Chapter 34: Put Away Your Magic Now!

The night was cool as water, and all was silent.

Lu Qingfei lounged carelessly in her chair, legs draped over the armrest, slippers dangling idly from her toes. Her head rested comfortably against the back, and she gnawed at an apple with casual ease.

A message popped up on her phone. It was from Lian Qi. He wanted to meet her in person…

“Who would have thought, among the younger generation of the Chu family, someone as astonishing as you would appear? To prevent future trouble, I, the Dark Emperor, will take your life today.” Having learned Chu Fan’s true identity, the Dark Emperor’s murderous intent was clear. If he didn’t eliminate Chu Fan now, he would certainly become a major threat in the future.

At that moment, the driver stopped the car by the roadside, slowly opened the door, and stood in the aisle, watching us.

I sat on the ground and smiled, noticing the curious glances from the occasional passersby. Feeling a bit annoyed, I stood up, brushed the dirt from my clothes, and strolled toward the roadside.

“Empty…” The room was layered with frost, even the spiritual energy suspended in the air showed traces of freezing. Chu Fan’s drifting hair was coated with a layer of ice, unable to conceal its ethereal beauty.

After finishing their meal together, the group tidied up simply. Seeing there was still time before class, they decided not to take a taxi. Instead, they walked toward the school, laughing and joking all the way. No one brought up the earlier incident again; the unspoken understanding was that they all felt somewhat stifled by it.

“I…” Kiru was left speechless. These past days, he had indeed been distracted by thoughts of Xian Ni, unable to find peace.

“It’s nothing,” Su Huan said, glancing at Yu Yan’s handsome face, which was graced with a gentle, spring-like smile. She closed her lips, forcing out two words.

“Last time, your fight with Hans was left unfinished. He didn’t have his weapon then, so you had the advantage. This time, let’s have a fair duel. If you can win, I won’t pursue compensation for Bai Ju,” Spiel said magnanimously.

After a year of hard toil, people finally relaxed. Every household hung lanterns, pasted couplets, set off firecrackers, and villages everywhere were awash in festive cheer.

Yet, even when Paraguay celebrated a century of independence, this mother river of the Paraguayan people could not yet be said to truly bisect the nation’s land in geometric terms.

These official gazettes were dispatched by provincial offices in the capital, with the total number issued and copied coming to around three or four hundred volumes.

As Ning Ye, Chu Ran, and Nangong Ritian basked in the sun and sea breeze, chatting idly, the once-bright sky abruptly darkened, plunging into sudden night.

At last, on the fourth day, Han Lie could endure it no longer. He drew his blade in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, nearly killing a Ministry of Rites official. He was immediately seized by the Blue-Clad Guards stationed nearby and, without mercy, thrown into the dungeon of the Imperial Guard’s mansion.

Not far away, Chu Zhan’s great blade swept like a twisting dragon, making short work of the black scorpions, which posed no threat to him at all.

“Destroy them!” Someone shouted the cry first—who, none could say—but the goblins answered in unison. To defend home and country was a sacred duty; even the simplest goblin understood this truth.

At that moment, Ci Yu’s face was deathly pale. Waves of pain surged from his wrist, contorting his features with spasms. He gritted his teeth to stifle a cry, but his eyes burned with venomous hatred.

As for the singing—what made it so intoxicating and impossible to resist was that Chu Ran was under the influence of an illusion spell. As he sang, the audience, more or less, fell under its sway, their minds subtly altered.