Volume 1, Chapter 20: The Second Concubine?

At the wedding, Lan Qu linked arms with Han Qu and slowly walked toward the stage. The guests erupted into applause, and Lan Qu’s face was radiant with happiness as she stood behind the man, who had his back to her.

“Young Master…”

The man turned around, revealing a face she knew all too well.

“Second Young Master?!”

It wasn’t the dashing Marshal Han Changliang but the Second Young Master Han Zhenhai. Lan Qu’s eyes widened in shock.

“How could it be you?”

Han Zhenhai’s expression was indifferent. “As long as it’s a member of the Han family, does it really matter who marries Miss Qu?”

“But it was the Marshal who arranged our childhood engagement.”

Even though Qu Pan had returned, she was still recognized as the legitimate eldest daughter of the Qu family. Lan Qu would never agree to the Han family making a last-minute substitution.

Leaning close to Lan Qu, Han Zhenhai whispered, “You are a fake heiress, and I’m a fake young master...”

Tang Yulong, following Chen Si’s demands, went alone to meet him. Chen Si forced Tang Yulong to take his own life, just as his father had years ago, before agreeing to release Xiao Tian. To prevent Tang Yulong from being coerced, Xiao Tian took her own life with the curved blade of a master from the Five Poisons Sect.

At the neighboring bar, two employees noticed a growing crowd of young people gathering outside the Fourth Bar. It was puzzling—this wasn’t the largest or the most upscale bar on the street, so why were so many suddenly arriving?

Over drinks, Han Jun and his roommates learned much about Binda University from Tang Ming. It was as expected: the school’s management was lax, much like universities across the country. They practiced lenient admissions and easy graduations. As long as students passed their exams, they would receive their diplomas, and the school even promised job placements.

Liu Badiao listened nearby, chuckling. “Brother, drying a pair of underwear is a simple task—just a matter of moments,” though he was too lazy to elaborate.

I have absolute faith in the quality of the camera. To do a good job, one must first have the right tools—this principle, Su Lun understands better than I. Nikon is a top-tier manufacturer in the field of optical instruments. Their digital cameras and camcorders are sold worldwide, with performance beyond question.

This favoritism was like adding fuel to the fire, escalating the conflict until it became uncontrollable. The turmoil turned into violent chaos, engulfing not only the German, British, and Russian expatriates but also the Chinese residents of the concessions.

While this gave Yi Ying a clear advantage, it was not necessarily unacceptable. Otherwise, those who knew they could swear allegiance to Princess Da Ming through certain channels but still refused would face the princess’s unwavering resolve.

Peng Hanyi nodded, choosing not to dwell on the officer’s name but immediately addressing the issue of lax military camp security.

As temperatures nationwide began to drop, the people of the southern city had already donned their cotton-padded clothes early to brace against the cold.

“Heh, big brother really thought this through. With these discs, our Longmen and the Tang family will be far more efficient conducting affairs in CD City. Haha,” Lin Tao laughed heartily.

“Who else could it be? Gao Yuan!” Xu Fei smiled. Over the past month, she had also tried driving that car—it was quite good.

Upon hearing Ye Chen’s words, despite a flicker of hesitation in Li Xiaoxiao’s eyes, she broke free from his grasp and strode forward.

At this moment, Shen Feng’s cultivation was majestic beyond measure. Alongside the several demon kings who followed him and over two thousand virtual immortals from the Tiandimen sect, if he so wished, Bai Yushang and Lu Changqing would face utter destruction.

Then, the form of the Great King Pangu began to dissipate. Eventually, he transformed into countless tiny particles, floating dust, vanishing into the void.

How could Lin Jiao refuse Bai Xue’s simple request? Moreover, she herself was eager to see how the embroidered cross-stitch would look when framed.

The cultivator looked at Zhang Yang, who returned the gaze. Neither dared make the first move, wary of the other’s strength.

She was still designing the pattern; the embroidery from ancient times was far too rigid. She wanted to stitch something she truly liked.

Gao Yuan was utterly confused—what was this about? He followed the director out of the classroom, with two police officers closely behind, as if fearing he might run.

Struck by the “Ghost Fate Spear,” Daoist Qingxuan felt his body shatter. With all his might, he swung the “Earth Spirit Gourd,” sending the “Ghost Fate Spear” flying out. The gourd then unleashed a powerful force, enveloping the entire square outside the Fengke Hall, securing it firmly.

At the hotel entrance, Chen Long shivered involuntarily, a surge of urge to flee welling up inside him. He hesitated for a long time before finally shrinking his head and stepping inside.

The Korean royal family and key ministers were all captured and imprisoned in a common camp guarded by ten thousand infantry. The remaining forces stormed the city of Hanseong, suppressing all resistance within.

At the moment of Long Cheng’s death, Pao Tianming cast a disdainful glance toward the spectators from the secluded sects. Damn it, five major bosses’ heirs? What kind of taste is that?

Finally, turning around, he bowed respectfully to Li Lingtian, his face filled with reverence and admiration, his eyes shining with pure devotion, without a hint of falsehood.

Lan Tianyue’s expression changed, unwilling to resist even slightly, quickly retreating backward. At the same time, other disciples of the Qingyue Sect also flew back, avoiding being torn apart by the oppressive force.

The old woman’s cries grew louder and more urgent, her hands beating on Xiong Ti’s back, demanding he put her down.

“Now, I want you to listen carefully to every word I say from this moment onward.” I composed myself, looking at my reflection in the window glass, speaking in a low, grave tone.

Having slain two Great Perfected Divine Kings, I shifted my target, using spatial divine power to imprison Tai Hao Divine King in the Heavenly Prison Cage, and finally destroyed the divine king’s third eye with finger power, annihilating his primordial spirit.

But as Elder Feng emerged, he was immediately surrounded by five figures emanating dark, malevolent energy.

“Everyone, return. No need to pursue.” The man in the black brocade robe watched Xiong Ti’s retreating figure and ordered no chase. He thought to himself: as long as the Blessed King is in his hands, sooner or later Xiong Ti will come back to demand his people.

The two empty seats beside Liang Jin’s were soon taken. Deeply focused on the stage, Liang Jin barely glanced at the newcomers. After they sat, one of the men suddenly shouted loudly, “Huazi, I love you!” Damn, what a crazy fan!

The blazing starfire of Angji truly lived up to its reputation as the second strongest known flame. As it regained its scorching heat, the sacred power immediately recoiled in fear, no longer daring to make contact. Even the waves of light that had been surging ceased entirely.

This mushroom forest, by any ordinary human standard, would hardly seem like a place that could conceal anything within.

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