The newlywed bride

Xie Qingfa’s grandmaster had once met Ji Ningzhao. At that time, Ji Ningzhao had just awakened from the grand tomb the people of Chu had built for her. She wandered aimlessly in the mountains for two days, and as she was preparing to descend, she encountered Xie Qingfa’s grandmaster at the foot of the mountain.

He seemed to sense that Ji Ningzhao carried an air that was neither human nor spirit, but he said nothing. Instead, he handed her all the cash he had, advising her to first buy clothes suitable for the times once she reached the world below.

“I’m not an outsider, nor would I ever speak of this to anyone. I simply won’t look,” I said, turning my face away.

Li An, relying on his ethereal steps, quickly gained the upper hand, sending the falcon flying after just a few punches and kicks.

“You wish! Do you not realize you still have your and Wang Fang’s son to raise? Do you not see how Wang Fang grows weaker by the day, how she doesn’t have much time left? She needs your care and attention now more than ever!” I glared at him, my brows furrowed in sharp rebuke.

“In the future, whenever we bring Wang Qing to your house, I suggest you prepare a bottle of milk first. Once the child is fed, he won’t cry anymore.” I offered this idea, and everyone agreed with my suggestion.

Li Wei, too, was awed by the aura of the Invincible East. As a spectator, to witness his idol performing martial arts in person was almost enough to make him want to kneel in admiration.

The wound on Situ Yuxin’s shoulder was still bleeding visibly. An illusion capable of causing real harm—apart from the Wind family, renowned for their mastery of illusion, Mu Xing could not imagine who else could conjure such a terrifying vision.

At the very front, a scout discovered a strip of cloth hanging from a tree. Instinctively, he stepped forward and tore it down.

“Enough! The wretch inside must still be in a stupor—that’s his own doing, he deserves it!” I stopped Liu Qing, who was about to act on impulse.

“Thank you!” I smiled warmly at Liu Lian in gratitude before leaving her office.

Nanshu was the most extraordinary host it had ever seen, especially compared to the countless task agents on record.

Meanwhile, the entire central camp of the Russian Empire echoed with thunderous cries of battle and slaughter. Chekov, realizing all was lost, could only flee in haste with everyone he could gather.

“Heavens above! Have I been worshipping a group of fake masters?” Chen Che pressed a hand to his forehead in anguish, his hopes of returning to Zhe cut off completely.

When people finally came to their senses, only Bu Qianhuai remained alone atop the vast high platform.

You Tongying noticed the sharp, probing gaze of the psychologist Geng Nan. As if realizing something, she averted her eyes slightly, attempting to conceal her unease, but the oppressive feeling of being scrutinized would not dissipate. Her fists clenched so tightly that the veins stood out on the backs of her hands.

Wang Yunpeng looked at Lu Yan in terror. Lu Yan had considered everything in meticulous detail, each step calculated, even anticipating whether Wang would fall into the trap. His scheming ran deep—if it were up to Wang, he would never have thought of such things.

Hearing this, the guards and guest retainers, already aware of the situation after so many days, refrained from intervening. Instead, they stepped back, making it clear this was a matter for the royal family, not for them to meddle in. With so many experts gathered here, unless the Celestial Court itself intervened, Zhongtian was already like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape even with wings.

Then everyone sat down to eat. Kou Chang sat alone at the center table in the dining hall, smiling as he ate the same food as everyone else. Most people barely touched their meals, for this was considered the worst breakfast in the world of cultivation.

“It’s not…” Shi Xiaoxin’s heart twisted with pain. Her hands gripped the handkerchief tightly, but as the words reached her lips, her pearly teeth bit down on her lower lip.

After Li Xiaoru got out of the car, she kept holding on to Lu Yan’s hand. Lu Yan tried to shake free several times, but the more he tried, the tighter Li Xiaoru held on. In the end, Lu Yan simply gave up.