Chapter 37 The Man in the Floral Shirt

At the entrance to the hall on the first floor, Yang Yongzhang had already made thorough preparations. His four remaining brothers stood nearby, faces filled with worry, for outside was unbearably hot—one could easily call it a gigantic steamer. If you stayed out there for more than ten minutes, heatstroke was a genuine risk, and once that happened, your life would be in danger. The weaker among them would simply faint.

Lu Changle longed to turn them into a valiant, disciplined unit, but they simply refused to cooperate. Meanwhile, the commander of the Black Tiger Army naturally maintained every defense against the two hidden commanders observing from the shadows.

The information had come from a boxing instructor at the martial arts hall, someone who had a good rapport with the Chu family, and it was through his arrangements that Chu Long had joined the hall.

The three of them—Emperor Qianfeng and his companions—were struck with terror. Imperial energy erupted, forming layer upon layer of barriers, yet even these could not halt the spread of the chill.

Without a hint of emotion, he touched the grip of the revolver concealed in his jacket. It was the first thing he’d bought with his manuscript fee, spending a fortune for self-defense.

He would not be polite with Chu Long; since Chu Lixiong had handed over his useless son, he had a duty to train him well.

Sun Suo had no choice but to search through the simulated scenarios, hoping to find one that would reward him with divine crystals.

To prevent excessive exhaustion, Sean was forced to eat an enormous bowl of pork stewed in lard for dinner—a greasy dish that few could stomach.

All trainers who arrived on Kai Island were required to report and register there before being allowed to move freely about the island.

Now, everyone was concerned not only with surviving the chaos but also with securing a great fortune alongside the new clan leader.

Xiao Yichen sealed her lips with his own. The kiss contained no desire, only pure affirmation and promise.

Su Mo, caught off guard by his sudden pull, landed squarely on his lap—no matter how you looked at it, the posture was utterly indecent.

The Blue Feather Sparrow seemed lively in its cage, fluttering its wings as though it wanted to fly. Yet its head could not pass through the bars, so it beat its wings against the cage door, as if venting its dissatisfaction.

An hour later, Su Chu had navigated countless corridors and searched many hidden chambers but found nothing.

Thus, Qin Nian and Ji Jingrui escorted their grandmother home. Just as they reached the door, they heard crashing and banging sounds from inside.

Of course, all these were lies told to Long Xin. No matter what ‘Yao Xue’ ate—real or fake—the false would never become true.

The Grand Tutor glanced at the hairpin: made of fine white jade, its head adorned with a peony blossom. It was indeed the Fourth Lady’s favorite accessory lately, recognizable even by the servants. Naturally, he could identify it at a glance.

Lu Shaonan faithfully recounted every word Fu Yunzhong had said to Yun Shu, but no matter how he tried, she refused to believe him. She thought Fu Yunzhong was lying, that he never wanted this child, and so invented such a story to make her willingly give it up.

At this thought, Su Chu looked at the gigantic alpaca before her and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Ye Nanshan was visiting North Peak for the first time and was surprised to see so many male students. At first, Ye Nanshan was puzzled—why were there so many men at North Peak?

The plan was relayed to the Eight Great Houses via satellite, and everything was ready. The Eight Great Houses began their advance, and by the time they approached the city, the people of Tianyun had already noticed—the range of Eagle Eye’s observation was vast.

He was an Earth-ranked martial artist, only at the early stage, yet someone who could immobilize him with mere pressure and locked aura from afar—could that be a Heaven-ranked martial artist?