Chapter 1066: Entwined Fates: Confrontations and Secrets

“Grr—”

Elder Wolf bared its sharp fangs and let out a low growl, warning Xia Qing to release its leg immediately–or else, the next second, it’d snap Xia Qing’s arm in two.

“Grr—” Xia Qing held tight to the wolf’s leg with her left hand, and with her right, she turned the phone screen toward Elder Wolf, showing it the recording she’d just made.

In the video, Elder Wolf was growling and threatening Xia Qing to let go of its leg. Seeing itself caught in Xia Qing’s grip on camera, Elder Wolf froze.

Without hesitation, Xia Qing connected her phone to—

Although Su Ruhe reacted in time, twisting her body out of the way, the horse was massive. The wind kicked up by its movement still swept into Su Ruhe.

After saying that, she finally made it to the second floor. She walked straight into her room and slammed the door shut, not even bothering with Chen Tie anymore.

“The one pulling the strings probably still doesn’t know much. Back then, even the assassin kept their compassion hidden from everyone. What’s rarest is that the assassin later saw it through to the end and made sure your brother reached a safe place.”

“Mom, Sis, I’m feeling tired. I’ll head upstairs to rest.” Su Liangxia didn’t stay to chat. After saying her piece, she went up to her room.

With just a single hit, the whole car jerked to a stop. The hood crumpled into a deep dent, and the window was twisted out of shape.

Zier rolled her eyes wordlessly. When she was helping Mu Wan change earlier, she’d noticed some marks—ones that were clearly fresh, planted not long ago.

He wore a jade crown and gentle features as he stepped up the long marble stairs before Qiong Palace. At the top, Jun Fei waited, holding the Imperial Seal in both hands.

A light, tinkling laughter instantly washed away the last trace of anger in Mu Yeli’s heart.

After such a long absence, the warmth of home felt almost unreal to Su Ruhe. For a moment, she was afraid this cozy scene would vanish as quickly as it appeared.

Su Liangxia didn’t turn back until Yi Zhichen’s car was far down the road. She pressed her lips together, turned to head home, eyes fixed on her toes as her heart fluttered.

The Ghost Queen didn’t bat an eye, just offered a graceful, haunting smile. Su Ji, on his wheelchair, shook with anger but couldn’t find words. The Ghost Queen’s gaze swept the room; she seemed more interested in where the impersonator was hiding.

Over the next few days, Qi Qiqi stuck to her routine: on time to class, on time back to her dorm. Even as the buzz about the Martial Academy’s Fairy continued, she didn’t care. As long as trouble didn’t find her, she was happy.

Qi Qiqi didn’t see the humor in it. After all, if you don’t study formations, you’d never bother to learn how many types there are.

Just thinking back on the way he’d groveled before Li Mo like a dog these past few days made Tan Sui feel worse than eating crap.

“Damn it! That bastard! If I make it out alive today, I swear I won’t let him off!” Jiang Fan spat coldly.

Ji Qingcang caught Lei Chong’s look, his eyes dropping with displeasure. Even so, he toned it down and sent the message. Somehow, it left a mark on his heart.

After reading through it again, Qi Qiqi realized this cultivation technique was insanely powerful: undying and immortal. Didn’t that mean it could escape the grip of time itself? It really was like someone sending you a pillow just when you want to sleep.

Once Huánan Tiger showed no intent to attack him, Cao Da finally turned his head away, glancing into the depths of the undergrowth. He let a cold smile play at the corner of his lips.

“Yes!” The middle-aged man gestured, and the group of Heng Masters barged in, rounding everyone up on the spot.

Of course, the latter would never go that far unless desperate. Otherwise, the common people would curse him and flock to other powers.

“Between Jiang Yao’s power and mine, who do you think stands a better chance of uniting Yunzhou? Who’s more likely to conquer the world?” Tang Ye asked, laughter in his voice.

The hand gripping the phone was trembling with rage, veins bulging. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear Lin Chen to pieces.

With a frosty glint, Li Yan shoved Chen Huling hard. Chen Huling crashed against the wall, only to have Yuan Hanling rush over and check on him. Blood stained Chen Huling’s pale stomach, though his skin was intact—just a petal-shaped mark, deep red.

Hearing this, Yang Ke paused, his eyes narrowing into a sly squint. Then, slowly, a smirk broke through his icy exterior.

“I assume no one objects if I’m the team captain for the Luanshan Tournament.” Chen Sheng’s gaze swept the room. One by one, people dropped their eyes, unable to meet his. His stare sharpened, and suddenly a powerful aura exploded from him, pressing down on everyone in the room.

“Time doesn’t heal everyone… That’s enough, A Yue, go home. Tell Wu Mei not to disturb him tonight. Take a few photos and send them to Situ Mian. File them carefully; viewing only, no downloads.” The man hung up before A Yue could respond.

Now that his injuries had healed and he was back in Nanzhou City, Lin Chen remembered the promises he’d made to Guo Qiang and his senior sister.

“You’re not late. Some people aren’t here yet. Something happened last night, so my parents and grandpa went to the hospital to see my uncle. We’ll have to wait a bit.”

“It’s heavy, right? Let me carry it.” Ouyang Luo reached out, grabbing the other end of the shopping basket.

Seeing Wu Ling shivering like that, Bei Xia Lu thought all southerners were fragile, unable to withstand the northern chill. He gently patted Wu Ling’s shoulder, feeling a comforting warmth rising from within.

As they chatted, the group reached the classroom. Ling waved goodbye and headed off to the neighboring Class Two.

“Public trial for the Zhang father and son, plus Axiu, at the crossroads.” Sister Li Yue listened with surprise. No family had ever held public trials like this before. What on earth is Clan Leader Zhang trying to pull?

A chorus of roars echoed out, wave after wave, pushing through the crowd. The stifling pressure that crushed them moments ago vanished, replaced only by torrents of raw energy swirling through the air.

Layer by layer they broke through the clouds until, at last, a bright and open sky unfolded in front of them.

She’d been gone forever, and even now came home in her formal gown—yet Jing Lichen didn’t even ask where she’d been.

This move was naturally led by Qin, though she hadn’t hidden it from her great-uncle. The point was to catch the killer, even if it meant disturbing the ancestors’ spirits.

Sister Li Yue brought Old Lady Zheng back to her room and served dumplings. Old Lady Zheng had already eaten, but couldn’t resist Sister Li Yue’s hospitality and asked for a few more, savoring them slowly.

Only now did the new Auntie lift her head—turns out, it was Zhang Axiu, who everyone thought had drowned. Lady Lu stared, then looked at Sister Li Yue, frowning in confusion.

“I’ll pay you back with two!” Hearing Yang Chong’s words, Zhou Jianfeng burst out laughing. Somehow, they felt closer, not just in the Timelines Central and the Ship Ticket World, but even here in reality.

Wang Guang could see it now: someday, when he was powerful enough, he’d lead a vast fleet of thousands of luxury starships—bigger and grander than anything he’d known as a space pirate—back to his homeworld.