Chapter 42: The Museum's Gemstone Tree

"So, you saw through the Secret Spirit's scheme?"

Su Ninglong kicked off her small leather shoes and stepped onto the chair. "Yes, yes, entirely thanks to my peerless brilliance."

She gestured with her hands and feet, intending to show off a set of martial arts routines from the cultivation world to open their eyes.

Xing Yuan covered his face. This unruly child treated the interstellar police as mere decorations and even dared to climb onto the table.

If she were allowed to keep going like this, she could talk until dawn. He could only play his trump card. "Ninglong, I've already booked museum tickets for tomorrow—"

He didn't nod, only smiled. But seeing this smile, Ye Chun and Ye Xia felt a profound sense of relief in their hearts, along with a touch of pride.

"I shall break the seal myself. Once it is shattered, I need you to return to the Ninth Mountain Realm immediately... If I do not return to the Ninth Mountain Realm after a hundred years, then you shall take my place... and stop the demons!" After saying this, Luo Xingchen flashed away, leaving behind a stunned Gu Mo.

Logically speaking, the Xuanyuan family had its own hospital, and its resources were not insignificant. He remembered that during the previous Honda Tadakatsu incident, Xuanyuan Chunqiu had been sent to their family hospital, but why did he need to be sent to the Dragon Team for healing now?

Everyone looked at the newlyweds, offering heartfelt blessings while also filled with envy.

A heavy halberd struck fiercely against the town stele, and behind Xuang Yang, a portal over two meters high opened up. Xuang Yang simply focused on attacking the town stele, not even sparing a glance at the Yellow Turban soldiers rushing toward him.

After saying that, she skipped back home, leaving only the impoverished youth sitting on the ground with a slightly furrowed brow.

As soon as Xuang Yang returned to Bright Moon Village, a loud system notification echoed across the entire game.

Among all this, what puzzled them the most was the middle-aged man's origins and the purpose of this trip.

If they were to keep entangling with Cuiping at this time, it would only put Le Yizhi and her younger brother in an awkward position. Fine, she would endure it.

The night was dim and hazy, a sliver of moonlight falling across the pillow. The air of the twenty-first century carried a hint of bitterness.

Wen Tingzhou telling Xiao Shirui this matter personally was a sign of respect, trust, and a way to preserve the bond between them.

Though Xia Yu and the others hesitated, they still nodded. They were mere servant girls, so whatever the mistress said went. Besides, they believed that no matter what the princess consort wanted to do, she would consult their opinions first; if they said they were unwilling at that time, the princess consort wouldn't force them either.

Old Madam Feng let out a miserable, aged laugh, looking like a madwoman. She even withdrew her spiritual energy shield, collapsing in defeat and sitting on the ground, staring blankly as Feng Renjian and Feng Tianhao had their spiritual energy crippled by the crowd.

No matter how much City Lord Shangguan doted on Auntie Yu, he could not possibly offend two princely estates on her behalf for her sake.

It seemed the Island Master had gone to great lengths to win over the six islands in order to deal with the Dream Master together! He was even willing to stoop to seizing his own son's bride as a wife.

Ye Qingyin seemed about to log off, but after a moment of thought, she connected her communicator and pulled up a full interface.

An incident occurred right in front of the post house. Afterward, as soon as Fang Ruohua revealed her identity, those soldiers withdrew from Chenzhou City under the cover of night. Although two hundred guards seemed like a significant force within the city, once they went outside and dispersed, Fang Ruohua lacked sufficient reliable personnel at hand, making it genuinely difficult to track them down.

"Pfft." With a teeth-gritting sound, Old Madam Feng wanted to slam her head against the wall, but instead crashed right into Feng Xingying.

Hou Feihong was quite sensible of the bigger picture. With a smile, he said, "That is all I have to say for now, but I sincerely request the three young masters to honor my humble home with your presence so we may discuss this great undertaking together!" With that, he picked up his hat, left a golden leaf on the table, and departed.

This guy actually wanted to wipe his mouth and deny everything after eating; such a man was simply scum among men, the scum of all scum.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered over the peak of Mount Longhu, and thunder descended immediately, shrouding the entire mountain. However, by this time, the apocalyptic tidal wave had already swept across the entire planet, and no one paid attention to this sorrowful and magnificent spectacle here.