Volume One, Chapter 49: Seeking Someone to Settle Scores with Jiang Xian and Venting Anger

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Behind the patriarch of the Yun family stood Yun Tianheng, dressed in a suit. His wife wore an elegant evening gown, and surprisingly, Yun Xiyue was also clad in a dazzling dress.

Half a year ago, she encountered Chen Yang at a meal, and since then, he had persistently followed her, though he had never done anything excessive.

Yuan Shuai watched helplessly as three fiery dragons were instantly frozen into three icy dragons by a wave of cold air, then plunged headfirst into a swirling red vortex.

On the morning of the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, the price of sandalwood at the Shuoyang Li Ji branch store jumped directly from two hundred and ten taels to two hundred and fifteen taels.

“What did you say? Do you have a way to deal with him?” Upon hearing this, Shao Hua brightened immediately and rushed to Liu Huang’s side, staring intently as he asked. Having been humiliated by Li Tianyu earlier, the anger simmering within him was suffocating, pent up and unable to be released. Naturally, the moment he heard there was a way to handle Li Tianyu, he perked up.

Lian Zhu turned back into the room and paused briefly before suppressing the tears welling up. Thinking of everyone’s earlier expressions, she couldn’t help but break into a smile through her tears. It turned out they were all deeply sentimental people; otherwise, they wouldn’t have shown such genuine emotions.

As long as she could get into Yao Ji, she didn’t mind others’ disdain. Only at Yao Ji would she have the chance to see and learn about more precious spices.

Because of the death of Zhao Jia Lang, the originally scheduled date was moved seven days earlier, clearly indicating that once the thirteenth young lady married in, she would catch the grand funeral and thereafter live in mourning attire for a period of austerity.

A cold wind blew, as if a dark cloud had covered the sky above Yun City. Bai Shan felt uneasy all over, a chill creeping in that made her shiver involuntarily.

“Whish”—the other party gave no answer but moved swiftly to the stone bed. At the same time, a large cloth sack suddenly enveloped Li Tianyu, trapping him inside. Li Tianyu hadn’t even seen the captor’s face before being bagged.

Since he was a lone cultivator without any sect or affiliation, it surprised Yue Jing that Chun Yu would ask such a question, leaving him puzzled about what was on Chun Yu’s mind.

Zhang Fei was initially somewhat agitated, but after calming down, he reflected on certain matters.

“We’ll rest here for two days, then return to Tiandu tomorrow!” Bai Shaozi whispered softly into Tang Tang’s ear, a faint breath brushing her neck.

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The great demon Qing Luan regarded the Seven Luminaries Divine Emperor with admiration. That approving expression, coupled with the shimmering gleam in her beautiful eyes, was especially enchanting.

As the voice fell, several figures appeared within the crowd’s sight. Upon seeing this group, the expressions of the onlookers varied: some recognized them and wore looks of astonishment, barely able to believe their presence here; others who did not know them showed curiosity.

Currently, the outer courtyard hotel of Pangdi City housed only this group of guests. Rooms were abundant, and aside from the servants, everyone could choose their own accommodations.

Moreover, with two major bosses present, the accumulated experience reached an enormous number.

An elder standing behind Huangfu Jin, seeing Huangfu Jin restrained, moved to attack Jiang Lin. Yue Jing glanced at the elder, who was a cultivator at the early Dan formation stage, not yet someone Jiang Lin could handle.

“Can’t handle it? Then you just wait for Zhao Yao to come looking for trouble?” Duke Cheng’en said incredulously. Though not very brave, when it came to matters of life and death, he was capable of anything.

“Susu, that girl will be fine.” Dongfang Bubai didn’t know why he felt the need to explain.

Yun Yuxuan sat bored in the practice room chair, arms crossed, resting. Now it was just singing a cappella, which Yun Yuxuan thought was mediocre; the movements were uncoordinated. Such a level would never make it onto the stage.

The street was crowded, but no one spoke. Even when people met, their interactions were limited to exchanging glances, reminiscent of the historical period of King Zhou Li’s reign when “the mouths of the people were controlled.” Amidst the bustling crowd, there was silence, as if in a village of the deaf and mute.

After widespread discussion, the original blogger released ambiguous photos of Yan Ziyi and Yun Yuxuan in a car.

No one expected Zhang Guang to lead his several hundred men on a long journey of hundreds of miles to assist Shouzhang in battle.

No one could have imagined that the once fortune-teller of Chenliu City had now become the renowned Grand Han Fate Master, the Northwest King.

“What do you want with me? Are you here to capture me and use me to threaten my husband?” Jiao Jiao struggled to sit up. She had been unconscious from a blow for too long and was utterly weak.

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Chun Yang felt sorry for him; in this bitter cold, with ice and snow outside, he couldn’t ride a bike and had to walk all the way back on foot.

“Cheng San indeed has an unreasonable request.” Li Chengda looked at Qiu Ding’an, dark light gleaming in his eyes.

“No time, platoon leader. I have to go out for a bit. I’ll listen when I get back.” Zhang Wei hurriedly dressed and headed out.

First, Long Hui took out Greek slings and a hundred thousand stone pellets, medieval catapults and stone projectiles, and three thousand ancient Egyptian chariots for the soldiers left to defend the city.

That single shout made Wang Xiaojun tremble all over, his eyes flickering with a venomous hatred so intense it seemed almost able to coalesce into an actual flame.

The current queen mother was nothing but a body. Whoever could control her mind could command her, so Ning Gang had decided to perform a ritual on her body immediately.

Hearing the curses behind her, Lin Qianyu’s face instantly paled. She trembled as she turned back, staring fixedly at Lin Jiayong.

“If what you say is true, taking this island is indeed easy, but that person’s strength is probably not below mine...” The elder was tempted, after all, the mysterious iron stone on Sword Wall Island was very enticing.

After all, no one knew when Su Yucheng would return, so often one could not afford to be reckless.

Originally, Ning Gang intended to refuse, as nearly all his cultivation resources had been snatched from enemies. Though not much, it was just enough, and he didn’t want to accept gifts from this opportunistic junior disciple.

The towering Lord of Slaughter reversed his skeletal giant hand, reaching the pinnacle of wielding the power to turn clouds to rain. With the palm’s motion, a massive black hole appeared in the void, an abyssal maw that continuously devoured the surrounding laws of heaven and earth along with their power.