Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Blind Date

"Miss Mu, as you are well aware, given my family's circumstances, I expect my future wife to focus solely on managing the household and raising our children. Your teaching job doesn't pay much, so quitting is fine. As for children, having two in three years is the absolute minimum; a boy and a girl would be ideal, though I would certainly accept three in three years if you're up for it. Now, regarding housing after the wedding..."

Mu Yao tried her best to keep a smile on her face, though her knuckles had been white with tension under the table for quite some time. She silently raised a hand to wipe away the flecks of spit the man had sprayed onto her; fortunately, she hadn't intended to eat anyway. The Gu Nanxiao route was a dead end, and her grandfather's situation required an urgent solution. There was truly no other way...

The opposing side had already sealed off this sector, so killing him would be as easy as child's play—a matter of one or two moves at most.

Su Xing examined the bracelet on his wrist over and over. As the director was about to emerge, the light emanating from the bracelet took on a different quality. If he could truly integrate this power into himself, the physique he was refining would be formidable indeed.

"Fellow daoists, wait!" Ignoring the awkwardness of the moment, Qingshan called out to the group, who were about to ride their long rainbows away.

Mo Shu rubbed her temples, the image of Jiekong's face surfacing in her mind. This five-colored divine bird was a celestial creature, and since Red Demon and Jianyu were formerly caterpillars, didn't that make them natural enemies?

"Sizhen has been banished to the edge of the Eastern Sea by the Master." The day Master sent off Young Master Yu, he had issued an order to strip him of his title as a celestial envoy and banish him to the furthest reaches of the Eastern Sea.

This was the first time Saozha had ever encountered a cheat as clever as this one—one that even knew how to keep a low profile.

The plains were covered in green grass a meter or two deep; as the breeze swept through, it looked like a lush green carpet, beautiful and magnificent.

Gu Yun nodded slightly, waving his hands to tear open the sky, revealing a pitch-black void passage filled with violent primordial energy.

With that dead-eyed attitude of his, why would Yu Sijiao bother caring about her for no reason, just because she was his savior? Are you kidding me?

***

Following Risa's furious shout, the entire space began to tremble. With a distortion, a figure slowly appeared before Leiyu and Risa.

Only when the tall, black-clad figure of Xuanwu appeared before Su Zichuan did he finally relax slightly; even in his own bedchamber, he rarely let his guard down.

"Don't take pictures! You're not allowed to take pictures!" Qin Menghan realized what was happening, stood up, and lunged forward to grab the reporter's camera.

Their past seemed to replay in unguarded moments, but time would never flow backward.

Long Mobai chuckled and kissed her cheek. It was cool and refreshing, and she looked incredibly beautiful without the makeup she usually wore at home.

Back at the 'Fixed Price Shop,' Aotian sat in his chair with a grave expression, watching the group of ruffians.

As his stiff arm traced an arc through the air, it was abruptly intercepted by Mu Yun's powerful palm. Having learned his lesson from Sang Li’s previous strikes, there was no way Mu Yun would fall for the same trick again.

Deeply shocked by the self-mockery and irony in Su Zichuan's words, Bai Zhiqing understood the profound meaning behind them without needing further explanation.

When He Ze shouted this out, everyone immediately realized he was deliberately looking for trouble. Rumors had been circulating that the He and Feng families intended to form an alliance through marriage; it seemed there was truth to it, which explained why He Ze was unhappy about Feng Junyang doting excessively on his other concubines and was using alcohol as an excuse to make a scene.

"Ning Luo, shouldn't we listen to Xue Ying and head to the Dragon Vein to save them? He knows Xifeng's temperament well, as he is his subordinate; the people at the Dragon Vein will surely use them as hostages!" Situ Ren said.

Legend had it that a complete seal-technique martial art could condense living, breathing energy entities with souls. But putting Qi Shengguang aside, countless cultivators in the history of the Immortal Relic Land had never witnessed such a thing. Yet, here it was, appearing out of thin air before him—how could he not be astonished?

"Five meters! That should be enough!" Lin Tiansheng scanned his surroundings, put away his binoculars, turned, and leaped out.

The fall of the Li clan had been a massive blow to him. He had even tried to take his own life with a sword, but Chen Kefu had finally persuaded him otherwise and arranged for him to be brought to Golden Lion City.

The whole process was actually quite simple: by a stroke of luck, Xia Xueyun had met Su Pinheng, the son of the Deputy Mayor of Donghai City, and was instantly captivated by his appearance.

They couldn't afford to be beaten into submission by their opponents like before. Although the second half of the game had just begun, the Miami Heat could not afford to be careless.

***

After observing and testing him, Liang Feng was reassured; this man was undoubtedly the genuine article. Having tested his true heart through his own brazen actions, he felt comfortable presenting his gift.

To the rhythm of powerful drumbeats, the Liaodong army, which had been launching ineffective attacks for six hours, began their assault once more.

Lan Feng frowned. He truly hadn't expected Li Kuafu to be so decisive. It seemed that if he didn't make a choice, Li Kuafu was likely to issue the command to march and wage war immediately.

However, that wasn't the point. The point was that the "striving for excellence" talent had been triggered, turning the twenty-six flying swords into mid-grade spiritual treasures.

After Ninth Brother finished speaking, we all nodded in agreement. Seeing our collective stance, Three Wolf’s eyes grew misty. After a long silence, he choked out, "What merit do I, Three Wolf, have to deserve such loyalty from you brothers?"

The man screamed in terror as he struggled, only to be tossed by the tentacles into the maw of the horrific creature, his voice abruptly cut short.

Items like these weren't about their monetary value, but the "Imperial Grace." Only high-ranking officials and close confidants received them. The Chu Dynasty was particularly strict in this regard; rewards given to eunuchs were entirely different from those given to court officials.

With a kick to the rising pillar of earth, the entire structure shook and swayed. Charging up the iron railing, Xia Yi stepped and vaulted, the railing clanging as he turned in mid-air and dove straight down from the sky.

Thinking of this, she snuck a glance at Zhang Xinsheng, who was still basking in his own glory. Her heart fluttered; he was handsome, willing to protect her, and generous with money—perhaps this was a decent choice.

His teeth chattered audibly, his expression twisted to the extreme, and tears streamed from his eyes. He scrambled to press his hands against the piercing wound, blood still gushing out between his fingers.

"You can't escape. This isn't its true form, just a separated consciousness." Sang Ruo pointed a finger, and the nematode that had exploded in the air seemed to have time reversed; it reassembled from its shattered state, returning to its original form, and was finally pinched back into Sang Ruo’s fingers.

Jayden could barely keep up with the rhythm, but Xia Yi had already vaulted back. In the afternoon light, he stood upright on the mecha, wielding the Golden Cudgel, and struck down hard at the cockpit.