Chapter 82: Fortune Favors the Simplehearted-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

After her initial fright, Wei Yunxi quickly regained her composure, though she did not withdraw her spiritual sense. Soon, she assessed her situation: she had miraculously landed in a bird’s nest perched on the edge of a cliff. Unfortunately, the nest was already inhabited by fledglings. From what she knew of demon beasts, she recognized the species as crimson-beaked falcons—overlords of the skies with notoriously low fertility. For two chicks to survive in a single brood was already the result of their parents’ utmost efforts. Yunxi’s luck had placed her right among the chicks.

Within moments, a distance of over a dozen meters vanished in an instant, and chaos erupted as both sides clashed. In mere seconds, the melee descended into a tangled brawl, curses and anguished cries rising and falling in waves.

Perhaps moved by the warmth of his hand, the delicate snowflakes slowly melted, a wisp of white smoke rising from the thawing crystals, carrying a searing heat that began to erode the martial aura on Qing Hong’s palm.

“I know a great many things, but in any case, I advise you not to make things difficult for her,” the monk said, looking at Leng Yunye with a benevolent expression.

Tang Feng called for the waiter, ordered two portions of pastries for Xiaoxiao to take home, and had the untouched dishes packed up. Only then did he settle the bill and leave the hotel with her.

A low chant drifted out. Ye Fantian moved among the crowd like an ascetic who had seen through the world’s illusions, like a Buddha who had grasped the mysteries of the universe. Each slow, deliberate step saw several, even a dozen disciples of the Domineering Heaven Sect fall around him.

Legend among mortals held that after death, the soul would journey to the underworld, where its ruler would weigh a lifetime’s sins before allowing it to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Yet the proud and arrogant Leng Jianfeng, still nursing the resentment of his forced retirement from the army, persisted in defying fate for the sake of his so-called criminal empire, and in the end could not escape the destiny of the wicked—self-destruction through their own wrongdoing.

At this, Geng Ziqing glanced at the officer beside him, who rose immediately to salute. He was a member of the special investigation team and soon to be the captain of the newly established Organized Crime Investigation Unit.

W narrowed his eyes, an inexplicable aura of violence and malice emanating from him, shot through with uncontrollable irritability.

“Open the door. I want to go in and sit for a while, and see Momo,” Leng Shaochen said coolly, already having made up his mind.

Lianhua stood bowing, holding the brass basin. Nuannuan, having forgotten to bring a towel earlier, rushed in from outside in a hurry, not expecting anyone in front of her, and collided headlong into Liuguang.

At the same time, Fatty and the others were also disgruntled by Long Ling’er repeatedly contradicting Aotian. Yet, seeing that Shadow had already reprimanded her, no one said more. After all, Long Ling’er might one day become their sister-in-law, and none wished for strained relations.

Qin Huan felt as though her heart had been steeped in formalin: outwardly whole, but already decayed within.

Tang Ying led a white horse along the pond’s edge, her white robe pure as snow, multicolored paper kites fluttering about her like spirits. Seen from afar, she resembled a banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world: impossibly beautiful, untouchable, a vision to be yearned for but never attained.

This was one of the most critical challenges—success here meant forty percent of the task was complete.

Aunt Tong could not be sure whether Tong Ruo, in her ignorance, might accidentally harm her. She simply could not put her mind at ease.

Liuguang’s expression grew even more smug. Were it not for the crowd, he would have burst out laughing in arrogance.

If the trouble could be quietly dissolved, Li Lufei would rather suffer a beating from Di Nanke than vent his anger and worsen matters.

For a fleeting moment, Tang Meng thought herself truly wicked—but only for that instant.

At her appearance, everyone fell silent, like mice before a cat. Yet after a moment, restlessness stirred anew.

With the White Dragon Armor leading the way, there was little danger for us. We could focus on earning points, watching him chase the Willow King.

He Qijian shook his head, mimicking me, and said to Jin Chao, “Stop acting like it’s none of your business.” Then he playfully slapped Jin Chao’s back.

Later, he lifted his head, eyes fixed on the blackboard, seemingly absorbed in the lesson. I dared not disturb him further. Our conversation ended there, but I was sure that someone as bright as he would grasp the point immediately.

Chen Jin spoke directly to Zi Huan, ignoring Du Zhongtian. He could tell Zi Huan was wounded, but not how badly. When they had fought before, she had shattered bricks and stones with ease, to say nothing of her shishu—surely the injury could not be light.

Chen Jin felt helpless. What could he say? If it had been yesterday, it would have made a good excuse, but Ouyang Zilei already knew he could recover. Perhaps all those continuous provocations last night until noon today were precisely for this purpose.

Upon seeing the family crest, one might feel it was familiar, yet be unable to recall where it had been seen before. That was where the problem lay; it couldn’t have been too long ago.

Danxia watched the slender figure fade into the distance, A’Bi’s radiant smile flashing through her mind, casting a shadow in her eyes.

Just like undercover agents in the movies—even if their identities were exposed, matters were settled privately. Especially in affairs involving great powers, both sides weighed political considerations, and even if the truth was clear, it would never be brought to the open.

“Who is that fifth-rank disciple? What’s unusual about him?” the leading Grand Elder inquired.

He and the White Snake truly shared many beautiful memories; he could never truly forget her.

Old Xu drove his truck peacefully, a cigarette dangling from his lips, just about to reach the department store when suddenly the weather outside changed dramatically.

I desperately tried to staunch Old Yang’s wound, but blood kept gushing out. I had no idea what to do, so I looked at Uncle Ming, hoping he could think of something.

Before Ye Xuan and the Spirit Blood Furnace appeared, the Scarlet Tower was considered nigh-invincible in many people’s minds.

The voice of the Sage Laozi rang out again, but this time his true form had arrived, smiling at Bai Li Xuan as if the earlier attempt on his life had never occurred.

Heaven and earth screamed with sword-song, cliffs crumbled, Li Tian took a single step forward, his blade gouging a deep furrow in the earth from which magma surged, demonic might surging between heaven and earth, Buddha’s light illuminating the sky.