Chapter 108: The Grand Finale

Perhaps it was a birthday gift from them, but the Sect Leader and her three senior brothers chose to depart on March 30th, the very day of her birthday.

It was a time when spring was in full bloom. The various fruits, vegetables, and flowers planted within the Wuji Sect were blossoming in brilliant splendor. From dawn until dusk, Lu Qingfei stayed with her master and brothers.

Xie Yunji used the excuse of sparring to pick a fight with Jiang Heng. Since both were enthusiasts of physical combat and harbored old grievances, they held nothing back.

But would his descendants also have to carry this surname that had appeared out of thin air? Yet, he could not bring himself to use the surname Li. He had not expected his internal struggle to be so transparent to Li Wenyuan.

On the field, the group fought while retreating, finally reaching the top of the volcanic crater. The pressure immediately eased. The volcanic walls were steep; only agile, ape-like or leopard-like ferocious beasts could climb them. Others, such as tigers, bears, boars, and hounds, could only sigh at the base, surrounding the mountain foot so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.

"Sigh, what is done is done; what use is there in assigning blame? The most important thing now is to find Wei'er and get to the bottom of what really happened." The Empress was the Emperor's favorite consort, and Nangong Yi was his most cherished son; he did not want to make things difficult for them.

"Wei'er, have you really thought this through?" A flash of surprise crossed Zhao Jingyi's face, but it was quickly replaced by worry.

"To think you still remember me. Not a single phone call in all these days—have you found a new flame in Shanghang?" A-Lian straightened her clothes and asked Feihu with a hint of resentment.

Feng Xuanyu said, "I never regret the things I do." He had been willing to offend his third brother just to help her vent her frustration; why would he regret it now for the sake of some irrelevant people?

He only found it puzzling: Leng Wuchen had never liked Ling Yuwei before, so why, now that the engagement was finally annulled, had he suddenly become so persistent?

In the blink of an eye, he saw his daddy sitting beside his mommy, staring at her motionlessly with two dark circles under his eyes.

Long Yinle reached out to touch his handsome, fair face. Because he lacked outdoor activity, his skin was always pale. If he didn't speak and just watched her silently like this, who would ever think he was a simpleton? The heavens truly possessed endless and varied ways to toy with people.

"Finally telling the truth! Who is it that there's 'nothing' with? Confess! Who is 'she'? Who is she?" Cheng Xia, never one to miss a shred of gossip about her friend, asked hurriedly.

As long as Ye Chen signed the agreement, Zhang Boheng would receive the betrothal gift. Once he entered the Xuanwu Martial Arts Hall and learned their combat techniques, he would see how Chen Qi could continue to act so arrogantly.

High in the air, the purple hair that Zi Yi had casually tied up came undone during the clash, drifting in the windless sky.

That night, the nurse in the hospital room fell into a deep slumber. Xue Wei opened her eyes and unlatched the window. Since they were on the ground floor, someone immediately climbed in.

It seemed that planting required attention to soil quality. He had known this before, but only vaguely. He knew even less about tall vegetation like trees. The guidebook mentioned plants like the Russian olive, noting its resilience and other various advantages, along with basic information.

Of course, if one were to pass the metropolitan examination, they would become a Jinshi. That would be extraordinary; their future prospects would be limitless. Perhaps in the future, they could wield power over the world, hold the fate of the nation in their hands, and have their every word become law.

Both the East and the West were engaged in the Age of Discovery and colonization; conflict between them was inevitable. To say nothing of other places, in the Indian Ocean alone, the Ming Dynasty was bound to clash with the Portuguese.

Marrying an ordinary commoner might not be so bad after all. At the very least, any talk of multiple wives and concubines would require your consent. You would have more status and a greater say, with fewer rules and constraints, allowing you to live a much more relaxed and carefree life.