Chapter 124: I Thank You on Behalf of My Eighteen-Year-Old Self

Fang Zhiyin did not stir until the following afternoon. When she finally awoke, her consciousness had returned to normal, yet she had no memory of the previous night’s events. She only recalled being forced into a vehicle by the village head and his associates, followed by the sudden, cinematic appearance of Ouyang Junyan—everything thereafter was a complete blank.

During the time she lay unconscious, Ouyang Junyan had already left the hotel to intercept those old scoundrels from the village. Having realized they had offended someone far beyond their station, the village head and his cohorts had spent the night packing, intending to flee, only to be apprehended at the train station by Ouyang Junyan’s driver. Ouyang Junyan captured them, but he did not turn them over to the police, for he knew...

The steward hesitated at the mention of reporting this to the village magistrate; he feared the consequences if the Village Lord were to learn of the matter. He pondered the situation, feeling that allowing credit would be a blow to his pride, yet he remained caught in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to grant it or not. He sank into silence, lost in thought.

While Liu Yong was en route to Xiangyang, Kuai Liang was in a private residence within the city, engaging in conversation with a middle-aged man.

To seek the path to the Void Realm, one must constantly press forward; even if one were to lose their mind under the strain, the search must continue, unless one chooses to surrender.

"You fail to show proper respect before the Great Bodhisattva Guanyin, and yet you dare claim you have committed no offense!" the Dean exclaimed in frustration. Did this fellow truly believe himself invincible?

Lady Phantom, accompanied by her soldiers, was scouring the forest for the origin of the demons—their lair. Lacking knowledge of its location, they had no choice but to search like a cast net, venturing deeper into the woods in hopes of stumbling upon it.

Jiang Yu’s gaze suddenly shifted toward the numerous Void Realm positions elsewhere in the universe, left behind by the deaths of many veteran masters of the Void.

From the moment Ye Chen had demanded she kneel and beg for mercy, she had harbored a deep grudge, planting the seeds of vengeance within her heart. Now, with the arrival of Yuan Kun, she saw a glimmer of hope. Did Ye Chen possess the power to shatter the heavens? No. If he had, he would have taken his revenge long ago; why wait eight years?

The moment the slightest disturbance occurred in Guanghan, the Xiao family received word that the Martial King had escaped their grasp.

"Very well. Since you have no desire for idle chatter, I shall state the purpose of my visit," Nangong Feilong sighed. It seemed the old man still harbored resentment over the events of the past. If not for the sake of Qingcheng, he likely would have fared no better than the others.

Seeing the Seven-Star Spear and the Demon-Subduing Staff strike simultaneously, the White Rat Spirit panicked, abandoning the fight and fleeing in haste.

Without these, he truly had no idea what to feed An'an. Could a breakfast cobbled together in such a desperate manner truly be considered acceptable?

Guo Qing snatched Lin Miao away, pulling her into his arms without a word. Lin Miao suddenly bit down on his chest, a muffled groan of pain escaping Guo Qing’s lips.

The first to react was Old Madam Ji, who sat not far from the old master; her face turned deathly pale as she rushed toward him.

Ella lunged forward as well, her limbs locking tightly around the other man’s arm. The Reincarnator shrieked in agony as he struggled, his body erupting with demonic energy that lashed out like ocean waves against them. The two women relied entirely on their magical combat suits to hold on, refusing to let go.

At Zheng Xingchen’s command, the armored vehicle carrying Xiao Lanyou roared to life and drove toward the city gates.

To think that a mere culinary competition could provoke him to such an extent, resorting to such low-level tactics—it was truly remarkable.

"Rest assured, I will humbly seek the opinions of our comrades in Minxi. If that fails, I shall trade my rifle to secure their release," Zheng Yi said with a laugh.

Wang Tingting claimed this was a sign of her desperate desire to marry. How could that be? Did she think everyone was as anxious to be wed as she was?

Yet, why was the mud so soft and yielding? Her mouth didn't hurt when it struck the ground; it was strangely comfortable. Instinctively, she rubbed her face against the "mud," and as the "muddy water" flooded into her mouth, the rapid, intense churning sensation sent tremors of heat coursing through her entire body.

He, however, took it very seriously. After Zhang Tianlan’s divorce, he had earnestly proposed to marry her again, only to be suppressed by Zhang Tianlai, which was why he had always held a deep grudge against her.