Volume One, Chapter 22: Forcing Her to Marry, Avoiding Song Chuanhe

Since Jiang Weiyue arrived, she had come to understand Jiang Weili somewhat. Jiang Weili was not someone to be taken seriously; she thrived on bluffing with borrowed authority, sly tricks, and petty lies to gain small advantages.

The Du family medical clinic was run by the elder Du Tao. Usually, Du Bing held consultations there, but occasionally, when invited by the hospital, he would attend. Upon hearing of Zhang Hao’s return, a calculating gleam flashed in Du Bing’s eyes.

Ye Feng listened silently to Shi Qingxuan’s praise, quietly studying her true nature while pondering various thoughts.

Looking at Mie Tian’s rogue demeanor, if a gaze could kill, then Meng Batian’s eyes alone would be enough to shred Mie Tian into minced meat.

After speaking, Ye Feng turned back and picked up the secret manual Jiang Cai had left, wondering if he could regain some insight. Unfortunately, what’s missed is missed—the flowing water of the east does not return.

Some saw opportunity in this and prepared to seize the moment. Opportunities are fought for; if not now, perhaps never. The officialdom was no place for daily exercise.

Many members of the Beggar’s Sect began to grasp Ye Feng’s meaning and started clamoring loudly.

The Night Emperor’s expression suddenly changed. The dagger in his hand was forged by an internationally renowned master craftsman, razor-sharp enough to cleave steel with ease.

The connected textile factory was unable to produce extra fabric for Elando due to existing orders. Since the problem lay with the fabric, Yuan Xiaoqian did not return to the original factory.

“What’s different now?” Ye Kaicheng murmured at the corner of Xu Zuoyan’s lips, pulling her closer so her weight rested upon him, easing the strain on her legs and suiting their current position.

Earlier, Gong Xuanli had told Ning Zimo that the tail he now could not hide was only temporary. Once it could be fully retracted at will, he would take him to see the outside world. He even hoped to introduce his child to the child’s grandfather someday.

Fu Wanxian smiled wryly. “Nothing wrong?” How could that be? If the Astronomical Bureau’s prediction was true, then Fu Wanxian’s child was certainly lost.

Facing an enemy far superior in cultivation, he never gave up or rested, persevering until the battle’s end.

The level-two God-Slaying Formation could withstand attacks from Nascent Soul cultivators. Heh, landlord, I’m counting on you.

The massive corpse of the black serpent writhed wildly for a moment; blood gushed from its severed neck, splattering the ground in a gruesome scene.

To enter the temple, one had to cross the wooden bridge above and then climb up the dead tree trunk as originally planned.

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded above on the bridge. Hastily, he pulled Xu Rou into a hollow beneath the tree roots to hide.

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