Chapter Fifty-One: Husband Accompanies Wife in Play

Ouyang Junyan stared in shock, incredulous as he asked, “You actually care whether I’m happy or not?”

“Of course!” Fang Zhiyin replied with a sweet blink of her eyes.

“By the way, there’s something I want to ask you.” Suddenly, his expression turned serious.

“What is it?”

“My dissociative identity disorder…”

“Ah!” Fang Zhiyin deliberately interrupted, “Let’s go ride the bumper cars!”

Bumper cars?

Aren’t those just for children?

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyin dragged him over to the bumper car area, where Ouyang Junyan saw a crowd of adults and children alike waiting in line—so many it was astonishing.

“You’ve probably never played this before, have you?” Fang Zhiyin asked.

“I don’t recall ever doing so.”

The Divine Wind Guards were all seasoned warriors, veterans of countless battles. Their coordination was seamless as each unleashed their own techniques, their vital energy surging forward to meet Wen Qingye’s swordplay.

Yet the Grand Supreme Elder Lord, after all, was the incarnation of a sage. Though his manner seemed unremarkable, there was a deep-seated pride in his bones that even Donghuang Taiyi could scarcely match.

Jing Yubing had also noticed the man in the dress shirt, her eyes instinctively shrinking back, as if she harbored some fear of him. Though she was Xia Yitian’s confidante and held command over three hundred guards, she knew her boundaries well—what ought to be said, and what must remain unspoken.

Above, despite the vast, sunless mists shrouding the sky, a radiance still bathed the Eight Desolations Continent as if it were broad daylight.

The crowd could not help but turn their heads. On the second floor of a nearby tavern, by the window, a man wearing a bronze mask sat alone, quietly pouring and savoring his own drink.

Yet Lin Fan did not even bother to dodge. His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept toward Cao Yuan, and the icy chill in his eyes made Cao Yuan’s heart clench involuntarily. He froze mid-charge.

He knew his life now rested entirely in Ye Tianchen’s hands, so he dared not give Ye Tianchen even the slightest reason for displeasure.

“Senior, may I ask your name? Perhaps I’ve even heard it mentioned by my master,” Lin Fan said with a flattering smile.

Master Bodhi was a person of immeasurable status. It was said that a mere few pointers from him had enabled a certain monkey to cause havoc in the Grand Xia palace, chasing the emperor around with a staff.

At that very moment, in a residence within the city, a young man slowly stepped out through the door.

“Prime Minister, you have worked hard. I will handle this matter. The princes and princesses have just been born—I do not wish for any unsettling rumors to spread outside,” said Liu Xie.

It was obvious that Mr. Zou’s actions were intended to seal the paper figurine completely, to prevent anything sinister from possessing it and causing harm. I couldn’t help but admire his meticulousness. After what had happened today, I realized Mr. Zou was far from incapable; he was, in fact, quite competent. Any doubts I’d harbored toward him before now faded away.

“As long as I put my heart into it, a year from now will be the happiest day of my life—my wedding day.” Huang Fu grinned with confidence.

Yet, no matter how they analyzed it, the other’s mastery of the Sword of Yi seemed deeper than their own. Could such excellence truly be achieved just by secretly observing?

Bao’er shuddered, and while Yi Qing tried to maintain a frosty demeanor, she chatted with Qian Xiaoyi at the table.

If one were to reach such a realm, it would mean their Dao body was truly formed. The Dao body could transcend the cycle of reincarnation, and even grant limitless extension of life—a state countless cultivators dreamed of attaining.

Zhang Liang chuckled softly. Though he was reluctant to admit he was the young master of the Holy Sect, a gentleman’s word cannot be taken back. He would keep his promise and serve as the young master for a time.

His junior brother was innocent and pure, having never ventured down the mountain. Everything was a novelty to him, and his endless questions sometimes left Wang Xu exasperated. Yet each time he saw his junior’s adorable face, his reprimands would turn into gentle counsel.

“Mary!” It was as if Violet was witnessing once more the scene of Lianzi and Mary’s first tragedy—Mary’s body torn to pieces by a monster in an instant, the two of them going from playful laughter to lying lifeless in a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

In the apartment, only a few dozen Japanese remained. Gazing at the scattered limbs and remains that littered the floor, none of them had the courage left to raise their swords.