Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Great Fire

The raging fire quickly spread, even igniting some of the surrounding weeds, engulfing the entire house in a sea of flames. The house, built from earth bricks and filled with wooden beams, began to crumble under the inferno, its structure wavering precariously. The group of blond-haired youths who had once stood atop the roof, giddy with excitement, now watched the blaze with faces drained of color, especially...

The Great Wind Dynasty advanced with overwhelming force, carrying the murderous intent of a city massacre. The Imperial Guards of the Moon Empire’s capital were certain to be unable to withstand such an assault.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. In just a brief moment, the affection value from another man’s wife had skyrocketed by five hundred, a terrifying realization upon closer thought.

Though he had crossed into this world and had no direct ties to the Tang family, the Grand Tutor Tang had treated him kindly. Writing a letter to report his safety seemed only proper.

Nan Sheng said nothing. After a couple of seconds, she shook her head. “Forget it. There’s nothing valuable in there.” She simply found the whole situation strange and unsettling.

Still, he was shocked in his heart. The King of Shu was truly wealthy! And how shameless was this grown man—such corruption, yet he remained utterly unfazed.

He sat quietly by her sickbed, keeping her company, while Zhi Zhi sat, breathing heavily. After only ten minutes, Zhou Jinnan reached out, and the nurse brought another bowl of medicine. Zhi Zhi glanced over, then locked her gaze firmly on Zhou Jinnan.

“Then let it be as the senior says.” Ye Ruming nodded, his fingers pointing skyward. Suddenly, a purple radiance burst forth from him, and a hazy violet silhouette appeared behind Ye Ruming.

He signaled his teammates to spread out, and as he looked at CJ before him, an image of a sudden stop and jump shot flashed through his mind.

The entire world had been fooled by Popovich, and though this game was only a regular-season match, Popovich had never treated it with anything less than utmost seriousness.

“This is all we can do for now.” Lu Xuan nodded, thinking how convenient learning had become in this age of advanced technology.

Du Ruhui looked at Du Aitong and asked immediately, “Third brother, what’s wrong? Why are you so angry? Did something happen at the Imperial Academy?”

By now, he had sorted through his memories. As the third son of the Duke of Lei in the Great Tang, the eldest, Du Gou, would inherit the title; the second, Du He, was already engaged to a princess and would become the Commander of the Cavalry. As the third, he felt no pressure at all.

“Sir, with such remarkable skills, how is it that you live only for yourself?” Lu Xuan paid no heed to the elder’s words about him and continued his inquiry.

Everyone in the Mathematics Division began learning Du Aitong’s numerical symbols and then started studying vertical calculations.

Every day, he hunted in the mountains and fished in the sea, then put his long-unused cooking skills to work: frying, stir-frying, braising, grilling, boiling. He created delicious dishes in ever-changing ways.

Originally, he had earned billions, yet his mindset remained unsettled. He thought, if it doesn’t work out, so be it—even if his relationship with Wei Youxian soured, it wouldn’t matter.

Thinking of these things, Yuan Long’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, veins bulging, his eyes reddening.

“I must have the Ministry of Justice investigate this matter thoroughly. You should return; once there’s news, come back and report to me.” Wei Yuan instructed, preparing to leave his home once more.

In the front courtyard’s flower hall, Wei Yuan had accompanied Lord Huan for some time. All pleasantries had been exchanged, yet Li Mu refused to leave the Wei household.

Hiding in the corner, observing Li Zhifan nearby and listening as the staff announced that Fu Biao and Wang Ye had become Li Zhifan’s puppets, Sun Youbin felt his heart sink halfway.

“I’m not so easily broken. Brandon and Greg weren’t spared, but I alone survived. That means God must be watching over me.” Aldridge recalled his former teammates Roy and Oden; compared to their fate, his own predicament was hardly worth mentioning.

A strange sound suddenly emanated from Arnold’s body—“shh shh shh”—his muscles swelled and twitched, a terrifying energy surging throughout his entire being.