Volume One, Chapter 74: A Gift of Fireworks

Yang, the wealthy patron, immediately detected the sarcasm in the words and felt quite embarrassed, not daring to say anything further.

At that moment, a figure burst in, panic-stricken.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened!"

"How improper, running in like that! Can’t you see we have important guests?" Yang's mood was already sour, and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"M-Master..." It was one of the attendants responsible for the bridal escort. He was so out of breath he could barely speak, and seeing Yang’s displeasure, he instinctively shrank his shoulders. But then, recalling the urgency, he blurted out, "On our way back, the bride... the bride... she was abducted..." His words faltered, his speech disjointed.

But Fang Hui was not one to kill indiscriminately; he lived by his own code. He could not bring himself to harm innocent people without cause.

He cursed inwardly, then suddenly grabbed Yin Fanghua beside him, kicked open the carriage door, and leapt out.

As Xuyun was an ancestral figure of West Spirit Mountain, and since Faku had already received his due from Ye Haoran and returned to the mountain, there remained no reason for West Spirit Mountain to act against Ye Haoran.

He spun around expertly, drawing his gun in a single, fluid motion—a skill clearly not forgotten since his days in the military.

While Lu Jiangnan was attacking Sun Haiyang with all his might, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a peculiar, almost sinister smile flickering at the corner of Su Nan’s mouth. The sight unsettled him deeply, filling him with an ominous premonition.

The path of an extraordinary being, transformed from one gifted with special abilities, was broad with great promise—as long as one put in the effort.

This left Ye Haoran feeling helpless; he had merely lent the old monk a hand without expecting any repayment, and given the monk’s eccentricities, no sane person would put faith in his words.

Half an hour later, the Golden Avatar and Jin Yuanbao returned to the peach blossom valley, chatting and laughing. The Golden Avatar soon bade farewell and returned to his own quarters, while Jin Yuanbao, seemingly unconcerned, strolled leisurely back to his room.

Beneath the Martial Arena, the crowd was dense—seven or eight out of every ten people in the outer court had flocked here. Eager faces abounded, and even some from the inner court had come specially to watch.

"Very well, I’ll disappear. You may continue." Zhong Yue lifted his gaze, sharing a knowing smile with Tong En. He walked to the foot of the bed, sat on the chair behind her, gently rested his head against her back, and closed his eyes.

The unmistakable sound of Tong En’s phone rang out—she disliked fancy ringtones and always used the most basic one.

"Since there’s nothing urgent, I’ll stay a while and see what goods you’ve taken in lately. It’s been ages since any of you stopped by my place, so I figured I’d gather the brothers for a drink today."

"Of course I want to hear it!" Seeing the anticipation in Qian Yongqiang’s eyes, Wang Ziren recounted in detail how he had once rescued a stranger from another town and later apprenticed himself to a master.

"Piglet Bei, come with me to the night market," Chuchu said mischievously as she perched restlessly on the back of my bike, suddenly scratching me with gusto and grinning cheekily.

It was He Xiao who reacted first. She thrust her clothes into the shop assistant’s hands, strode over to Tong En, smiling, her pearly teeth showing as she spoke.

Within the Nine Netherworlds, after five days and nights of teleportation, Mu Xifeng arrived at the Blood Sea to fulfill his promise and break the seal for the Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds.

Tong En stopped abruptly, turning to fix her gaze on Xu Hui, who, caught off guard, collided right into her.

He hardly kept anything in his dormitory, so whenever he came over, he always brought a backpack with tissues, clothes, and other necessities for convenience.

"His Majesty is indecisive, but at least he keeps Lady Lü in check; she doesn’t dare go too far. Should he pass, I fear she would become unstoppable. What are your thoughts?" Liu Xiang inquired of the two.

After all, words can be empty, but seeing is believing—no matter how well you speak, the proof is in what is seen.

Learning all this, I found my admiration for Daoist Master Xuangugu growing immensely.

The grim-faced soul warden sneered coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, a soul-catching rope appeared in his hand.

Though she had experienced it several times, Li Wanyun still tensed up, gripping her former brother-in-law’s arm. Seeing she was not in a hurry to leave and had arrived early, Wei Qingfan was in no rush to finish, as there were few people around the vehicle.

Not seeing Xianting and Gale was disappointing, but there would be chances in the future.

Trending on Weibo with those diligent, hard-working celebrities was still a distant prospect.

After the southern border campaign, he returned, only to find the monastery deserted and demolished. With no other choice, he wandered far and wide.

Amidst all this were the private dealings between Li Shengqi and Li Yuan, which ended with Li Jianming being implicated by his own son.

Hao Changqing and his team had just found a place to land their helicopter when they received orders from Han Guodong to abort the mission immediately.

Wei Qinghuan couldn’t help but let out a giggle, quickly covering her mouth—she was the only one laughing, apart from her brother, who now skulked about like a rat.

It was this unity that enabled them to survive—and even thrive—in the chaotic frontiers of the universe.

In Anqing City, the gunfire slowly faded, leaving only the rumble of thunder and the patter of rain.

Generally, these half-dead creatures with flesh and blood would be classified as rot-type abyssal demons, but the walking corpses were different—their bodies more akin to the undead.

"Lin Jewelry Company has been in business for years, yet has no savings. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?" Jia Yuanhua pressed again.

This affair had spread throughout the city in recent days. Though it touched the royal family’s reputation and none dared to discuss it openly, gossip abounded in private. Therefore, Long Che put Long Xiaoxiao under house arrest that very day, not even releasing her for the Empress Dowager’s birthday.

Before departure, Shao Fei gave every instruction he could think of, feeling a bit naggy. Since he would be away for seven days, he had to leave everything in order—another security incident like last time could not be allowed.

"Let’s go!" Zhan Muhua gave Zhan Bai a thoughtful glance, then left with Xi Men Jinlian.

Shao Fei and Zhao Fei had been helping the soldiers move timber, building houses. Suddenly, Shao Fei stopped and made this remark, leaving Zhao Fei quite surprised.

Thus, the weakest among the concubines became the leader of the assembly, since she had opened the passage. Conversely, the other four elders likely guarded against her most.

"You died again?" Zhan Bai had lately been studying Chinese mythology. Xi Men Jinlian, bored in the evenings, had taken up gaming with him, but her skills were abysmal, and despite all the time spent, she hadn’t improved at all.

Nameless only smiled, saying nothing. Ru Shou was at a loss. "I want a gold mine and a sand mine." Only when he heard these words did Ru Shou realize that Nameless wasn’t simply incapable of choosing materials—he just wanted his weapon to be pure.