“Separation does not require the consent of both parties.”

“I’m afraid of the dark, and I don’t want to take the mountain path,” Ying Chongyun declared, completely unabashed. “Are there any vacant rooms at the temple tonight?”

Xie Qingfa, standing to the side, couldn’t help but twitch his mouth, silently thinking, If you want to stay the night, you could at least come up with a better excuse.

There were plenty of spare rooms at the temple for guests, so arranging one for Ying Chongyun was no trouble at all.

Ji Ningzhao even had her own room at Qingci Temple, and the staff routinely sent someone to tidy it up for her.

Xie Qingfa was afraid his sister Ningzhao would get angry—

A sigh drifted from within the wheat fields. Long ago, a great wolf, bound by a promise made with the villagers, had served as the god of harvest here, guarding this land for centuries out of loyalty. Now, it seemed, it could finally let go.

“Help! Tsunami! Help, the tsunami!” The so-called King of Flowery Words, surnamed Zhang, stretched out his two disheveled hands, groping desperately across the waves, waiting for his good brother to come to his rescue.

Before the words had even faded, Zhang Zhetian produced two hollowed jade spheres, pointed at the poisonous fumes swirling about, and instantly the spheres whirled into motion, drawing the foul energy within.

“Hong Tian?” The group sat together in a café, listening to Lü Xingbang recount the story, but who exactly was this Hong Tian?

“You really are decisive,” Li Hui couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly. This peony, who called herself an old woman, must have been a ruthless force in her lifetime.

Then he thought, Cousin Li sponsored quite a bit this time—perhaps it was his people who came in to tidy up.

Liu Mingyan and the others weren’t blind; they all saw the panic in Jin Kaiyu’s eyes, though none could quite understand it.

If one wanted to sell these things, another method would be needed. But who could produce so many antiques at once?

Immediately, several bailiffs stepped forward, dragging the culprit out of the hall. Soon, the sharp crack of the paddle and the wails of the punished rang out from outside, accompanied by cheers from the onlookers.

Lele and Qiao, both perfectionists to a near obsessive degree, had sifted through nearly a thousand photos before selecting just over a dozen. Each chosen image could be considered one in a hundred.

Shen Yuewei was furious—this was practically a slap in the face. Was that all her charm was worth?

Zet’s expression darkened. If his suspicions were correct, then perhaps his teacher had sent him here for the true purpose of annihilating humanity in this world.

So when Qin Ming knocked and entered, Cheng Xin was not as warm and enthusiastic as usual.

And the thousand-year-old wild ginseng, emboldened by Yun Chen’s support, suddenly became lively, waving its tendrils at the drought demon in a rather provocative manner.

Thus he contacted Vegas’s public relations, using the excuse of taking Yu Shikui out for some fun to pull him away from the casino.

“Thank you, Uncle. I’ll take an appointment out of town. The waters here in the capital are too deep,” Fan Shiben replied with a smile.

Liu Aiying was the one who killed Anran’s brother, causing Anran’s father to die suddenly of illness and bringing ruin to the family—a true culprit.

The matter of Empress Qian had yet to settle, when word somehow reached Grand Empress Dowager Sun. She, too, came to see Zhu Qiyu one afternoon, offering him much the same advice.

“Bastard!” On the other side, Long Yuan suddenly appeared, striking another bandit squarely in the chest with a flying kick.

The foundation of internal martial arts lies in stretching and strengthening the bones. This practice develops tendon and bone strength, but it is acquired, not innate. Once the body possesses unified force, those acquired strengths can be fully unleashed.

Should Yu Hong and Yu Lei donate a portion of their livers? If anything went wrong during surgery, their own lives could be at risk. Though tests suggested their livers might not be suitable, there was always a chance—what if, by some stroke of fate, they were?

Country folk have fiery tempers, and when quarreling, tend to let harsh words fly. It’s common for disagreements to escalate straight to blows.