Chapter 165: Lu Shang Questioning His Life

Ever since catching the Child of Destiny completely off guard, Li Changan had returned to the Capital’s Pavilion of Literature to resume his cultivation, no longer stirring up trouble abroad.

It was not that he lacked interest in Lu Shang.

On the contrary, he desired nothing more than to immediately hollow out every last treasure from Lu Shang's possession and claim it for himself.

Yet rice must be eaten bite by bite, and the road must be walked step by step.

Lu Shang had suffered such a devastating setback at the Martial Arts Grand Tournament that, under normal circumstances, it would likely take him half a year or more to recover.

Stepping across the threshold, his gaze swept cursorily over the nearly unconscious Song Yu before he strode purposefully toward Madam Wei.

However, before his invitations could even be prepared and sent out, he unexpectedly received one from the Prince of Qi’s estate first.

Yet the brothers who frequently ventured into the wilderness to slay ferocious beasts knew all too well... in the hunting of monsters, how could one avoid the splatter of blood?

"Speak," Gu Shiyan murmured, leaning back against the cushions as he caught her hand—slender, pale, and seemingly devoid of bones—holding it inch by inch, unwilling to let go.

Furthermore, by now projecting an air of profound righteousness and subtly implying that everyone’s time shouldn't be wasted over such a trivial mistake, she instantly regained the favor of the crowd.

Su Xiaoxiao’s lips curved into a faint smile as she recounted the prior incident in the dressing room; before her voice fully trailed off, the sound of Su Rou'er's weeping reached her ears, bringing a sudden wave of foul luck.

At the main gate of Imperial Capital University, a black Bentley cut across Mu Huanyan’s path, its window rolling down as Gu Shiyan commanded, "Get in."

As the top scholar of the imperial examinations, he understood the weight of those sixteen short characters far better than most; no matter how reluctant he was to admit it in his heart, he had to pinch his nose and offer a few words of praise.

Yu Tianheng frowned and paused for a moment; seeing that no one else was bidding, he prepared to exert his efforts once more, only to find Tang San's voice ringing out yet again at that exact moment.

Mu Huanyan smiled softly, "No matter what it once was, it is now nothing more than a pile of shredded paper. Rather than letting it sit in pieces, you might as well give it to me—after all, I spent forty thousand to buy this sheet of paper."

He immediately took the telegram, cast a sweeping glance over it, and instantly froze in place, standing paralyzed. Only after a quarter of an hour had passed did he finally recover his senses.

After a brief period of exertion, Le Yao had grown adept at the game, urging her mount forward to contest the ball; the two engaged in a fierce struggle for the polo ball until Le Yao finally secured it, preparing to pass it to Mo Ruhua.

Bismarck was now utterly distracted and anxious; although the Prussian army had driven like a sharp dagger deep into French territory, pointing its blade straight at Paris, France's strategic depth had fractured the Prussian forces, and their stubborn defense of the fortresses resisted all assaults, meaning the General Staff's previous plan to swiftly swallow their territory had already failed.

With the old man taking the lead, the remaining children seemed to lose their fear as well, flocking over one after another.

Jiang Qiao could finally see through the situation this time; this Senior Xia might inferior to the ape demon Yuan Ning in terms of cultivation, but he was definitely far wealthier in "spirit crystals" than Senior Yuan Ning. Perhaps Senior Yuan Ning and the others were merely hired temporarily using his "spirit crystals."

"Very well, let us be strict; it is only a matter of these next two days before we depart. Just ensure that absolutely nothing goes wrong!" They walked back toward the building they had just left.

It cannot be true; father would certainly not listen to this fellow’s nonsense, and even if he did listen, father would definitely never agree—I am the only male descendant of the Su family, so even if father could bear to part with me, mother certainly could not.

The moment He Fei uttered these words, Yao Fujiang’s expression instantly froze, and not only Yao Fujiang, but even Zhang Hu, who was panting heavily as he ran with Cheng Ying on his back, abruptly snapped his head around to stare at He Fei upon hearing this sentence.

Dong Boshi had served as a high official for so many years that he naturally carried an aura of stern authority; when Cheng San was questioned like this, he was already feeling guilty, and now, crushed by Dong Boshi's imposing presence, his forehead became drenched in a fine, dense sweat.

The two disciples stuck out their tongues and shared a knowing smile, seemingly long accustomed to their master’s fiery temperament.

"The twilight years of the Great Chu Dynasty were indeed a chaotic era," Shui Xie remarked in a flat, indifferent tone. Yin Fei was correct; truly, when born into a troubled world, only the ruthless were more likely to survive. Whenever times of upheaval arrived, the glorious side of human nature ceased to exist, and all manner of ugliness would spread everywhere like a plague.