Volume 1, Chapter 36: Failed to Catch the Daughter-in-Law, and Lost the Son Instead

A strange spectacle unfolded in Fortune Lane: two women, a man, and a child were unceremoniously tossed out of a vermilion-lacquered gate, followed closely by two men in military uniforms.

Huo Runduo, swept out alongside Chu Hanliang amidst a "guard of honor" of over a dozen servants, clicked his tongue. "Should I consider this your influence? At least we managed to walk out on our own two feet."

Chu Hanliang, his face dark throughout the ordeal, retorted, "If you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute."

Huo Runduo scoffed, "Didn't manage to bag the wife, and even lost the son in the process. Heh, whether I talk or not, you're no better off than them."

Fu Ersheng and his three companions, who were sprawled on the ground and covered in dust, remained silent.

Lan Lian helped Chu Pei up, brushing the dirt from his clothes, then reached out to assist Qu Lan, only to be pushed away. Qu Lan was well aware of how unfathomable Xiao Changfeng's true identity was. Even she, as his close friend, had nearly harbored misguided thoughts, let alone the others.

Before leaving Tiannan for the Valley of the Medicine God, Xiao Changfeng had told Mu Qingdong and Tang Mei that Mu Yunbing was still undergoing treatment, omitting the fact that her life was in danger.

If this was connected to the Xenomorphs, then it inevitably tied back to an unknown enemy from the ancient era.

This Earth Core Body Tempering Liquid was a divine treasure that countless martial artists dreamed of, yet Zhou Qingqing seemed to disdain it.

This is ridiculous. It can even electrocute people? That’s going too far, and the way they die... it probably isn't a pretty sight.

On the day Nan Sheng was discharged from the hospital, a drama played out in front of an upscale spa: a frail, helpless mistress clashing with the legitimate fiancée.

Lu Yuan sat on the grass, pondering why his cultivation had yielded no results over the past few days. He mused, "Perhaps this book is a fake, not a secret manual of spells at all. Even if I practice the sword, I can't activate anything."

Feng Xi spoke earnestly, dividing the few remaining steamed buns in the food box between the two of them. Having offended the Prime Minister's daughter today, it would likely be difficult to secure food in the future.

Indeed, just as Xiao Changfeng said, the way these people looked at them was exactly the way one looks at banknotes.

He understood these principles well. It was precisely because he had to shoulder the responsibilities left for him, and not let his parents—or that couple—sacrifice themselves in vain, that he chose to return.

"No." Ye Kaicheng replied without a second thought, chewing the shrimp in his mouth and refusing point-blank.

"Why did you ask me to wait for you?" Stepping back, Xu Zuoyan asked as he saw Ye Kaicheng emerge from the bathroom.

Yang Sixu had always deeply respected upright gentlemen like Song Jing. Upon arriving in Guangzhou, hearing the local citizens speak of Song Jing with such reverence and gratitude, he looked forward to their meeting even more. But when he finally met Song Jing, the man not only kept a stern face throughout but never initiated conversation, let alone engaged in meaningful exchange.

Li Longji had initially felt awkward, unsure how to broach the topic, but to his surprise, Song Jing brought it up himself, suggesting that since the decision was made, they should set off early. The Emperor was immediately delighted.

Wuming, having already exhausted most of his internal energy while executing the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, had not yet recovered. Under Jue Wushen's powerful blow, he was severely wounded and sent flying, a mouthful of fresh blood spraying into the air.

This time, he saw a golden light appear in Wang Qiu'er's hand, followed instantly by the light piercing toward him.

Ye Chen’s large hand tightened around Lin Shiyu’s waist, forcefully claiming her cherry lips.

Due to the rapid development of trade, although grain and silk could be used as currency—and had been for many years—they were inconvenient, difficult to transport, and subject to varying conversion rates in different regions. They were never as convenient as copper coins. Over time, the coins minted by the imperial court became insufficient.

"You've been in a coma for so long. The doctors said everything was normal, but you wouldn't wake up, so they gave you nutrient IVs." Ye Xuantian gestured to the bottles and jars on the table.

The man in black narrowed his eyes, a flicker of caution crossing his gaze. He could not track Wu Yang's movements—how could this be?

White light fell onto the stage. Looking out at this completely unfamiliar world, from his initial discomfort to his gradual settling, A'mian found a rare, slow peace that he hadn't known for years.

"Third Master, have you eaten?" Ling Sheng had prepared her own meal; she couldn't stomach the boxed lunches from the production crew—she simply wasn't used to them.

The young man with the bow had long harbored a grudge against Qing Zhichun. Sensing that Qing Zhichun was only at the eighth-tier strength, yet still daring to intimidate him, he flew into a rage, drew the black longsword at his waist, and charged at Qing Zhichun.

"Are you taking me to ride the Ferris wheel?" I had already guessed his intention and asked in a low voice.

"A tribute to our departed loved ones!" Tears welled up in Shi Ying's eyes as she gently sprinkled the wine from her cup onto the ground.

Qing Zhichun shook his head slightly. The debts of the heart are the hardest to repay in this world. Examining her, he found her breath shallow, her bones shattered throughout her body—the situation was critical.

Such top-quality white fox fur was truly priceless; if your luck was poor, you couldn't buy it even with money.

Not to mention the brothers Fu Lengxing had lost, the tiger generals under his command had suffered over two thousand casualties in the starry void. The legions of Zu Mu and Zhao Wuren had lost five thousand, and even the Lingtian Fortress ship was scarred and battered, its main heavy cannon on the Sulus destroyed.

Of course! Nothing is absolute. In moments of uncontrollable passion, excessive actions are hard to avoid.

Yan Han felt a bit saddened. Although he knew that was only a clone of Beitang Zhenming, the clan leader had once said that the clone possessed an independent consciousness, and felt its own loneliness and pain.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Long was disappointed, but he agreed, repeatedly urging Lin Tian that if he ever went to Jinling, he must notify him first.

Once outside, he bowed to each of his uncles in turn before walking toward the mountain pass without looking back.