Chapter 97: The Six Yao Divination Arises—Knowing Yet Not Avoiding (Recollection)

Li Heng’s muscles were taut. Lu Qingfei, her consciousness drifting, let her hand, which was wrapped around his waist, slide upward along his contours, tracing the defined musculature until her five fingers rested against the nape of his neck.

Their bodies were pressed together, every soft curve and hard line starkly defined.

"Xixi," Li Heng said, his voice hovering between a smile and a taunt, "are you just tossing scraps to a beggar?"

He wanted to be praised just as she had praised the others.

Lu Qingfei’s fingers wove into his hair at the back of his head, massaging gently as she slowed her breathing.

"Alright, everything that needs to be said has been said. You may leave now," Baili Teng said, waving his hand to dismiss Mu Qingge.

First, he frankly acknowledged her beauty, then remarked that she was clingy and worth keeping around for a while.

"I can't. I already promised Grandmother last night, and she has something she needs to tell me. I have to go," Wen Nuan sighed, her expression growing complex.

"Liao Ran." Zi Yin furrowed his brows, a look of confusion crossing his face. The name sounded familiar; he felt as though he had heard it somewhere before.

Zhao Mingyue silently complained on their behalf. Her gaze fell upon the backs of their hands, which were streaked with blood from the shards of broken porcelain. Startled, she let out a cry and immediately turned her head to look at Lan Yunyou.

Sometimes, things just happen this way. It is impossible to explain how they come to be; perhaps some people are simply destined to be entangled in pain.

Less than a minute later, Wen Nuan’s phone number was sent over. The driver read it aloud, and Zhou Buhuan entered the digits one by one, the smile at the corner of his lips both dangerously sharp and utterly seductive.

Each person was handed a cloth. Chen Baiqi saw that the one given to her was still dripping with yellow water. The scent hitting her face was strangely familiar, yet she couldn't quite place it, so when she took it, she held it by her hand rather than pressing it to her nose or mouth.

Posuo nodded. Mo Jing was indeed a man of substance; the reputation of the Mo family’s "Dual Mastery of Medicine and Sword" was no mere trick to fool the world.

Zhao Mingyue pulled her thoughts back from her wandering, reached out to push open the door before her, and prepared to step inside.

The Old Matriarch nodded slightly, signaling Mother An to escort Wen Yukou out. As Wen Yukou passed Lady Dou, she felt as though a weight had been lifted from her heart, leaving her feeling remarkably light. According to the past customs of the Wen household, Lady Dou would at the very least have faced three strikes in the ancestral hall, forced to kneel in repentance without food or leave for three days.

Afterward, everyone learned that this was the work of Lt. Surge, the gym leader of Vermilion City, so once they had rested, they all headed to the Vermilion Gym together.

Efficiently pulling sixty gold coins from his pouch, Zhou Tian took the dagger and the bracelet, turned on his heel without another word, and walked away with effortless grace.

"Thank you, could you please wait for me a moment..." After saying this, Gu Xiaoxian turned and ran back to the villa to retrieve her backpack and some personal identification from her room.

Just then, she had begun teaching the first line: "Heaven and Earth are dark and yellow; the universe is vast and desolate." This line was relatively simple, and the characters were easy to recognize. Chu Yu was tracing the characters with her finger, so from the moment Jiufang Changyuan knocked until he entered, he hadn't heard a sound from inside the cabin.

"Brothers, wake up! It’s time to distribute the equipment. Ouyang Jue, you god-tier player, please step forward three paces to claim your gear," I intentionally raised my voice, aiming to snap them all out of their stupor.

Yet, he discovered that he could not escape the whims of fate. His transmigration and his cycle of reincarnation seemed to have been arranged long ago—this was not the life he had wanted.

The descent of the Evil Emperor was indeed a catastrophe for this world. The Great Emperor Xuanyuan had been unable to strike him down, leaving behind a profound regret.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Tian felt not a shred of panic. All of this had been anticipated by the old man, who had warned them beforehand. Furthermore, it wasn't the first or second time his internal energy had rampaged out of control; one could say he was quite experienced in handling such matters.

It swept over his hands, watching as the purple flames gradually enveloped Xiao Yan’s body. If an outsider were to see this, they would surely mistake it for a Heavenly Flame.