Volume 1, Chapter 46: Bai Zhi Meets with Disaster

Everyone stepped forward, kneeling in unison to offer a respectful salute.
"Master! Why have you come?"
Daoist Chenqing’s expression was dark and grim. He strode into the hall, took the seat of honor, and fixed a freezing gaze on Yuan Lingqing.
Yuan Lingqing felt a chill run down his spine, yet he forced himself to keep his back straight.
"Master."
"Back then, I told you to take good care of Zhier. How did you fulfill that charge?"
Yuan Lingqing was momentarily stunned.
"Master, isn't that matter... already in the past? By now, Junior Sister has already—"
She had just lain down, yet she spoke out so suddenly; naturally, there was a profound purpose behind it. Besides, Aunt Yu had clearly heard the Empress Dowager utter the word "bizarre."
Amidst the chase between the pear blossoms and the blood jade, a white halo spread outward, and a scroll slowly unfurled. Lan Ling'er widened her eyes in astonishment, never having imagined that their past lives had been entangled in such deep and complex ties. The deep infatuation of the Immortal Venerable Ziyao and the supreme devotion of the Fairy Yuelian—even the vast realms of the mortal world ultimately became mere foils to their romance.
Hearing this, Lan Ling'er felt a pang of hunger. In truth, she had possessed no appetite over the past few days, as if some suffocating gloom weighed heavy upon her chest. She rose with a smile, and this time, Mu Xinghan did not stop her.
Lu Jun carefully lifted Liu Meng's leg, then shifted his body slightly in an attempt to avoid waking her. His movements were exceptionally gentle and exceedingly slow.
"Elder Qin, he actually wants me dead. What do you say we should do?" Ming Mo was not angry; instead, he looked smilingly at Qin Lang standing behind him.
The beauty's tender tongue was warm and smooth as jade, and her sweet nectar was as fragrant and rich as honey. Ming Mo greedily plundered everything his heart desired, while his lewd hands roamed uninhibited over her exquisite, delicate body. By the time the beauty realized what was happening, those wandering hands had already slipped down to her plump, rounded hips.
Upon hearing this, Chen Han could no longer contain himself. He reached out and violently shoved He Yumo's arm, causing her to stagger and nearly crash to the ground.
Realizing that shooting arrows was no longer effective, he tossed the bow aside and drew his great saber to engage the green-wind wolf. The young man's mystical cultivation had already reached a certain level of mastery, and he drove his inner energy to its absolute limit.
Seeing this tragic scene, Zhao Hengpi noticed that Huang Jiekai had fallen, lying motionless in the moonlight. By the illumination of the moonlight, he could see clearly that Huang Jiekai was indeed dead.
"Good!" With that, Lan Ling'er utilized her lightness skill, vanishing dozens of yards away in a single instant. Seeing the graceful figure disappear, Dongfang Yu smiled lightly, turned around, and re-entered the house.
He lowered his head slightly as the bones and muscles beneath his skin subtly twisted and morphed. Within the span of a single breath, his features transformed into an entirely unfamiliar face.
After all, regardless of the circumstances, Lin Yi was someone connected to the Yun and Wei families. Compared to someone like him who maintained a purely professional superior-subordinate relationship, Lin Yi undoubtedly knew much more and was capable of making far more rational decisions.
Immediately, a clerk stepped forward carrying a purple wooden casket carved with dragon motifs. Resting inside the casket was a blade of rather bizarre design, looking quite intricate and possessing a multitude of functions.
She cast an envious glance at a silver luxury sports car at the tail end of the motorcade. It was a Bentley she had dreamed of owning, yet it was merely the most modest vehicle in the entire convoy.
Tang Feng shook his head. Hongling was merely an ordinary person, yet the aura emanating from the person inside his room was intensely powerful—even separated by a door, he could sense the formidable presence within.
"You fickle-hearted scoundrel! You have your eyes on the food in the pot while eating what's in your bowl! You deserve this!" Rika laughed smugly.
Meanwhile, the various doctors and clinic administrators currently attending the meeting were whispering among themselves. Truth be told, the management team of the Nanyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was not particularly large; combining all the various branches, there were fewer than ten people in total. Having held so many meetings, logically speaking, everyone should have known one another.
Initially, I thought he could still be saved, but now I realize he is beyond redemption. My existence certainly holds no particular viewpoint, and I only hope we can stop letting ourselves run so wild.
To let the old master live for at least another half-year meant that the Qin family could continue to enjoy stability for over half a year more. With such a lengthy period at their disposal, they could make far more thorough preparations to face an unpredictable future. As for the Wei and Lin families, there would no longer be any need to worry about them.