Chapter 87: Lu Yanzhi Was Taken Away

Jiang Xiuting’s domineering behavior left me speechless. I stared at him in a daze, and the next second, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

“What do you mean by that?” Gu Junze finally realized there was a double meaning in Yu Li’s words, and looked at her with confusion.

“Hello, auntie.” He Xiaozuo obediently stepped forward, nodding politely to Lady Li.

It was fortunate her lingering soul had dissipated early; otherwise, if she had witnessed this outcome, she would never have found peace even in death.

In the blink of an eye, my mother stood before me, gently taking my hands in hers. Her gaze swept up and down, filled with deep concern and worry.

“If that’s how it is, we’ll only ever be siblings in this life.” He Shumo sighed. How could she not see He Xiaozuo’s devotion to her? Yet she could not accept it—just as she could never accept the love of her own brother.

I simply gazed at him, at a loss for words. Jiang Xiuting, too, said nothing. In the end, my anxiety overwhelmed me and tears began to fall.

As I drew closer, I saw that beneath the black hair was a skull. Its eye sockets were hollow, filled with earth and pebbles, and maggots were wriggling out.

For the safety of all system hosts, the ability of systems to take on forms has now been codified as part of the Interstellar Auxiliary System Manufacturing Act, under strict regulation. As a result, the range of possible forms is severely limited.

Because if this is the case, it means I could pose a threat to Shen Wushuang—he would only be so desperate to deal with me if he was truly afraid.

This kind of ascension in the flesh is not about becoming a so-called saint, but about attaining the freedom of a “god”—far beyond those listed on the Register of Deities. They can continue to cultivate and increase their strength.

One must admit, General Li’s tactic was truly effective. Not only did it boost the soldiers’ morale, but their unified shout and the dragon’s roar filled Qin Zheng and his companions with a newfound passion.

Though Qin Zheng and the others were puzzled, when they saw him take the initiative to move to the front and clear the path for them, they said nothing more.

These two bodyguards were not among the ones who had previously served beside Chai Hao, but entirely new faces.

Fortunately, there was no deep emotional bond between them, so there was no sorrow—if anything, it felt like a release.

“Brother Feng, these Persians can’t be trusted—not even if you force the truth from them!” Qing’er reminded him in the system space.

It might sound frivolous, but calamity is like that—you can’t escape it. If you face it head-on, it passes like a gentle breeze. Of course, this is because the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage was powerful, backed by Zhang Haotian’s boundless fortune. Disasters came and went with his fate.

It was just impossible to succeed. The Yin-Yang diagram formed from flames was entangled, leaving no opportunity at all.

“Master, you truly are a seer. Just a few days ago, you said I’d encounter a ghost, and last night, damn it, I actually did.” As I spoke, I muttered inwardly, thinking, Who wants to speak this way? If I hadn’t really run into a ghost and had no other choice but to seek his help, would I need to be so deferential?

Yet it was always just a few simple words: “Young master has gone to eat,” “Young master has returned to his room.” Again and again—meals and rooms, with nothing more.

This time, the transformation ability I gained obviously couldn’t be truly stripped away. Even if Zhou Yu tried to forget it deliberately, it lingered in his consciousness with overwhelming intensity, impossible to shake.

With a heart full of doubts, Li Yunchen entered the cave, only to be immediately covered in spider webs.

Yet facing the stunning Shui Menghan, the two still had some dignity—otherwise, they’d have long resorted to vulgar tricks like “Monkey Steals the Peach” or “Dragon Claw.”

The rest showed faint surprise on their faces, unsure why this wild cultivator dared demand an audience with Master Xuanshuang.

Asura looked at the remaining guardians. Some glanced at each other, then charged ahead, imitating Ye Bai. Others seized the chance—swiftly slaying their companions with clawed hands.

The male Asura’s body was covered with scales and bone spurs. His mouth was wide, filled with fangs, bald and hideous—uglier than any man alive. His whole body was blood-red, and some even had tails.

Previously, it was assumed that true immortals only existed within the Celestial Mansion and had not entered the Yuanmiao Realm. Perhaps they couldn’t, or the principles of the Yuanmiao Realm differed from those of the Celestial Mansion, making it impossible for true immortals to enter.

His face was pale, and his right arm—his sword arm—was weak. He had always used his right hand, but his left could wield a sword as well. It just took him much longer to master.

The demon cultivator before her from the Demon Valley of Heaven had a tangled history with her, a deadly enemy from years past.

Having seen Xu Jie’s business van, Zhou You instinctively assumed Xu Man would also be low-key—her car couldn’t be anything special. But when he saw the lot filled with luxury cars, he began to doubt his assumptions.

Thinking she could enjoy a free trip before heading home for the New Year, Lily couldn’t pass up the chance. When the organizer contacted her, she immediately agreed to join the players’ gathering.

Earning ten thousand yuan used to be so hard; now, making a million was as easy as drinking water. Zhou You couldn’t help but feel wistful.

As the organizer of the East Asian Art Exchange, Master He naturally had to be present.

Later in college and in games, she encountered similar situations a few times—after observing her crush for a while, she always noticed the side beneath their surface, leading each infatuation to end in heartbreak. Of course, she couldn’t possibly tell her mother about these private disappointments.

Back in Guangzhou, he’d found many Denai Kapis at the jade company, and unearthed quite a few valuable pieces of jadeite. Though none could rival that giant hibiscus jade, in the increasingly lackluster domestic rough-jade market, they were treasures.