One hundred and twenty.

Su Yun inherited the best genes from both parents—her father’s double eyelids and large eyes, her mother’s fair skin and tall stature—surpassing them both in every way.

Chen Li had never worried about her daughter’s prospects, for with such beauty, life seemed destined to favor her. Yet now, as Su Yun approached her thirtieth year, still alone and solitary, a hint of anxiety crept into Chen Li’s heart. The couples she saw daily at school—sharing seats, feeding each other snacks, holding hands—were so sweet and abundant it only deepened her unease.

Amidst the falling blossoms, Hua Nongyue unleashed an unparalleled, dazzling sword technique. The exquisite moves swept through the air, gathering the petals drifting from the trees, swirling them into a stream of sword energy that danced freely between heaven and earth.

“It seems the ship carries ingots or cotton—nothing light enough to float away,” one sailor remarked, scanning the scene. They had no inkling of the heavy price the Boston Empire had just paid for that strike.

Qin Bin was at a loss for words. Such matters defied explanation. His possession of the Ancient Painting Space was a closely guarded secret, unknown even to Qiu Yudie—how could he possibly reveal it now?

“Gu Yangchen, I only acted this way because you forced me. If you hadn’t treated me like that, would I have lied? Do you think I want to lie?” An Luochu’s eyes glistened with tears. He always used Lu Zixi as an excuse to utterly ignore her.

Chen Yue remained seated, motionless. Her inner strength was completely depleted after the long journey, and her legs ached terribly.

Following Xu Jiaor’s lead, they entered the main building, which was in disarray. The tables were cluttered with leftovers, and a few elderly women were cleaning up. Upon seeing Xu Jiaor, they nodded politely and continued their work.

The night guards patrolled back and forth, feeling only a faint breeze and detecting nothing unusual. Chen Yue curled her lips slightly as they vanished near the palace gates.

“Heh, this girl,” Mu Qingya said, her mood lightened considerably. She rose and adjusted her sleeves before stepping outside.

The crowd stared in astonishment, mouths agape and eyes wide, as though they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. They gazed at the stage in disbelief at the overwhelming spectacle, their shock beyond words.

Hearing this, the villagers’ expressions darkened instantly. The psychological pressure the Wei family imposed on them was immense.

Moved by the words, Xiao Xuan, uncaring of the many onlookers, plunged deeply into Zhang Feng’s embrace.

At that moment, Melofi sat among the spectators at the PK arena, while Zhang Feng and Tianlai Ziwei stood at opposite ends of the stage.

After a relentless ascent, Zhang Feng and his companions finally reached the summit of the Flame Tower, where they encountered the elders of the Fiery Tribe.

Mo Ziyu felt cold sweat break out in layers. In this world, who could truly be trusted?

With a faint sigh, Zhang Feng waved his hand helplessly. “Forget it, I won’t force you.” Saying this, he moved to open the door and leave.

Hua Rong watched the car depart, then after about five seconds, closed the door behind it and turned toward the elevator.

“They’ve all grown up so fast,” Mom smiled at Dad, completely ignoring Zhang Feng’s question.

This only deepened Liu Xunhuan’s confusion. Despite their strength, these people seemed poorly informed. Was he still just the first disciple of the Star-Shifting Sect?

Though based on the same magic, Qiao He used it to build cities from the ground up, a far more skillful application than simply unleashing its destructive power as Bu Sheng did.

But he dared not halt his pace. Being caught now by the pursuers behind him would be a dead end.

“Do you know? My uncle is a businessman. When he saw that box of fabrics, he told me they were tribute goods—such fine materials simply don’t appear on the street. He was really envious.”

Doctor Qiu listened blankly, watching as the “siblings” exchanged a smile and stepped apart. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.