Over a dozen men in suits stared coldly at the mother and daughter.
One of them checked his watch.
"Start the timer!"
The mother and daughter exchanged another glance.
Xu Lan trembled as she looked at Xiao Ruohan.
"Ruohan, I'm your mother!"
Xiao Ruohan's body shook.
At present, her cultivation had barely reached the level of a martial artist.
However, her mastery of martial techniques had already reached the realm of meticulous precision.
Xiao Ruohan knew how rare it was for someone her age to comprehend martial techniques up to the fifth realm—meticulous precision.
This also proved how perfectly suited she was to the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."
But it was a pity—damn Chen Feng had held back a crucial part, preventing her from mastering the technique completely.
Otherwise, her achievements today might have been even greater.
Yet, she never expected that her mother would drag her into such a desperate situation.
She channeled her inner energy, and a faint golden dragon materialized, coiling around her.
Xu Lan looked at her daughter in horror.
"Ruohan, what are you doing?!"
"I'm your mother!"
"You—"
Before she could finish, Xiao Ruohan spun around and struck with her palm.
"Hidden Dragon Lurks!"
The blow landed squarely on one of the suited men behind her.
Yet, the man didn’t budge.
Xiao Ruohan felt her energy being drained in an instant.
Smack!
A crisp sound echoed as the man backhanded her, sending her flying.
The middle-aged man in a suit adjusted his jacket.
Then, he glanced at his smartwatch.
"Don’t waste your strength."
"I’m a Martial Arts Grandmaster. You’re still too green."
"Let me remind you—you have seven minutes and fifteen seconds left."
Hearing that he was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Xiao Ruohan’s heart sank.
She knew there was only one way she might survive this.
Xu Lan’s heart, which had just settled, clenched again.
At first, she thought her daughter was going to strike her—but instead, she had attacked the men behind them.
For a moment, she felt relieved.
But upon learning the man was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, despair took hold.
Xu Lan looked at her daughter and said,
"Ruohan, I’m sorry."
"Once I get out of here, I’ll find a way to avenge you."
Avenge her?
Xiao Ruohan suddenly laughed.
Her laughter grew louder and louder until tears streamed down her face.
"What a touching promise!"
"How? With your idiotic little schemes?"
Then came a dragon’s roar, followed by a scream.
More roars and furious shouts followed.
"You brought this on yourself."
"Why do you always cause trouble for me?!"
"Why?! Why?!..."
A few minutes later.
The suited men left the villa one by one.
After a long silence, Xiao Ruohan stumbled out, her face and hair drenched in blood.
"Why did it come to this?"
"What did I do wrong?"
"Was it because I betrayed Chen Feng?"
Suddenly.
Lightning split the darkness.
Then, heavy raindrops began to fall.
In the pouring rain, Xiao Ruohan wandered aimlessly.
At this moment, she didn’t know where to go—or where she even wanted to go.
She walked until the rain stopped.
Walked until dawn.
Walked until sunrise.
Then, she abruptly halted.
Before her lay a ruined sea of flowers.
Petals, torn apart by last night’s storm, lay dead on the concrete.
She lifted her head.
Bathed in the harsh morning light, she saw a statue—familiar yet distant.
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Kunlun Mountains.
Jade Mountain, Heavenly Pool.
The Mystic Tortoise and the Spirit Crane observed the Mountain Spirit and Water Essence within the pool.
The two had taken human form, surrounded by illusory scenery.
The vision showed Chen Feng sprinting frantically.
The Mystic Tortoise burst into laughter.
Ha, ha, ha…
The Spirit Crane spoke in human tongue:
"If Qianqian’s master keeps running like this, he won’t escape until the next mountain opening—sixty years from now."
At the peak of Jade Mountain.
Gu Qianqian was playing the zither.
The melody was ethereal, light, and soothing.
Beside her lay the last qilin of Kunlun.
Then, the Spirit Crane flew over and landed nearby.
The qilin cracked an eye open, then closed it again, savoring the music.
The crane approached Qianqian and said,
"I saw your master."
Qianqian stopped playing, delighted.
"Wonderful!"
"I already dug the grave."
"And I carved his tombstone myself."
"I was afraid the dinosaurs would leave nothing behind."
The crane blinked, its eyes darting, before uttering two words.
"He’s alive."
Qianqian frowned.
"Alive?"
"Then my grave and tombstone were for nothing!"
"But alive is good too."
Originally, after learning from the Mountain Spirit and Water Essence that Chen Feng hadn’t left Kunlun in time, she had mourned for him.
She assumed he’d be stripped of his energy and devoured by beasts.
Yet, against all odds, he had survived.
"As expected of my master."
"Qilin, take me to him."
The massive qilin stood up—over four meters tall.
It opened its jaws and swallowed Qianqian whole.
The crane watched, stunned.
With a single step, the qilin transformed into lightning, crossing thousands of miles in an instant.
In the qilin’s vision, a towering surge of energy was moving rapidly.
Another step, and it appeared right in front of Chen Feng.
The sudden appearance of the colossal creature startled Chen Feng.
The beast had a head resembling an oversized goat’s, but with multicolored mane and massive antler-like horns.
Its body was covered in white scales, with vibrant fur running down its back to its tail.
Its limbs ended in wolf-like claws.
A qilin!
Chen Feng was taken aback.
"Why is a qilin blocking my way?"
"Is it planning to attack me?"
Before he could react, the qilin opened its mouth and spat out a person.
Gu Qianqian wiped the saliva off her face.
"Are we there? Master, where are you?"
Chen Feng stared in shock.
The situation had short-circuited his brain.
First, a qilin appeared.
Then, it regurgitated his disciple.
This was beyond absurd.
His disciple always defied logic.
"Qianqian, I’m here."
"Why did you come out of a qilin’s mouth?"
Without her zither, Qianqian was completely blind.
Following his voice, she turned toward him and saw a glowing silhouette.
"Master, I can’t believe you’re really alive."
"I asked the qilin to bring me to you."
"It moves too fast—if I didn’t hide in its mouth, the wind would’ve killed me."
Chen Feng was speechless.
So this is how you’re supposed to ride a qilin?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
