Volume 1, Chapter 62: Wife, I'm a Little Excited

"Brother Ning, Xishun says Master Third Huang dotes heavily on his third wife. Do you think she might be managing the Huang family's assets?" Huzi asked.

The Great River Gate was a sect of a similar tier to the former Profound Yin Sect, both subordinate to the jurisdiction of the Yin River Sect. These two factions had always been at odds. Now that the Great River Gate had heard of the destruction of the Profound Yin Sect and the emergence of a new sect called the Yili Sect, they naturally wanted to come and assert their dominance.

"Very well, let it be settled thus. Appoint him concurrently as the Director-General of Bandit Suppression for Southwest Shandong, with full authority over all matters related to bandit suppression in the region," Zaifeng decided.

"Chen Ning, following the invitation extended to us by the United States Navy, the naval departments of Japan, Britain, and Germany have also sent us invitations successively, asking us to visit and discuss cooperation. What are your thoughts on this?" Zaixun asked.

"Haha, regardless of whether he is your disciple, even if he were the son of the Jade Emperor, he could not escape responsibility. As for whether he has lost his memory, who knows if it's true or false?" Leng Jianfeng said righteously.

"Damn it, this was created by your country in the first place; I am merely using it ahead of time. What is there to be grateful for?" Chen Ning muttered inwardly.

Just at that moment, the images of more than a dozen Earthling star cities along the Tiancheng-Yangguan frontline appeared on the monitor of a super aircraft carrier serving as the flagship, resembling a silvery, glittering thread on the horizon.

Early in the morning, Wang Zhen knocked on Chen Yi's wooden door, announcing that the herbs had been gathered and that he was ready to take Chen Yi and Liu Li to the residence of the Second Master of the Wanpeng Sect.

Across the former battlefield, the horribly disfigured bodies of fleeing fugitives lay scattered about, with scarcely any corpses of slave soldiers among them.

"Go ahead and call them all over. Once the people from Emei and Huashan arrive, we can set off!" Hearing the two of them discussing, Shi Yan said.

Although Xinye and Fatty Zhang did not yet understand the significance of this analysis, Fan Meng was well aware that across many vital areas of the containment base, the instantaneous distribution range of thermal-kinetic cannons was extremely dense and widespread.

In an instant, I was utterly speechless! I could only raise my head and gaze at Sheng Yao in absolute panic.

There was a formidable artifact maker in Marquis Yu's estate, and he had quite a few disciples under his tutelage. Therefore, the businesses owned by Marquis Yu's estate were primarily artifact shops, located right near this alley.

Meanwhile, accompanying her as she drifted high in the sky was a phantom so supernatural that even Hua Xiaoyu herself remained unaware of it—a shadow that followed her every move, running whenever she ran.

Fang Yinuo unleashed a Blasting Flame Fist, sending monstrous divine flames surging forth. As the two forces collided, the divine flames on Fang Yinuo's hands were extinguished, and he staggered back dozens of steps.

The announcement of "Special Players" gives an indication of the average skill level of the players in this gaming session; the longer the list, the greater the number of high-level or wealthy players who have joined. The former primarily earned their titles through pure skill within script mode, while the latter relied entirely on using metamorphosis cards.

That pair of drifting husband and wife held a peerless reputation throughout the pugilistic world; no one dared to kill or provoke them.

Puo Puzheng quickly discovered a terrifying fact: his right hand had lost all sensation. He could feel no existence of his right hand whatsoever, and even pinching it brought no feeling at all.

"Help! A tsunami! Help, a tsunami!" That self-proclaimed king of flowery phrasing stretched out two flailing hands, floundering blindly across the ocean surface as he waited for his good brother to rescue him.

Upon discovering that everyone around him, including Tyler, had vanished, Aden—who had just been full of grievances—immediately grabbed the stunned He Chenyi standing beside him, dragged him back to their vehicle, and sped away with a roar of the engine.

To keep her son from crying and making a fuss, Lu Qingqing kept amusing him from behind. She had no idea what had gotten into this little darling; he had clearly been exceptionally well-behaved before, but ever since laying eyes on this man, it was as if tear ducts that had never quite formed properly had suddenly become unusually active.

Yet, she never expected that the two elders of the Xing family could maintain their composure to such an extent, making her wait for months until筱筱 (Xiaoxiao) and Young Master He returned from an operational mission to recuperate from their injuries before Xing Zhanyun finally sent a message.

Perhaps after that uncontrollable, passionate kiss in the car, he had truly fallen in love with the taste of kissing her—so fresh, sweet, and endlessly lingering in his memory.

At this life-or-death moment, trapped in such a desperate plight, Qian Dong, driven solely by the will to survive, swung his saber without a single hesitation. The final form of the Thunderous Saber Technique was executed as smoothly as though it had been successfully rehearsed in his mind.

However, several days passed with no movement whatsoever, and the anxiety that had been constantly gnawing at Wang Chen's heart eased slightly. Coupled with the fact that today happened to be the day of Supervisor Mo's surgery, Wang Chen naturally had to go over and take a look.

"A secret? What other secrets could your Xie family possibly have?" What other secrets belonging to the Xie family were unknown to him?

Another person was dressed in brocade and fine silk, though his identity was unclear; he was actually riding on horseback ahead of Official Mao.

This kind of illness was an involuntary psychosomatic reaction that people exhibited only after suffering a massive psychological shock.

"If that's the case, then the probability of the Earth-attribute underground palace having already been excavated is indeed quite high," Shi Tian said with a bitter smile.

If the duel between Han Dong and Nangong Muyun had pushed both speed and velocity to their absolute limits under the circumstances, then Han Dong's current battle with Nangong Sangyu saw both speed and velocity shatter those limits and continue climbing, taking on an almost boundless momentum.

Tang Jing's final words allowed Ningxia's emotions to stabilize; with no risks involved, her courage naturally grew a bit.