Volume One, Chapter 47: He Said, "My Wife"

“Is that so? Then tell me, did you ever develop feelings for Gu Mei, or for Lin Xue, Zhao Xue, and Li Xue after sharing a bed with them?” Qin Mu let out a cold laugh.

Looking at the indifferent young man before her, the old man felt a flicker of displeasure, but reminded himself that they had all survived bitter days, lives that had honed their personalities into something sharp and bristling with thorns. There was nothing incomprehensible about it.

They could kill their own without hesitation—perhaps she and Shen Lang truly wouldn’t survive the day.

With such a large group, and with Cao Jin such a conspicuous target riding on horseback behind their carriage, it was likely that their whereabouts had already been discovered by people coming from every direction.

The corners of Li Ling’s lips curled involuntarily, her mind momentarily tangled, and she found herself at a loss for how to respond to Xia Qi.

“What’s wrong?” the ghostly cultivator asked anxiously, mistaking her look for discomfort.

She felt a pang of worry—at this pace, walking and stopping with time spent searching for food and water, would she even be able to catch up with the army of a hundred thousand?

And now, two new types of corpse puppets were rushing straight for the forbidden grounds’ entrance, moving in an orderly fashion as they began to arrange a formation.

She hadn’t expected him to throw those words back at her—her lips moved as if to speak, but in the end, she said nothing at all.

Here, the dense forest rolled on in endless waves, a sweeping expanse of green as far as the eye could see.

“This Xu Chuan’s swordsmanship…” Master Jiu Yu was incredulous. He was a Grand Saint, and so was his opponent. He had infused his letter with a poisonous intent, combined with secret venom, enough to leave even an immortal reeling. Yet Xu Chuan’s letter, infused with sword intent, had almost overwhelmed him?

The old Daoist master Yun, perhaps overwhelmed with excitement, forgot to maintain his composure. Or perhaps his emotions were so complex at this moment that he spoke without thinking.

Yuan Ye felt as if a fierce fire had been lit in his chest, while Ling Qiqi seemed to be exuding a chill.

Xiao Mingyu was no less capable, and had chased Liu Mubai all the way. If Liu Mubai hadn’t been so unreasonable, dragging her through a wild chase and indulging his love of duels, she would have surely arrived at the Flower-Pinning Pavilion before the Crown Prince came to fetch her.

Just as the quarrel was at its height, a faint voice drifted over. Tang Qing frowned and looked up, seeing Song Juan approaching with a man in a dress shirt.

The beam of the flashlight swept forward; inside the cabin were several intact porcelain vessels, and in the silt at the bottom of the sea, scattered bits of gold and silver.

Earlier, he’d wondered if only one of them were exchanged, would Charizard and Blastoise end up fighting on the spot?

During this period, Nezha had burst in once, but no one paid him any attention. In the end, he left in stunned silence.

Because it was so far from land and the conditions were so harsh, storms would strike without warning.

Standing before him, Allen truly deserved his reputation—he had grown powerful through his own efforts and possessed a remarkable talent for Pokémon battles.

It was a dim cavern. An eight-meter-long Spined Beast was sprawled atop a bluestone, dozing.

Elsewhere, the forest trees were a vibrant green, but in the Black Mist Woods, there was not a trace of green to be found.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and the lights were off, leaving the space dim. The sleep had been so deep that, upon waking, Dai Dai’s head felt heavy and her eyes gritty. Instinctively, she touched her forehead, then her face, unable to decide if she had a fever.

Lan Shengxue, her arms braced weakly on the table, finally spoke, “Phantom, you and Mo Tong are both soulforms. The reason I said the Soul Lock Chain can be opened in a special way is because soulforms can unlock it more easily than others.”

Crushing Earth Slash: Leaps forward a set distance to attack, dealing massive damage in a wide area. Cooldown: one minute.

As the coffin lid flew open, everyone could see inside. To their shock, it was completely empty.

She watched for about three minutes, then stopped behind an evergreen tree at the back of the palace. She crouched down, twisted the tree, and as the stone slab beneath her feet opened, she dropped straight down.

Thus, the forbidden grounds of the Sui family had become truly off-limits. Most within the clan were not permitted to enter, let alone outsiders. Apart from a fearless figure who had ventured in more than twenty years ago, no one had ever attempted to trespass since.

Bei Mo Qianye waved a hand, signaling Xiu Feng to depart. Qian Hua, sharp-eyed, saw Xiu Feng leave, and looking around, spotted Lan Shengxue and Di Yunshang.

“Take this—my shotgun blast!” Instructor Barton’s face was all smiles, brimming with confidence as he shouted at Chen Qiubai.

Luo Tianyang had pondered this question for a long time, growing more fearful the more he thought about it. If Wanyan Jie was there to protect the ancient tomb, he might be lurking behind to strike. That was why Luo Tianyang had sealed the entrance with a barrier talisman.

He hadn’t slept all night, but no one questioned it. Everyone quietly took their leave, and when Luo Tianyang and his companions stepped outside, only a few guards remained watching the bronze coffin, sipping tea and chatting.

But Hu Tian, with just one glance at the herbs, accurately deduced how long the barbarian soldiers and Qingyi’s group had been unconscious, even describing the environment at that time. This left Li Tian both astonished and incredulous.