Chapter 81: Constantly Biting Her Lip

Su Qingli glanced over and shook her head, “It’s nothing, what’s wrong?”

Ruilin let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good…that’s good…” She was simply afraid that Emperor Yunshen would lay a hand on her or something.

Their president was already intimidating enough! What if he beat someone up or something! So, when they saw Su Qingli come out, their first reaction was to check if anything had happened to her…

Under the influence of this cherry blossom, the resentment was completely subdued and then transformed into a shikigami—a demon shikigami.

Just as the cultivators were struggling to hold on, a helicopter from the Metropolitan Police Department flew overhead.

At that moment, the quasi-emperor powerhouse of the Imperial Clan, unable to hold back any longer, finally spoke softly, revealing Li Changkong’s true identity.

Meanwhile, the four burly men kept an eye on the ongoing battle while also watching Jian Chen, preventing him from intervening in the contest for the Peerless Divine Sword. Seeing that none of them considered him a contender for the sword, Jian Chen couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless and at a loss.

However, come to think of it, if Houtu didn’t mention where the Earth Pearl was, they could rack their brains and still never guess it was embedded in the pillar of the main hall.

His strength surged again, rising to the power of fifty dragons—more than doubling from the previous twenty dragons.

“Hmph, Lin Long, do you dare kill me? My father is the sect master of the Infinite Sect. Our sect has branches even in the Sixth and Seventh Heavens.”

And the blood pressure in the heart is extremely high, so when the middle-aged man withdrew his spear, blood spurted like a fountain, breaking through a dam. The elder from the Heavenly Sword Sect instantly turned pale, bloodless, as he turned to the newcomer, lips curling into a cold sneer.

Although he had heard Hero Yan mention the Immortal Spirit Herb before, seeing a perfectly preserved one with his own eyes still left him deeply shocked.

This year, the company won the bid, fighting back against the Lin Corporation, insisting on fairness. Last year, you gave us a certain number of seats—this year, we’ll give you the same number back. But the Lin Corporation has too many executives, and if not everyone can sit, deciding who gets a seat and who doesn’t is bound to cause trouble.

It had been some days since she first stepped through the gates of the Lin Mansion. The golden chrysanthemums had withered, giving way to the whiteness of plum blossoms. In the early winter season, all signs of life gradually faded. Let thoughts, too, drift away with the wind, settling on this vast earth, to be covered by the snows of days to come—so there will be no regrets.

When Qi Guan Baitao thought of this, she had the feeling she’d used the phrase “as rustic as crumbling earth” before, but for a moment, she just couldn’t recall when.

Guan Yun turned his head, looking at Zhu Zhuyun with slight surprise. He hadn’t expected Zhu Zhuyun to speak up for Davis at such a moment.

“Was I actually complimenting you?” Meng Weishuang truly hadn’t expected Qi Guan Baitao to be so oblivious to both praise and criticism, making her even more exasperated.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly a man’s voice sounded from behind Mo Zishang. She recognized it as the department manager, responsible for personnel.

At the end, Qinxin invited everyone to dance. Tonight was their festival—dance, drink, and joyfully bid farewell to their student days.

Gu Niannian’s gaze fell on Mo Zishang’s hands. Her fingers were long and fair, as if cut straight from a comic book.

Finally, just as his hand was about to touch the flower, under Guan Yun’s watchful gaze, he stopped himself. He couldn’t bear to touch the Lovesick Heartbreak Red. The scent on Guan Yun would taint it, but so would his own. This flower had already chosen its master, and would never belong to him.

Eunuch Hao, seeing her embarrassment, assumed the girl was simply shy and didn’t press further, returning to report to Ning Sheng.

“What did you expect? That I’d cling to outdated rules like the Heavenly Emperor and let my subordinates suffer?” Qi Yu sneered.

Some tried to seek An Yi’s help along the way, but An Yi merely ate quietly, gave no opinion, and after finishing his meal, simply pushed his bowl aside, ignoring the students’ requests for help altogether.