Wendy Side Story 4: The Quietly Turning Wheel of Destiny

"Given the way things usually are around Myeongdong, someone must be putting on a street performance or holding some kind of event!"

Looking in the direction Son Seung-wan was pointing, Chen Zhe also saw the gathered crowd. He reached out to scratch the back of his head, mentally reviewing the information he had looked at the previous night before answering with a hint of uncertainty.

"A street performance here in Korea? I've never seen one before. Hurry, hurry, let's go check it out—"

"We'll move in two days. By then, the backyard of the main store can be demolished to expand the business area," Li Ju replied.

Shortly after, Zoulun walked out of the bathroom. The dim lighting brought back a flood of memories. Taking off his shoes, Zoulun leaned against the bed, wanting a moment of quiet.

After being rescued, General Xue Dingjiang meticulously mapped out all the combat preparations of Boar Mountain and handed the plans to Grand Marshal Lihua and Master Huaizhi, imploring them to lend their utmost assistance and utterly annihilate all the pig-beast demons on Boar Mountain.

Honestly, her reactions were becoming increasingly sluggish. Cheng Jiajia wore a look of vexation, but upon noticing the men's shoes at the entryway, she found them somewhat familiar. Could the person inside be someone she knew?

"Dad, to be completely honest with you! Ying'er and I have already crossed that line! Here is the test result!" Huo Qiong produced a piece of paper.

Zhuang Jian sat quietly in cross-legged meditation. As the golden light cascaded down, with every full circulation of Qi through his meridians, his physical body grew a fraction stronger. Eventually, the golden light penetrated directly beneath his skin, leaving no surface luster. His skin took on a grayish-blue hue, resembling solid rock.

With a flick of his fingers, a glowing arc of blue light coiled around his fingertips, surging with spiritual power before transforming into a bolt of lightning.

Every cultivator who reached this realm practically possessed the aptitude of a deity; entering the Outer-Realm Zen Sect was merely motivated by a desire to exploit the resources under its command.

Everyone was crying. Zoulun squatted down, clutching a silver bullet and weeping; Xiao Wei hugged Yaochi and sobbed; Mu Zi nestled in the arms of 007, crying; and even the usually stoic Xia Xia had reddened eyes.

As for Mother Xia, she kept her head lowered, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, completely heartbroken and at a loss for words.

Empress Yu had not yet figured out how to broach the matter with Emperor Xuan when news of the foreign invasion arrived.

Ling Shuang returned to the main room and stared in a daze at the black memorial tablet standing before it. The black tablet had originally been unremarkable—just a piece of dark stone without a single character carved upon it—yet it had received offerings of incense year round.

On this point, Xu Wantong was not lying. According to the God of Idiots and her younger sister, even true deities like themselves would one day face total annihilation, meaning true, absolute immortality simply did not exist.

However, her cautious expression and the tightly gripped club in her hand seemed to prove that this was a rose with thorns.

Before long, the two returned. They pulled four large stones from their dimensional space and placed them on the ground, after which Xiaoyu retrieved a stilt house from her space and set it atop them.

"I know, Grandpa. Don't worry. Even if the family wants to acquire farmland, houses, estates, or major items to improve our lives in the future, we have to wait until everyone is living comfortably first..." Zhaodi said.

"Arrow Strike!" Creating distance and pulling out a black arrow, Solon chanted an incantation, channeling white light onto the arrow. In an instant, the arrow transformed into a streak of black light and shot toward the Fallen Shaman.

The two made purchases at the fabric shop, followed by a chest, grain, and seasonings, and finally bought needles and thread. After having someone deliver the goods back to the inn, they went out again to buy flatbreads, large steamed buns, and several bowls of wonton soup before returning to the inn.

The Great Daos within his body had barely reached two thousand five hundred, marking his ascension to the level of a half-step Supreme Sovereign saint.

"Of course I know. He is known to everyone in our Qi Kingdom." When Que Die said this, a trace of pride naturally surfaced in her tone.

"Miss Tang." Lian Qiao strolled over at a leisurely pace, a gentle smile resting upon his crystal-clear, ice-like handsome face. Dressed in a long robe of snow-white satin, his posture was exceptionally graceful.