Volume One, Chapter Thirty-One: Tarnishing the Su Family’s Reputation

When Su’s mother learned that Su Ningxia was making money, she immediately reached out her hand. “Xiaxia, your older brother still needs money for his medicine.” Su Ningxia understood this only too well.

Her brother’s affairs had nothing to do with her, but she could not blame Su Tingxue. All their discontent ended up directed at her alone.

She had no choice but to hand over the money.

Su Ningxia responded calmly. “I haven’t been paid yet.”

“Then remember to bring your wages home when you get them!” Su’s mother admonished her over and over again.

Su Tingxue pouted. “Everyone thinks my sister is wonderful. They all like her, and they don’t like me. It’s because my sister is outstanding, and in their eyes, I’m just useless.”

She wiped away her tears. “My sister is so lucky…”

“General, you needn’t go. I’ll take some men and deal with him myself!” With that, Iron Eagle turned and left.

After two consecutive battles, the bio-beasts bore more or less some wounds. Today, they were unlikely to fight again.

Jiang Lan also sensed something was wrong and volunteered to examine some of the severed limbs. Wang Chaling did not refuse.

Xiao Heyun noticed the hostility radiating from the other party, and fury surged within him. He couldn’t fathom how he had angered them—after all, they had once been allies.

The disciples whispered among themselves, guessing that the group must have encountered danger, explaining their delayed return.

In an instant, Yang Jian’s face grew as dark as water, but he did not stop moving. Although his chopper had been “borrowed” by Zhao Qiang, he still had coffin nails in his hand.

“Ah, Immortal, what are you saying? This is all a misunderstanding,” someone tried to appease. “Niushan, calm down and let the elder speak,” Wang Weidong said. Chen Yuan, too, was eager to learn the old couple’s story.

The King of Trees, whose age was now beyond reckoning, stood silently, seemingly unaware of Lu Yunxi’s arrival.

He resembled an aged tea master, sitting by his tea table, slowly boiling water and rinsing the cups.

Then came the next round. In just ten seconds, all four long swords fell into Wang Chaling’s possession, followed by the white jade floor beneath their feet.

Back then, Liu Zilu had also told her she was nothing but a commoner, with no powerful connections behind her.

Without a word, Feng Yu drew the dagger from his waist and handed it to Leng Lingyun, as if it were an ordinary object, nothing precious at all.

“They’ll be sad, but they’ll survive. But if I lose you, then I won’t be able to go on living. Even if I don’t die, I’d be little more than a walking corpse,” he said.

In Regulus’s heart, a voice much like his mother’s often lectured him in this way. But whenever he summoned the courage to probe the other’s background, it always dissolved after a few words and a single glance.

After the monotonous voice faded, Shang Chongyang felt as though someone had shoved him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground.

As his startled cry rang out, Yue Shan also sensed something strange below, furrowing his brow and looking down, only to witness a bizarre scene.

In the past, when Madam Zhang was in charge, she was utterly loyal to her. Now that Madam Xu was head of the household, she was just as faithful to her.

Perhaps he owned other businesses under his name, and that wouldn’t have surprised her much. But this steakhouse… Why did he buy it?

If Wen Jiaren didn’t return, Wen Yang would smoothly inherit everything. But if she did come back, nothing would be certain. Naturally, this displeased Wen Yang’s father, Wen Ningyuan.

Damn it. Fortunately, he had always kept his murderous aura in check and hadn’t broken the seal on his holy blood. Otherwise, he would have given himself away by now.

Hearing the voice carried by the wind, the anxious group of big shots finally breathed out in relief, their faces breaking into gratified smiles.

Seeing that the monstrous bird had lost all consciousness, Mo Chen finally dared to approach. The creature’s chest still rose and fell faintly, proving it was not dead, merely unconscious.

She hailed from Heroic City and knew the Wolf Fang Army well. Those following An Lushan were all elite soldiers, unlike the motley conscripts in Luoyang.

He wanted to turn his head to glance at Gu Mochen, but with his pressure points sealed, he couldn’t even move his neck—he was forced to walk, propped up by Gu Mochen.

Sun Shijie’s whole body trembled; muttering those two words, he caught sight of the still-wet crimson blood on the ground, his eyelids fluttered, and he fainted.

Jiang Yun’s expression changed dramatically—this was a deadly ambush, targeting the likes of the Divine Emperor Jiang and other quasi-divine emperors.

However, this academy’s focus on spiritual beasts was far too esoteric; few students bothered to apply.

Now, he didn’t know where to extort the silver to ransom Yi Xuebingran and bring her home as a servant. He didn’t consider the former beauty of Yuanzhou to be his wife; after all, he held the rank of earl and couldn’t marry a prostitute of servile status.

Unlike the cultivation world, where disputes were settled with violence, he much preferred this tranquil existence.

“My affairs are none of your concern. You’d best mind your own business.” Jim shot Beline a cold glare.

Since Enchantress had such great abilities but still needed Chen Wuxing’s help in overseeing things, it was clear the matter was not simple.

The aroma wafted up again, and Ye Jiaren’s stomach growled loudly at the smell.

“Fine, Quan Shaochen, well done!” she huffed, rising and striding toward her office desk.

“It should be over now. We must have glimpsed a fork in the river of time, but it doesn’t matter—such a future won’t come to pass,” Fang Bai said, tossing a bean cake into his mouth, finding the taste agreeable.

A crisp slap sent Gu Xiaoxiao’s face snapping to the side, her cheek instantly swelling bright red from the force.

What had Fatty Ye and the others encountered? What were they doing? When I tried to ask, a swirl of black mist enveloped them, and then they vanished before my eyes.

Dreams are sweet, but reality is harsh. Along the way, Murong Xue found countless excuses but couldn’t shake off Wang Qing’s hand, let alone escape. In the end, she had no choice but to return to Qing Prince’s Manor.

Looking at Yangyang’s innocent smile, Su Yiqing felt a weight pressing on her chest, as if a heavy stone blocked her breath.