Chapter 36: A White Garment Outshining Snow, a Beauty to Captivate the World

Today, Lin Le deliberately put on an oversized sweatshirt. With the hood up, it nearly covered half his face; add a pair of sunglasses and a fake mustache, and even his own mother might not recognize him.

An hour later, the car finally stopped at Jingrong Villas in the eastern part of the city. Jingrong Villas stood beside the city’s eastern CBD, built along the river, backed by verdant mountains, and blessed with picturesque scenery, both...

Through the rain came the sound of voices calling, and someone was gradually searching in this direction. Murong Chong stood up and looked ahead. In that moment, Shangguan Ai gazed up at his face and, for an instant, sensed an unspoken air of authority in his expression.

It was obvious that the words she spoke were not what she had originally intended; rather, they emerged on the spot, inspired by Qin Feng’s sudden “confession.”

Now, it seemed that through this matter, the emperor had handed her more than one key—there were several others hidden in his gesture.

Without hesitation, the six of them summoned their celestial swords. In a flash, they tore through hundreds of disciples guarding the mountain gate, turning them into a mist of blood, then roared as they unleashed a frenzied assault on the mountain’s protective formation.

Tang Qiao, of course, noticed their actions. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and in that moment, he performed an action that no one could have anticipated.

Han Chuan did not press relentlessly for answers. At his level, though curiosity was inevitable, he would not lose face by demanding explanations from someone younger.

On the surface, the old man was criticizing himself, but in truth, he was cursing the bald monk by implication, indirectly mocking the cunning of those on the stage.

Dong Qiankun stood with his chin held high; beside him were Master Mist and the old Fire God priest. The three of them, all shrewd and unwilling to take a loss, radiated the same kind of aura when together.

“Why so nervous? Don’t tell me that’s the box for the imperial seal?” Qin Feng asked carelessly.

It is well known that before any cosmic consciousness creates a world, it must first establish the laws that govern it. However, what Chen Feng intended to create this time was not a law, but an ancient and hidden power—primordial energy.

With a single sentence, Yadong’s confusion was dispelled. He asked, “So she isn’t a Winged One—then what is she? Where did she come from?” He scrutinized Nana for a moment but didn’t notice anything unusual about her.

Chen Xinghai was tempted to quip wickedly, “Then you can do it on purpose for me every day and I’ll never complain,” but he knew better than to say such things aloud.

At once, the government troops on three sides shouted in response to their officers’ commands, pushing towering siege towers and low battering carts forward in formation. Clouds of dust billowed as they advanced toward the City of Hope, ignorant and unafraid.

The truth was already laid bare. Fang Lingling was unwilling to see Old Lu again, and Fang Yin no longer wanted to acknowledge Old Lu as her father.

At the dinner table, Old Gu and the burly man were engrossed in a crude conversation about picking up women—their vulgar words enough to make one nauseous. Yet, the two of them chatted away merrily. Wang Feng and the others could only force themselves to smile along, mindful of maintaining appearances.

When Ye Bai returned, he saw the lecherous man sitting in his seat, and the anger he had just managed to suppress flared up once more.

Lu Dabao continued reciting, growing more nervous with each line. By the fourth rule, he had already made three mistakes.

“So you think I’m fat, don’t you! Well, too bad, I’m going to make you try it on,” Zhi Yin insisted, forcing him to try on the clothes.

When Chen Xinghai heard Aunt Guan suggest he move in, his heart stirred. He shot a sideways glance at Wang Xueyan, eager to agree, but having never had reason to care about phone numbers, he couldn’t remember Auntie’s number for the life of him.

Zhang Lei had no choice but to bite the bullet and go. Later, Zhang Hu asked him about it in private, but Zhang Lei was so cautious about the matter that he hadn’t even told his wife.

The staff were astonished by his straightforwardness—he bought the house without even looking at it.