Volume 1, Chapter 47: I'll Marry Her, Keeping It in the Family
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Su Nianbai rubbed the gooseflesh rising on his arm. It felt as though he had a cooling unit installed inside him. The car’s air-conditioning was already cold enough; if he did not say something soon, he was going to freeze to death in the vehicle.
“Since the purpose is to have Xuande proclaimed king, why spread rumors and create unnecessary complications?” Gao Shun continued.
“Senior, back then, before my three sisters and I had attained enlightenment, I was but a breeze drifting between Heaven and Earth, while my three sisters were these three clouds of spiritual energy.”
“Don’t worry, Uncle Six. I’m only going out to lie low for a while. After killing so many people, the authorities can hardly ignore it—they’ll certainly investigate. But this place is a tangle of good and bad elements, so catching anyone won’t be easy,” Li Qi said.
As long as he did not blacken her reputation, that was all that mattered! She was merely going to his residence to recover from her injuries, not to become his princess consort. There was nothing to worry about. Jiang Huaqing steeled herself and jumped from the carriage as well.
At dinner, he had seen Sister Hongqu put a huge piece of cured meat into the cupboard. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
Rather than continue on, they chose to stop beneath the shade of a tree and rest.
The instructors at the Martial Arts Hall had all retired from the Trapped Formation Army. Though many of them had suffered injuries and disabilities, their combat prowess remained formidable. Lu Tie had mastered the use of his two iron crutches to perfection; ordinary men could not get near him, even in groups.
“Master, this waterwheel is enough to irrigate more than ten thousand acres of land. With it, the purification of the Blood Wasteland will be at least sixty percent faster,” Francis said.
Boundless violet mist suddenly rose throughout the forbidden land. Spiritual energy surged, the bells of the Great Dao rang out, and golden lotuses bloomed across the ground.
She had never thought much of it before. Only after he left the capital did Luo Ran realize that, without noticing, she had grown accustomed to having him by her side. She could neither see him nor hear his voice, yet even a letter from him was enough to put her at ease.
Zhulan was young and inexperienced, and still a youth herself. Naturally, she had no profound understanding of the merciless passage of time, nor could she have begun preparing a second main force so early.
Luo Ran forced a smile that looked worse than crying. She would have to speak with her cousin afterward. If he continued this way, everyone would discover her secret much sooner.
It was not until their unexpected reunion today that this deliberately forgotten past finally had a corner of its dust-sealed cover lifted.
“All right, then I’ll leave it to you, Brother Gu,” Zhou Jinan cheered. He had complete faith in Brother Gu’s cooking.
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Gu Jing swiftly seized the initiative. Lin Sui was kissed until she leaned backward, and only when the back of her head touched the chair did she finally find something to support her.
If he ever took concubines in the future, he would have to know their backgrounds thoroughly. Otherwise, he might end up disgraced at any moment.
Bai Shuixian had not investigated the matter out of a desire for revenge against Bai Jianren. She simply could not bear to see a hero who had devoted himself to the nation die with his eyes still open.
A blazing fire sprang into existence from thin air. Apart from the three-yard bonfire at the very center, spiritual power had also been laid along the edges of the Dust-Sealing Formation, concealing spiritual flames powerful enough to injure those in the late Qi Refining stage.
Chen Yuan had assumed the location would be in Madam Pei’s courtyard, but the old matron leading the way was heading toward the White Lotus Courtyard instead.
At the thought, Zhang Le’s heart began to pound. Of course he did not want to die. Compared with many of those old monsters, he was still young, and he had not yet lived long enough.
Han Lianyi shook her head, took the spade from Han Ziye, accepted Lian Shuo’s apron, and walked into the kitchen.
Even then, no one believed that Gao Chong would give his opponent not the slightest chance to live, dispatching him outright.
But in the Ye family, he finally learned a secret of tremendous consequence: the Han family was the true culprit behind everything.
His sorrow, his heartache, his helplessness, his unwillingness—he watched his own child call another man father.
If anyone had been there at that moment, they would certainly have been dazzled by her smile. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
“I’ve arranged for you to rehearse in Dance Studio Twelve. As for whether you’ll be able to perform at the Spring Festival Gala, we’ll come back in five days to evaluate you,” Director Liu said before turning to leave and throwing himself back into his hectic work.
“Rich people really are something else. Even their coffins are made with several layers.” After the second coffin was opened, they discovered another one beneath it. This layer was silver-white. Had it truly been cast from silver?
It had not taken long to produce the tea that would soon become famous throughout the capital. After the people in the imperial palace tasted it, they immediately selected it as tribute tea.
“Are you all right?” Nika asked helplessly. She had never expected to injure him, much less strike him in a vital spot.
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Wang Jing, who had still been wondering how to win over his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, was brought back to his senses by the call. He gave two awkward chuckles and brushed it off, saying that he was fine.
At that moment, the Martial Emperor’s words amounted to a promise. The seventeen demons prepared to join forces. They began arranging their formations and then forcibly merged together—and the resulting fusion was utterly inconceivable, something unheard of.
But Wang Jing was naturally no omnipotent god. He could merely unleash an extraordinary burst of energy at crucial moments.
The silver-haired man saw Shen Ruoying and me across the way. His footsteps faltered, but he soon continued onward as though nothing had happened, as if he had not seen us at all. Yet I could sense his eyes constantly darting toward me, emitting a very strange light.
Li Yi did not go out that afternoon. For one thing, he was worried that Su Xinze and the others would refuse to let the matter drop. For another, he had no idea where he could go.
Ye Chen’s head had dodged three times, but each time I caught the position of his vital point and aimed at it again.
“Brother Yi!” Wang Yang ran out at that moment as well and reached Li Yi’s side, his face flushed with excitement.
At the same time, every time I recited, “Hasten, hasten, as the law commands,” I reached out and gently lifted the old woman’s chin, making her perform the motion of knocking her teeth together.
“Yuting, you’re not joking, are you? That’s at least four meters away. You can really do it?!” Huo Tianlin’s eyes widened. He still could not believe it. Even the athletes at school probably could not manage that distance.
“What an idiot. A divine weapon? Do you think I need one just to stop two worthless fools like you? Do you really think the two of you can hold me down? Bring that old bastard, the Barbarian Demon Lord, out here to see me. Tell him to get his ass out here!”
After dozens of sharp cracks, all the black short swords shattered. The vulture was severely wounded as well, losing even the strength to remain suspended in the air. It plunged headfirst from the clouds and, with a loud slap, smashed into a heap of mangled flesh amid its agonized screams.
“Hahaha, you don’t need to worry about that! What? These are disciples of your Sword-Wielding Sect? They’re nothing special. They’re still inferior to the disciples of our Five Ultimates Sect. Hahaha!” The Yin Fiend glanced at the disciples behind Elder Jin and burst into loud laughter.
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