Chapter 25: A Pillar of Support

Jiang Wenhe was even more shocked when Qi Xiaotian mentioned Madam Chen. Could it be the wife of that distinguished figure? To the Jiang family, every one of those high-ranking gentlemen was like an immortal. However, Han Daqiang paid no attention to the two of them; at this moment, his heart was ablaze with fury.

"Where is your daughter?"

"Meijia, Meijia, come here..."

Earlier, the school had called. The owner of Tianyun Company, who is now a freshman majoring in Business Administration at Jiangyuan University—Qin Yun—planned to donate ten thousand sets of clothing to the school. The school had entrusted her with dealing with some matters concerning Qin Yun.

Just then, two middle-aged men entered the restaurant. The one in front was of average height and pale complexion, as if wounded.

Xu Sheng’s fingers danced across the strings, letting harmonious notes leap from the Fuxi Zither. Astonishingly, a babbling brook appeared beneath his feet, flowing through the air as though it had descended from the heavens.

At this moment, Jiang Chen was in his room, listening to a matchmaker speak animatedly. The matchmaker was somewhat plump, her hair piled atop her head in a bun, dressed in bright red and wearing black cloth shoes. Most distinctive was a mole on her chin, which she claimed was a beauty mark.

Qin Xuan had previously claimed that his talent could not be shown by the Nine Domains Ranking, and now he was proving those words true with his actions.

Leaning against a tree trunk nearby, Qing Yuan absentmindedly gnawed on a wild fruit, occasionally furrowing her brow. Whether the fruit was too sour or she was troubled by their current predicament, it was hard to tell.

Ouyang Jin watched the dazed girl before him, at a loss for words—tough as he was, he truly did not know what to say.

Situ Yi imagined calling out like this every day—how unbearably awkward that would be! With a shudder, she quickly changed the subject.

When King Mo had refined the Heaven-Opening Pearl into a magical artifact, Dayan Wu privately sent a message to Taiyi, instructing him to only eliminate King Mo, ensuring the Heaven-Opening Pearl remained unharmed.

The First Lady received the news from her servant and hurried into the room, arriving just in time to hear the old matriarch's words. It was hardly a matter to be proud of; no matter how strong-willed she was on ordinary days, she blushed with shame.

There were treasures in the Immortal Estate, but none harbored further thoughts. This place was desolate beyond compare, so everyone began searching for an exit. They scoured every corner and crevice but found no teleportation array—escape was impossible.

On one hand, she admired Qingyu’s steady competence; on the other, she had never fully trusted her. Now, Qingyu was desperately pleading for someone barely related to her—a striking departure from her usual detached and noninterfering nature.

Ye Shuo looked at Ling Feng, who was slim and rather delicate-featured. Who was he, and why was he with those two old men?

When the clan members saw the ruins before them, and the fallen Long Tengyue, they were utterly shocked and deeply grieved. The only certainty was that Long Yunfeng had saved them.

A sudden clatter of hooves, mingled with faint blue smoke, sounded from behind the crowd. Xue Rengui looked back and was surprised to see the towering Dalba. “Why has he come here?” Xue Rengui found it puzzling—not understanding Dalba’s reasons for showing up.

“Aren’t you curious what the gift is? If you don’t like it, I can help you return it,” Chen Yidao joked.

Cup after cup of tea went down. An hour passed, and as the tea room emptied, Xiao Baichuan grew anxious—it still wasn’t his turn. At this rate, it seemed unlikely he would get to meet Master Xiao today at all.

The three of them were taken aback. What was happening now? They had barely exchanged a few words, yet already, the atmosphere brimmed with extraordinary talent.