Chapter 69: Did the Streamer Mess Up Today?

The sun hung high in the sky, its delicate rays scattered across the damp ground, refracted through the mirror-like remnants of rain puddles, shining as brilliantly as translucent pearls.

Beside the Archive Pavilion, the fresh sunlight after the rain streamed through the cracks in the windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow at Lu Qingfei’s feet.

The livestream connection had not yet ended. She lifted her eyelids lightly, meeting Shang Yue’s gaze on the screen.

“As you said, luck and affection are not equal,” she paused slightly, then smiled radiantly.

Yanwu was about to step forward and greet them, but seeing the fisherman engrossed in angling, hesitated to interrupt his tranquil enjoyment. He waited politely, only approaching to inquire after the fisherman had finished.

“Do you know what this place is?” Bai Xue sighed self-deprecatingly after asking.

Just now, Dou had remarked that shadow puppetry belonged to the lowest social class. Wen Yuke redirected the conversation toward the Grand Lady, making it seem as though Dou was deliberately insinuating that the Grand Lady was somehow tainted by association with the lower classes. Though old, the Grand Lady was not senile and often felt Dou was no longer as obedient as before; now, the words struck her as especially grating.

Having been struck repeatedly by Yan Yun and unable to retaliate, the mutated beast finally began to panic. Its sharp claws suddenly shot out from its fingertips, swiping fiercely at Yan Yun.

Ji Chen nodded and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.” With that, he took the food box handed to him by Night Rakshasa and turned away, heading forward.

“Not good!” The Liver Wood Immortal had just sent the Morning Star Lord into the Kidney Punishment Division’s prison and returned to the Liver Martial Hall, only to sense a violent tremor from the Kidney Water Prison. Without a second thought, he grabbed a spear and flew straight toward the turmoil.

“You’re absolutely right—I do possess the power to kill you. Moreover, the person you protect killed one of my top generals. Tell me, what reason do I have to let him go?” Ju Mang said coldly to Xing Yunji.

“This guy has nothing else in his head except treasures. But what Pillar said makes sense—after all, we’ve finally made it to this underwater world. We should at least find a souvenir or two before we leave. Let’s go.” Ouyang Jue considered for a moment, then ultimately agreed to the treasure-hunting suggestion of the money-minded Pillar.

Thinking this, Skyhawk’s eyes softened with indulgence. He wanted both Li Lian’er and Ling’er to reach his level of strength, so they would not face danger in his absence. With this thought, Skyhawk nodded quietly to himself.

Yuan Shao held back his words for a long time, unable to speak. His face alternated between red and pale, veins bulging on his forehead, as if nothing short of devouring Du and his men’s flesh and blood could quench his hatred.

At the next meeting, as expected, Zhang Shuo formally announced the adjustments to the group’s personnel.

However, given the mobility and striking power of Lü Bu’s cavalry, even if Han Sui wanted to intervene at that time, he would have been powerless.

Those with formal training tended to form cliques, and seeing that the new generation from the Central Drama Academy had produced no standouts, not only were the school’s teachers anxious, but so were veterans outside the institution.

But is that single reason enough for her to risk death? Su Qianqian stared at Cheng Yang’s back for a long while, lost in thought.

That was the token of the Xiang household; every descendant had one. It meant that one of Xiang’s participants had already died at the hands of Shihuang.

First, Ali’s thirteen billion arrived in the account, followed by Bluebird Interactive handing over another 1.1 billion in profits—a full hundred million more than last month, signaling that the mobile gaming market was still booming.

“So, I think Jingchen is either not straight or has some unspeakable medical condition…” Xia Mian continued her analysis.

Xueyu had pushed at the locked door for ages without success; she climbed up to the window and squeezed in through the gap.

Now, Sprout was nothing like it was at its founding. With elite talent under its command, Zhang Shuo only needed to set a broad direction, and the executives would execute everything flawlessly.

It was absolutely impossible for Jianyi, relying solely on his own cultivation, to instantly kill a practitioner at the Destiny Realm.