Volume 1, Chapter 108: I Still Hope You Will Marry An'er

Gu Jingya watched from the side, feeling rather pleased. She secretly hoped that Lin Ranshan wouldn’t come, so that Pei Yunan would remain upset. At this moment, she thought that as long as Pei Yunan was unhappy, she herself would feel satisfied.

On May 27th, the noodle shop officially opened. Firecrackers were lit, a signboard was hung, and the red cloth was unveiled. The Jiang family’s noodle shop was truly in business.

Su Yan was taken aback, unsure of what was happening. As the black mist drew closer, he suddenly sensed a strange, chilling aura, as if countless vengeful souls from hell were howling and cursing, unsettling his mind.

Seeing just a hint of signs, Simon was eager to uncover the truth behind it all. However, with the wounded still awaiting treatment, he had to restrain his emotions and tend to his injured comrades first.

Having toured the Ming Cult grounds, Mingshan had expanded greatly. All those loyal to the cult who had neither died nor betrayed it had been gathered. The mountain was now self-sufficient. In the future, disciples would need to be at least innate level and capable of sword flight to come and go freely.

Lan Xi softened her stance. She was right—if they went out and couldn't return, leaving her behind would only cause worry.

Not long after the soldier’s words, flames flickered from the temple. “Fire!” The enemy was startled. Outside, two male soldiers shouted in unison, “How could we ever surrender? Cowards, cease your delusions!” Their defiance was met with a volley of furious arrows, piercing them like porcupines, yet they stood unbowed.

Qian Yedu and the other three trembled, then immediately rose from the ground, faces alight with excitement as they advanced.

The two entered the main chamber together. On one side of the living room’s bedroom door hung a curtain of crystal-clear beads. This instantly made the previously austere yet grand room feel lively and dynamic. When the lights were turned on, they refracted countless sparkling spots of beauty.

I was dumbfounded. In my memory, this was the first time Murong Shanshan had praised me—and it was a decisive compliment, one that left me momentarily unable to accept it.

Mu Xue observed, just as Yue Chen had said, that although Li Mu appeared perilous, his physical body was steadily growing stronger, gradually regaining the upper hand.

His talents lay in military campaigns and warfare; governance was neither his strength nor his desire.

Class 1202? Isn’t that the class guided by Wu Chen, the so-called elite class? It seems someone wants to stand out and defend their teacher’s honor… Li Qi sneered inwardly.

Ji Yanran called out, warning that if he didn’t follow the proper steps, she would have to resort to drastic measures.

Ye Chuyang could tell from the three men’s expressions that they likely didn’t believe the Seventh Elder’s words, but that didn’t matter. She smiled faintly with a casual tilt of her lips and lowered her head.

“I’ll wash your car; we’re not trying to take advantage of you!” Chu Yang clenched the coins, opened the car door, and stepped out.

He didn’t know if she was inside the Shao residence, but all he wanted now was to find her. Even if she hated seeing him, he just wanted to see her.

Yang Dingtian was injured. His followers felt uneasy. If Yin Jun and the others left now, once Yang Dingtian awoke, with his unpredictable temper, who knew what might happen?

Screams erupted. The Xianbei fought with no discipline or skill, charging forward with reckless fervor, only to meet overwhelming resistance.

But he was unafraid. How could Luoyang be so far from Yunzhong Commandery? The Xianbei’s three million troops posed no immediate threat to him.

After all, this black Tiger Order was issued by the sect leader of the Tiger Gate. This time, it was no joke.