Volume 1, Chapter 53: Cui Houzhi Actually Competes for Household Management Rights?

Chu Yao lifted her eyelids and glanced at Cui Houzhi.

There was an expression of utter disbelief deep within her eyes.

Could this idiot possibly be thinking of taking on the wretched chore of managing the Marquis's estate?

She had been married into the Marquis's household for some time now; surely she could see what kind of state the estate was in?

If his true body outside had not perished, the Canglin Saint at this moment might have felt like doing something desperate, just like anyone else.

There had always been dogs and cats that could understand human speech, and parrots that could speak human words, but when had a sand rat ever shown human intelligence? Wouldn't it simply be regarded as a demon and arouse suspicion?

"At the latest by the day after tomorrow, there will definitely be upheaval in the capital. It all depends on how capable the Crown Prince of the Qi Dynasty truly is." Meng Qi very naturally removed his outer garment.

For a moment, he was so shocked and bewildered that he was practically struck dumb. He stared at Qin Chenliang with a tingling scalp, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

With five times his usual physical fitness combined with innate internal energy, when these forces converged, Song Zhe shot forward like an arrow released from a bow string. The instant the beetle failed to react, his body flashed swiftly beneath the creature's belly. Taking careful aim at its weak spot, he thrust his Tang knife directly into its abdomen, then pulled it back with lightning speed.

Within the palm-world, everything belonging to the Spirit Realm shattered with a deafening crash at this very moment, transforming into the purest energy that surged into Song Zhe's already shattered and battered body.

Thinking of this, she reined in her wandering thoughts and carefully observed the space she was currently in. Why on earth would the ancestors of the Chang family carve out such a long, narrow, tunnel-like space for no apparent reason?

In fact, that photograph showed Xia Yi, Keiko Sakai, and Shingo Uehara posing together outside the harbor.

The Silver Dragon primarily cultivated the Divine Dragon Transformation, supplemented by the Yin-Yang Creation Art, which meant that her breakthroughs also consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

Professional "speeding thugs" were clearly different from ordinary drivers. The route Huzi chose avoided security cameras or went through areas with very few of them. Pushing the limits of a 10% overspeed, he roared along for a short while before exiting the outer ring road and charging all the way north along the provincial highway.

Originally, Ye Feng did not want Xu Qing to go to work, but Xu Qing insisted that she was in good health, had nothing wrong with her, and would only feel bored if she had too much idle time.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng gave a light cough and said, "All right, now that everyone is here, let's get started!" Jiang Cheng never intervened in everyone's harmless bantering and teasing; he felt that this way of interacting made the relationships among them more relaxed and harmonious, and he truly enjoyed this feeling.

Right now, Ling Yan's eyes were breathing fire and his hair was stained with blood. Across from him, Xuantian's divine sense met his gaze head-on, and the two sides remained locked in a tense stalemate, neither daring to take a single step forward.

The next moment, a tally token appeared in Luo Hong's hand, and upon it, a clear green light flickered brilliantly.

With a single horizontal slash, the sharp blade light swept through everything like withered weeds and decaying wood, utterly invincible, slicing all three masters backward in one stroke.

When they reached the base of the courtyard wall, the brown-curly-haired man suddenly stopped and abruptly turned his gaze toward a certain direction. That area was pitch black; to an ordinary person, it would have been utterly impossible to discern anything at all.

"No wonder he isn't worried about the Five Sword Venerables—he actually has such a formidable Demon Venerable guarding his side," Zhao Niannian thought to herself.

In the darkness, terrifying shockwaves echoed across the area, and Ye Feng sensed fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from not far ahead.

The warriors of the Vajra clan were never afraid of sacrifice; what they feared was meaningless sacrifice. Now that he was doing something beneficial for the entire Vajra clan, his heart was filled with boundless glory.

"Damn it, the dealer's luck is really quite good." Retracting his gaze, Ye Feng muttered inwardly with a sigh as he prepared to place his bets.

She knew that the man had not had an easy life over the past three years, but recalling her own three years which had felt like living in the depths of hell, she felt incapable of granting forgiveness—no, perhaps she had never truly harbored hatred, only the poignant realization that there was no longer any future left for them.