Chapter 27: His Wife Takes the Initiative for the First Time

After freshening up, Lou Xizhou entered the study feeling refreshed. He saw Tang Yu leaning against the mahogany bookshelf, deeply engrossed in a book, a faint smile playing on her lips. He stepped quietly to her side and leaned slightly, his eyes falling on the book's contents.

“The Complete Works of Chairman Mao?”

Startled by the voice behind her, Tang Yu abruptly turned around, the subtle scent of his shower lingering in the air, soothing and invigorating her senses.

“Careful,” Lou Xizhou said promptly, placing a hand gently behind her head to prevent her from bumping into anything.

“You can come with me now. I’ll take you back to Philadelphia. Once there, if you want to stand on your own two feet, that’s perfectly fine.”

Her office phone was usually reserved for important clients or close friends, so even without her saying who she was, the other party would likely know.

Take Xia Yi, for example—a martial artist who had reached the fourth-grade realm at just sixteen, remarkable among common folk but quite ordinary within the main branch of a powerful family. From what Xia Yi knew, most key figures of the new generation in the Wenxi main branch had attained fifth or sixth-grade realms by that age.

Kang Ya furrowed her brow slightly but deliberately ignored Kang Mu and continued questioning Wang Qigang.

Qing Xing never backed down in a quarrel. Her sharp tongue, repeatedly calling someone “servant,” left Dan Yan’s face shifting between pale and flushed.

Suddenly, the scene erupted with a deafening shout—not from the Republic of Korea, but from An Xianzu.

“Why the hell are you pretending to be something you’re not?” Ying Yue suddenly blurted out, breaking Mian Que’s speech with a curse.

Ye Qing was thrown onto the sofa by Han Xun, yet her insults grew louder and more venomous.

Of course, basic equipment was essential to distill pure water. Here, it was best not to dwell on how Ai Liya had obtained these tools. Without rubber tubing, animal skin and sinew could suffice.

“My things belong to her!” Prison Lord sneered coldly. He wished he could hand the entire group over to Su Qianxun, but he knew she wouldn’t accept.

“Since the Celestial Emperor invited us, we should go,” Yuxi said with a faint smile to Di Hao.

“So that’s it...” Su Qingyuan was unable to discern the nature of the matter, unsure of what to say.

Meng Jiadiao: “Fine. Even if, as you say, he killed Jiang Yun, then where did you get these letters from?”

A stifling atmosphere enveloped everyone present. Many low-level cultivators, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of the Tri-Color Thunderfire Tribulation, fainted on the spot.

The hour wasn’t too late; many were still awake. Every household had its lights on, and the cobblestone streets were meticulously clean.

When Gu Danyang raised his hand, the nine men with him stepped aside, and the men from Wanzhishan did the same.

Although she didn’t understand how she had suddenly become more sensible, Li Shiyan didn’t dwell on it, instead pondering when she could put her plan into motion again.

Walking ahead of the sliding stone pillar, a gentle touch confirmed it moved just like the ninth pillar. Controlling the pillar to enter the formation’s eye within one step, the ground suddenly shook. Her footing faltered, she leaned forward, and her forehead struck the pillar, blood immediately flowing and dripping onto the floor.

The reason was simple: the Underworld King was a ghost immortal, possessing both lifespan and fate. Just now, when I smelled death aura outside the room, I suspected his lifespan was near its end. I hadn’t expected it to be completely exhausted.

Moreover, the command tent was filled with high-ranking Han officials. If they could escape, staying in the tent might also allow some benefit by association.

She suddenly understood but had no time to act before a “whoosh” sounded. A brown light streaked upward in a semicircular arc, piercing toward the light spot.

Wan Qing nodded silently. Before him appeared a pale blue template, rich with a strong sci-fi aesthetic.

Afterwards, both sides dispatched several demigods for thorough inspections. Even the angelic branch head and the evil god Baal employed their own methods, conducting meticulous checks to ensure there were no tricks afoot.