Chapter 32: The Equal Wife

Ming Zhenwan’s anxious heart was something Xie Liwen could not possibly understand.

He sat atop a tall horse, a triumphant smile lighting up his face.

Upon arriving at the main hall of the Xie family, the place was bustling and packed with people.

The Xie household was much larger than the Lu family’s, with four branches living together. Since the early passing of Xie’s father, the only elder remaining was the matriarch of the Xie family.

The two of them paid respects to the matriarch and then to the late patriarch before being led into the bridal chamber.

Shangguan Bailu’s command skills were impressive—indeed, far superior to Li Yi’s half-hearted efforts. Under her organization, the team worked seamlessly, calmly handling sudden emergencies without panic, consistently resolving crises successfully.

Li Min focused his mind, sensing his own intensely concentrated spiritual awareness. Beyond Bailu, there was no other perception.

Before the final boss appeared, Li Yi finally witnessed the legendary prowess of the so-called “Head of Mount Hua.”

This sight brought smiles and joy to all the soldiers who had gone on the expedition, while those who remained behind looked on with envy. Everyone eagerly prepared themselves, hoping to be chosen for the next deployment.

As soon as these two fell, the Quranic Allah gestured with his hand, and immediately, the holy image of Allah and the Sword of Victory came into his grasp.

"Pop, pop, pop." The Iwa hidden ninjas in the sky began firing continuously; clay figures fell like raindrops, blossoming everywhere. The Kumogakure transport convoy was under intense bombardment, as if struck by enemy artillery.

Indeed, even disguising with the “Deception Ring” to change form, or leaving the cursed cult robes at home, could not shield one from being held accountable by Karintol.

Recalling those movements, and the swordsmanship traces left by the water sword technique that had condensed there, Li Xuan’s heart tightened slightly.

The road ahead had already become a chaotic mess, yet the Iwa ninjas stationed at the rear were unable to advance to provide support, leaving them deeply anxious.

However, this was by no means the damage caused by Li Min’s recent “Heavenly Tail Feather” sword light, nor was it a thunder strike. That sword light could not even sever the divine sword of strength wielded by Gaffeli, so how could it possibly pierce through to kill him? Moreover, there wasn’t even a spark of electricity, so thunder was out of the question.

“Commander, aren’t you worried this will sour our relationship with him?” the man asked in surprise.

He Zhizhou was discussing the safety patrols of the inn with An Kang when Ming Yue suddenly broke free from his grasp. Startled, he turned to see Ming Yue fiercely slapping Princess Pingtin.

After work at noon, Mom and Dad were shocked to find me sitting cross-legged at the doorway, gnawing on roasted chicken, with two untouched pieces still on the plate. It seemed I intended to eat them all?

If the stalemate could not be broken, the likely outcome would be that Hunling Linggen would have no choice but to let the six great third-stage longevity masters depart, then retreat into the Beginning of Demonic Chaos, and Lu Yu would return empty-handed.

He still remembered mocking Tang Miao once after seeing the few escorts and guards she had arranged, who seemed barely worth the name.

Early the next morning, after waking up, Su Hao was about to call Han Ling to eat, but found her room empty. Upon entering, he found a letter on her desk.

“What’s she playing at this time?” Lady An smiled lightly as she spoke to Madam Wang beside her.

Wang Yuyan nodded, “Of course, Young Master Chen An truly is radiant and pure.” Someone like him, if not because her heart already belonged to Su Hao, she might have admired him as well.

Those cares and affections that once seemed ordinary and natural—she probably had never truly experienced them.

Ji City housed many mansions. With Murong Kui planning to relocate the capital here, it was natural to assign residences accordingly. Murong Xuan moved straight into the one allocated to him.

Hesitating, he felt the cold gaze of Sweeping Snow Guest flicker over him before he softly spoke a word.