Chapter Forty-Six: We’re Going Home

Originally, very few people knew about the engagement between Qiao Luo and Chen Liao, so the cancellation of their engagement should have passed quietly. However, those two mother and daughter pairs had to air the matter out in public.

Now, everyone knows that Chen Liao betrayed the engagement first. Although Fang Qing was completely unaware of it, she has inevitably been burdened with the reputation of a mistress.

With such a stain on his record, Chen Liao's future promotions will become much more difficult.

And all of this was caused by that pair of mothers and daughters, Lin Xiuzhi and Chen Zhian.

Thus, the mutated scorpion monster remained equally oblivious to the terrifying presence targeting it amidst that radiant light.

She applied acupuncture to Jiang Yu'er, sealing her acupoints. Her first priority was to staunch Jiang Yu'er's bleeding; as for such a massive wound, she would figure out a way to bandage it later.

He had never known how to plan and think for the long term, and it was precisely this flaw that eventually led to Pomegranate falling into his own hands for the very first time in the near future!

"Little girl, I admit your footwork is exceptional, but fighting in this manner is truly disgraceful to my Sea Demon clan." On the greenish, bruised body of the grotesque shark, it was impossible to tell whose attacks had caused which scars. He harbored the exact same mindset.

If things went smoothly enough, they might not even need to sever the Ant King's life hub when the time came. By simply channeling a bit more vitality, they could force Pomegranate to devour the life energies on both sides entirely and claim them for his own.

After days of transmitting inner energy, it finally came to an end. Lan Wan'er remained seated in deep concentration, while the figure of the Ice Phoenix drifted back into mid-air like mist. Below, Elder Sangyang was supporting the Vice Palace Master, both of them gazing upward with tear-filled eyes.

He had always intensely disliked Jiang Yu'er interacting with the Emperor, and now, he had to seize this opportunity to assert his ownership.

Consort De understood that although the Crown Prince's position was still retained for now—largely because the imperial court still had reservations about Nangong Yu's identity, and the Empress Dowager was exerting her influence to suppress dissent, preventing the Emperor from deposing him—once Nangong Yu's status was firmly established, it would mean Nangong Yu would hardly have any chance of making a comeback.

As for whether this was truly the case, Lu Chen had only seen him once on the day of the disciple-admitting grand ceremony and had not yet observed him clearly.

Looking back at Song Da and Wang Liang, they had long been hacked to pieces by the sword Qi, left with only half a breath remaining. Having retracted his Sword Domain, Hong Wangxing ordered Yang Xin and the two others to gather all the bandits and slaves in the mountain forest.

This dreamlike scene made Qin Yan's heart flutter. Unable to help himself, he reached out and touched that exquisite face, gently lifting her chin as he stared at her in a daze, studying her intently.

The old wine that had been scammed, cajoled, tricked, and stolen from Old Man Mo had also been moved over long ago.

Media outlets that rushed to the scene numbered in the hundreds. The Han-Yuan feud was simply too famous, and no media agency was willing to miss it.

Whenever he found a soldier displeasing to the eye, the young officer would deliver a kick. A soldier's leather boots had thick, hard soles, and the officer specifically kicked people in the back. Every soldier he kicked would turn pale and need quite a while to recover.

Seeing that the veteran squad leader had charged out and that the platoon leader and the others had returned, the new recruits immediately surged forward as well.

As time passed, the thunder tribulations in the vault of heaven completely collapsed. After the sea of lightning dissipated, lingering immortal mist cascaded down from the heavens, its majestic momentum stirring up massive billows of wind and clouds.

Panic spread like a plague. The hundred-odd fate masters who had been kissing rotting corpses were scared out of their wits, retreating in disarray like stray dogs.

They knew their son's lackadaisical temperament and had never placed overly strict demands on him. Therefore, one can only imagine how shocked they were when their son, whose grades had always been mediocre—never at the top, but never at the bottom—came home holding a certificate of merit for ranking first in his grade.

Lang Qi saw a huge gush of water suddenly erupt from the top of the head of the giant Mikajia whale.

Just as Lang Qi braced himself to endure the impact, the voice of the Prime Entity suddenly echoed in his mind.