Chapter 1136: A Feast for the Hungry and the Restless

Braised rabbit, pepper-salt snake, garlic greens, and a hot and sour egg soup—with fresh mantou traded from Territory Seven. After working all morning, Xia Qing nearly ascended on the spot with that meal.

She really needed a trustworthy chef. If Yang Jin wasn’t the captain of Qinglong Squad, Xia Qing swore she’d pay top-dollar to hire him just to cook—even if he only did that in Section Three.

Such a shame though…

Yang Jin spotted the satisfied look on Xia Qing’s face and, full of pride, asked, “How’s the hot and sour soup?”

Snow Thirteen spoke gently, then lowered his head to softly kiss those cool, delicate lips.

“All right.” Su Dongliang nodded. Without another word, he led Mu Feng out back with him.

Wu Qianli glanced at the two and had a hunch about what they were up to, but he played dumb and asked anyway.

“Enough! Instigating your fellow disciples to help you with dirty business—you’re no student of mine!” Wu Hai said coldly.

It arrived without a sound, and when it appeared, golden imperial patterns already covered its surface.

Xu Zheng bowed his head in the back, quietly nodding to himself. When Jin Ling softened up, she was surprisingly reasonable.

“I’m leaving.” He Xinyi stuffed the school uniform I brought her into a bag, stood up, and got ready to go.

Taking another day off meant losing a lot of money. Under her insistence, Yun Yu eventually relented.

The three from CK group seized the chance and scattered. Lambo cut through the roadside weeds, hoping to teleport home, while Blind Monk and Zyra slipped into the wild zone.

Jin Tai looked calm, but his hand in his sleeve was balled into a fist. He’d watched the Twelve Falcon Guards grow—watched them become the pride they were. Now, seven out of twelve were dead. With the Silver Hawk’s corpse lying nearby, that made eight. If these three died too, only the most mysterious, the Soaring Hawk, would be left.

“There’s a nice Western restaurant near the art school. Let’s eat there,” Shen Manli suggested, throwing Lin Tao a look.

“Now that you mention it, it really is pretty odd.” Lin Tao frowned, deep in thought.

Hatsune Miku held out her hand; a glowing blue sphere floated above her pale palm.

So, this was a weakness—a major one! If Sun Ce really did try to take power back from Sun Quan in the future, people down below might just be eager to side with him.

“I doubt anywhere else would work,” Luo Bingqian said, frowning. “I’ve spent two hundred years pondering the past, and aside from here, there’s no other entrance.”

You Ruo nodded graciously, lips curling up behind her mask. “It’s true, I missed you. There’s a lot I need you to report on, to be honest!” She motioned to the empty chair, inviting Qu Lishang to sit.

At that point, Tiansha stopped. No point in going on—no matter how much he explained, Guo Xianghua was never going to grasp it. To him, it would always sound exaggerated.

She’d have been fine if he hadn’t said anything. But now Fei’er’s face grew even redder. She gave him another playful glare and walked to the door with him.

Minute by minute, time ticked by. As Lin Tao’s cultivation soared, Xin Yutong’s dropped just as quickly. Her face faded from rosy to pale.

“Nan Xingzhi!” I shouted after him in anger. He left without looking back, but as he turned he extended his bloody, mangled hand, almost like he didn’t want me to see his back—only that ruined hand.

The moment Han Yuyun took the lyric sheet, it felt like she was holding more than just flimsy paper—a whole new world waited inside.

The Taoheng Power Plant was about to break ground. But plenty of people were drooling to sabotage things; one after another, everyone was plotting. They’d need a thousand eyes open to stay safe.

“Clop… clop… clop…” Rapid hoofbeats thundered behind me. Daodou quickly yanked me toward the palace wall.