Chapter 58: Apology

At dawn, the village chief once again summoned all the villagers. Having just tasted half a pound of marinated pig’s head brought by Qin Huiyin and Tang Luwu, the chief’s voice rang out loud and clear, admonishing everyone with righteous authority.

As for the other villagers, some had witnessed firsthand the two women pulling at each other's hair accessories, and hearing rumors that the drama would continue today, they needed no coaxing. At the village chief’s call to gather in the courtyard outside the ancestral hall, they dashed over eagerly. Of course, a few weren’t so quick, some even—

Yet Chu Tian’s caution was understandable. After the events of the night before last, he realized the palace was a place of hidden talents and lurking dangers. The presence of the national preceptor alone was enough reason for vigilance, not to mention other masters like Jing Feng.

Shui Xie understood that “imperial construction” meant the building was authorized by the emperor, and the inscription marking the tenth year of Yuanqing was naturally the emperor’s own signature. He hadn’t expected that the entire plaque of the prime minister’s residence was penned by the emperor himself, proving how much esteem the old prime minister, Si Xiao, enjoyed at court.

Thunder rumbled within dark clouds, and moments later, the long-parched Tower of the Observatory was suddenly lashed by a downpour, with rain pearls falling thick and fast, drenching the earth.

“Excellent!” Yang Jiao looked upon a face that bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, Yang Tianyou, and felt a surge of excitement, quickly agreeing.

Glancing at the plum grove, Jiang Caiping pressed her lips into a gentle smile, her laughter silent. Her slender hands gripped the swing firmly, and she soared once more. The sensation of her body flying through the air felt like a homecoming, enough to temporarily wash away all worries.

Yang Shuai’s meaning was clear: you’re not the only one I can work with. I came here firstly because it’s close, and secondly because we’ve collaborated before—there’s nothing more to it.

Now that his strength had reached the Core Realm, it was almost unfair to his opponents. Using Core Realm power against those in the Source Realm was an instant victory.

Though his speed was like a raging wind, at best he could match the average peak Marquis-level fighter. Clearly, it wasn’t enough to instantly defeat his own father.

The two arrived at the West Flower Hall, where Yunlin and the others were already inside. Yunlin’s expression was rather sour, while Yun Ning, Wanlan, and Youlan sat beside her, keeping her company. Tian Ruyu sat off to the side, sipping tea.

Zhang You’s face was pale; the sheer amount of thunder energy was overwhelming, and he struggled to absorb it all. Fortunately, his body’s resistance to lightning was exceptionally high, allowing him to endure with ease.

“I—I can’t accept this,” Zhou Yunxi returned the phone to its box and handed it back to Shu Fan, but Shu Fan refused to take it.

Listening to the sounds outside, Ze Xiu remained unmoved, only smiling as he continued his actions. He even closed Bai Jin’s door with a gentle push of his foot.

Their family was happy and loving; in Lu Ya’s eyes, Lu Zhixing was simply unnecessary.

“Zha’er, do you have any plans for the future?” Zhang You decided to offer some guidance to Nezha. Keeping his original body gave Nezha far greater potential than any lotus root form, and he couldn’t let the Primeval Lord of Heaven mislead him so easily.

After speaking, she grabbed the keys to open the door, but after fiddling for ages, the keys didn’t match and the door stayed shut.

Whenever her troubles came to mind, He Meina’s heart felt as though boiling water had been poured inside, leaving her restless and deeply worried.

On top of that, Sang Yang kept staring at Qi Luo with a silly grin, which nearly made the Princess so angry she couldn’t sit still.

“You…” Chu Chu was stunned, speechless with surprise. Ma Fan’s sudden transformation was so drastic that he dared to show her disrespect, leaving her momentarily at a loss.

“Where are you going!” Chen Shuang, seeing Chen Bai turn to leave, grew anxious and quickly grabbed his clothes.

“No, the peach of immortality isn’t in the mountains at all; there’s no point in going. But you should accompany Ning’er. The divine mountain will gather winds and clouds, and every sect will send people. It’s a good chance to see the world.” Ji Baiyuan said.

Long Jianfei was hearing about his tattooed organization for the first time. Previously, he only knew it was inked by Cha’er Ma, unaware of the history behind it.