows drooping to his cheeks, a long hairpin stuck in his hair, a gaunt face, wearing long robes, and holding a whisk. He stood amidst the mist with a smile; this was none other than the Daoist Hongjun of Xuandu Cave on Mount Kunlun.

Wang Chongyang’s eyes went wide, staring blankly at the black bird before him. Aside from its somewhat peculiar eyes, the bird looked no different from any other ordinary bird.

"Damn it, how deep is this abyss?" Mu Tianchen cursed. They had been falling for half an hour already, yet they still hadn't reached the bottom.

Watching the two figures receding into the distance, a look of desolation appeared on Wang Zhen’s aged face. Even though he was dissatisfied with their arrogant attitude, he dared not show the slightest expression.

Having nothing more to say to Su You, the male host spoke to him, and then prepared to head forward with Ye Jie.

At that moment, Zhang Ye spent half the night busily transplanting the plot of land where the Eight-Treasure Gourds were planted, along with the roots of the gourd vines, to the outside.

"Hmph, what are you talking about? I don't understand," the principal snorted, forcing himself to calm down.

"Enough!" Hearing Jiang Lei’s sister shouting there, Su You couldn't take it anymore. He barked at her, then glanced at her husband lying on the ground, but didn't even cast a glance at Jiang Lei, who was crouching beside them, supporting her brother-in-law.

Ying Lie scoffed, "What of it? Perhaps that fellow named Yasunari Kitajima is confident he can take care of you."

"Leike, go see what's going on..." Before Relock could finish, a blood-soaked soldier ran out of the darkness. He rushed past them as if he had seen a ghost, completely ignoring everyone present.

This custom didn't just exist in the Wushuang Realm; it was common in many places, including secular dynasties. However, Zhang Ye shook his head, refusing this well-intentioned offer, which felt akin to being given a "dowry maid."

Wuchang was also stunned. Could there be a hidden story behind this affair? Wuchang’s hand reached out gently. He felt carefully and realized the window was only ajar, not closed at all. A streak of black light flashed through the night, and without making a single sound, Wuchang slipped into the room.

Bai Jin knew that Zhao Han had previously said he would help her overcome her fear of heights, but he had brought her to an unexpected place and introduced her to an unexpected "old friend."

He could not investigate the internal affairs of the Heavenly Court, so he naturally couldn't obtain specific intelligence, but he could gather plenty of information about what happened outside it.

Zhao Han ignored her. He listened to her chatter on for a while, only raising his head to glance at her once.

Charles, being a foreigner, didn't understand the social nuances of China. He only knew that the ghost had died, and that one treasure chest for each of them was just right.

"Aye!" Nie Bin accepted the washed-out handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

An Ning sighed. After all, they had only known each other for a month; many things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

Usually, one rarely saw idlers in the inpatient department; only doctors and nurses were seen coming and going from the wards.

It is worth noting that similar activities were often held in later generations, yet they were often rife with murky, inexplicable undercurrents.

The gray-haired butler looked on, his forehead throbbing with irritation. "Damn it, this is a manor, not a brothel. And those wanton wenches—is it that they never see men? They were never this brazen when they saw me in the past."

"Once the forces in the Central Heaven Domain are resolved, we will head to the Great Li Dynasty. I hope your Emperor will not avoid us then," Song Licheng said.

But the key was that they couldn't find the root cause at all, and in the end, they could only hack away blindly. Gu Siqin tentatively thrust her sword into the ground. She didn't know what this probing action would bring them.

Perhaps it was the heavy night air and the stillness of the world that made their conversation this time feel much gentler and more intimate.

Did Mo Li have the ability to exploit the fact that Zhao Chengui was not at the company headquarters to initiate a project on her own?

The remaining three kidnappers actually wanted to circle around to the back of the broken window and crawl in to get at me.

"By the way, what exactly was in your cup just now? Why did it look like blood?" Wan Yunfei asked, full of confusion. She had assumed the red liquid was just the medicinal herbs her brother had gone out to buy.

Although Sikong Diyi’s cultivation level had reached the late stage of the Out-of-Body Realm, his actual combat strength had not. His power seemed to lag far behind his cultivation level.

"I wonder where His Highness is now," Feng Wu felt a rare moment of melancholy.

Father Han drove his imposing Rolls-Royce Phantom over, which happened to fit the whole family, except for Han Yi.

"Alright." The waiter took a room card from the front desk and led Li Youcai deep into the third floor.

"Qiangzi, you're not being much of a brother. You have a profitable business but don't think of me," Zhao Quan'an complained to Liu Qiang. He was certain Liu Qiang was hiding something from him.