62 I Wish You Happiness

To Chu Tianjiao's slight bewilderment, those twisted patterns on the bead unexpectedly took a full three hours to complete just three revolutions.

Having grasped the general situation, Ye Lingchen's expression remained as calm as ever. He opened his livestream room per usual, and unsurprisingly, the entire chat was in an absolute uproar.

During this period, Wang Qian had been helping me take care of the children. Whenever I was away, she would assist Aunt Zhou and Uncle Chen with them. Naturally, seeing her arrive now made me feel uneasy.

In the past, the Luo family could not compare to the Feng and Wang families, but since producing a family head who was an alchemist, their overall status had elevated significantly.

Su Liuyun stepped forward relentlessly. Although he was certain that a sliver of Ye Zhiwei's martial consciousness could never be a match for him, the vicious and cunning Su Liuyun still did not rush to make a move. After all, he was not yet at the Martial Immortal realm himself and could not be entirely certain whether Martial Immortal figures possessed any uniquely powerful secret techniques.

Countless people frantically flooded to leave comments under Ye Lingchen's Weibo post, and his private messages were piled high, brimming with immense excitement.

Lu Junxun also made a sudden move, leaning down to place a kiss upon my forehead. His movement was gentle—so gentle that even I had not expected it. I had thought he was merely performing a routine duty, but to my surprise, he simply offered that light kiss, pulled me into his arms, and remained still.

Just like that, his quota for the Yunshan Secret Realm was lost. He could have won; his final move had condensed his utmost strength, and he had assumed no one could possibly take it head-on. However, his opponent had not met it with brute force, instead using subtle leverage to deflect his power elsewhere.

Fusu habitually lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of her hair, and just as he was about to speak, Sangxia let out another exclamation.

However, the timely charge of the large black dog temporarily suppressed a certain notion brewing in Feng Qingcheng's heart.

"Give Qingying a call and let her know about this," Ling Duyu rubbed his nose and said to Hu Mei'er.

"Zanthypalidus, you are not arriving too late." Alexis expressed a trace of dissatisfaction in a tactful manner. After such a long wait, he had not only grown doubtful of whether reinforcements would ever arrive, but had even begun to fear whether he could successfully lead his troops back to camp. Looking back now, he still felt a lingering sense of dread.

If the Yin-Yang Jade reached above the divine grade, it would also contain a trace of the profound mysteries of the Yin-Yang Dao, making it a legacy treasure fiercely contested by numerous powerful figures and factions.

The strength of inner courtyard students had already reached the True Qi realm; disciplining a Body Tempering realm martial artist was still an effortless task.

"You useless thing, who only ever builds up others' prestige while crushing your own spirit, just stay obediently on the side and watch how I suppress and kill him." Chen Zhan's gaze suddenly fell upon Xiao Yi, fixing on him like a hawk glaring at its prey.

Just at that moment, however, a series of hearty and joyful bursts of laughter echoed from within the grand hall. Following the sound, two figures were seen walking out side by side: Baili Dengfeng and the Second Prince, Duan Tianxie.

That night, everyone who participated in the battle—whether reserve citizens or freemen—was regarded as a hero by the people of Thurii. They enjoyed enthusiastic cheers and lavish rewards; while feeling immensely proud, their confidence in becoming full citizens of Thurii was also profoundly solidified.

"So that's how it is. This works out well too, as it can save me quite a bit of effort." A smile flashed across the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth as he allowed those blood beasts to charge straight at him.

After returning home with Qingying in the morning, Ling Duyu saw Hu Mei'er and the others playing with the red-crowned cranes in the tropical botanical garden. Qingying hurriedly stepped forward to tell Hu Mei'er to keep a close eye on the cranes so they wouldn't eat the flowers and young fruits in the garden.

Mei'er stepped onto the flower path, lake water cascading down her body and dripping onto the courtyard that had lain dormant for hundreds of thousands of years. She reached up to brush the droplets from her hair, transforming them into a wisp of lingering mist.

Hearing those words, the figure trembled violently, standing frozen in place, utterly motionless.

"Stop dawdling with this and that, just come with me. I'll go get it back." Lingxiao pulled Qiediao Xiuying's hand and headed straight for Qin Tianrui's office.

The sole reason they had gathered here was that Lingxiao had broken out into the pugilistic world. Not only had he continuously stirred up massive sensations, but this time, he had even slain Sakaki, the leader of Team Rocket with whom they had been cooperating behind the scenes, and delivered his body right to their doorstep.

"Qiuxuan, why aren't you introducing your 'friend' to us?" Cessi clearly liked Qiuxuan very much, so her tone was remarkably casual, much like how one would speak to a junior.

Pushing open the doors of the Qinse Palace, the Heavenly Emperor took Mei'er's hand and walked through the winding floral paths. A cool breeze carried the delicate fragrance of a hundred flowers, and Mei'er suddenly felt a brief sense of disorientation.

"You're leaving just like that?" Although there was no romance between them, Lingxiao still felt a slight sense of loss in his heart.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, a voice interrupted Zhao Junjie's words, and everyone curiously turned their gaze toward Guo Zhong.

Yet he still showed no reaction whatsoever, simply picking her up and carrying her back outside. An Nianchu looked back at the room they had just left, a wave of sourness rising in her chest. She... why on earth was her imagination running wild like this?

Kangaroo possessed a trait he was extremely proud of: he could control the exact time he woke up, precise even down to the minute.

Naturally, within the massive blast radius of Chai Shao's scathing remarks, Cheng Yaojin was far from the only one whose face turned pitch black.

"Of course we wish to cooperate, but not in this manner. We can certainly discuss this point at length and take our time," Jin Ming had just finished speaking when he caught sight of the old man's eyes gradually filling with murderous intent.