Chapter 18

About five minutes later, the two separated. Chai Jiayin glanced at me with a shy expression, then lowered her head.

Only Chu Tian completely let go of the reins, entrusting all matters to his subordinates.

Each streak of gunlight seemed to scatter in all directions, yet in reality, they formed a circle, enclosing the Black Cloud Demon Bear within, with the beams piercing into the ground.

Over the past month, Su Xi’s popularity in class surged. Because she studied well and never grew tired of helping anyone who asked, often explaining problems better than the teachers, many students felt grateful to her. When Su Xi arrived, numerous classmates greeted her warmly.

After speaking, Geng Haoshi sighed and shook his head, his expression filled with frustration, as if lamenting unfulfilled potential.

After playing for a while, Nalan Ruobing adapted to the game, chose the hero Spade, matched with others for a round, and emerged victorious, even securing a triple kill.

“You’re drunk! Come home with me!” Watching Jing Muya nearly pressed against a man, swaying her fiery figure as she danced.

Startled for a moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside her. Huang Di grabbed her and pulled her down beneath a protruding battlement at the corner of the courtyard wall.

Huang Chao, Wu Ming, and a few others wandered through this vast black sea, moving slowly and using the surrounding coral and seaweed to conceal their forms.

Of course, the members of the Dragon and Tiger Fortress lurking in the layers of bamboo on the back mountain sensed no danger. Their concern lay with whether the Tang army outside the mountain gate would break in, and whether the clan leader’s wedding that night would proceed smoothly.

At that moment, the angel still wielded her long sword, struggling fiercely. The dark, evil aura around her thickened, clearly attempting to corrupt the pentagram array and break free.

With a loud roar, a fierce warship thundered in, dozens of figures swiftly flying toward the Peony merchant ship. Each was a robust man with a grim face, launching an unprovoked attack.

“…So, Brother Niu, will you join us?” Hu Yanhong teased, listing a long string of benefits before asking with hopeful eyes.

After overhearing the conversation, Tie Chong and Shen Jing rejoiced inwardly. They first went to Yang Lianshan’s grocery store and found a note in a drawer. Excited, they returned to the county office with it.

Seeing Xianyu Zhongtong casually dispatch thirteen hundred men, everyone sighed in admiration. Indeed, a true big shot — sending out such a force at once. Among those present, only the prefecture office could muster such a number; the generals present were mostly border guards.

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When news came that Zhang Chuzhen had cleared the shipyard and was expanding it, and also issued rations to the soldiers, people marveled at how wealthy Zhang Chuzhen was — so much silver spent so easily. It would be wonderful if some of it ended up in their own pockets.

“All right, Oranshire, arrange rooms for me. I need rest. These are my two subordinates, they need rooms too.” With that, he strode purposefully in a direction, seemingly indifferent to Oranshire’s response.

In the days ahead, the region would likely see a tripartite struggle among the Black Demon Sect, Huangshan Sect, and Dali Immortal Gate, vying for dominance over thousands of miles.

What surprised Xiao Yi and Lu Xuexin was that around the photon, it was not empty space but filled with countless black particles, drifting freely.

Jiang Axiu sat silently opposite her husband, watching the scene as if an outsider.

Compared to the flood of confessions and apologies under Qi Shi Group and Qi Xin’s Weibo comments, Qi Yan’s side posted nothing but penitence.

Xu Yao was truly exceptional, for her first reaction was neither mockery nor doubt, but fear—she was genuinely terrified.

Miyazaki Ryusei paced outside, debating whether to knock on the door. Afraid of disturbing the section chief’s rest, he hesitated. Afraid the chief might oversleep and delay the execution scene, he wavered.

“I told you to investigate thoroughly before coming. I almost thought I wouldn’t see you.” Qiu Shangqing lifted the tent flap and saw Chen Xing approaching. His previously tense face relaxed somewhat.

Lin Xiao’s irritation flared upon hearing this. Without a better plan, how could he prove Chen Jinming was not Chen Da Ye’s son? Surely they wouldn’t resort to a blood test—that would be madness.

It turned out the large tree growing at the fork between He Street and Liangfeng Street was a yellowhorn tree, also known as a yellow fig or large-leaf banyan.

Wanwan loved everyone dearly and believed the family would grow happier. She still had so many things in her space. Grandpa, grandma, daddy, mommy, second uncle and aunt, you all need not worry.

After overwhelming Jiu Ye Lixiang, Jiang Yifan himself was exhausted. Without the aid of the ox whip and worn down by recent stress, he felt powerless and soon drifted into a deep sleep.

“I just heard Aunt Dong say that An Xinran is going to divorce Meng Yi?” Yun Jingchu asked Baili Wushang.

Hong Tiancheng suddenly spoke up. Huang Tianjiao was about to respond but was stopped by Lan Tiansheng—now was not the time to anger him.

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“Princess, do you think I handled it well? How can I make Brother Ye Yang give up on me? I don’t want to hold him back,” Ling Ruoxi said with a troubled look toward Yun Jingchu.

Her face was pale, hair disheveled; anyone could see she had once been lost and broken.

Yet Qin Miao still smiled warmly, arranging a place for her stay and showing great hospitality.

Two days later, the official media broadcasted the match between Liesa and Chenxi.

Baili Wushang grew increasingly excited, glancing toward Yun Jingchu’s figure behind the bed curtain.

The next day, news came that Yun Xiping was to be sent back to her rural hometown to recuperate. Except for Yun Shangren, the whole family went to see her off.

“I don’t like it. Why should others listen to your songs? Do you like it?” She still sought the artist's opinion.

Since that man appeared, Ye Liangchen took notice. Unexpectedly, he really lunged at Pan Rui. After a moment’s hesitation, Ye Liangchen intervened.

Otherwise, he would have to wait another fourteen years to participate in the next Hundred Tribulations Domain selection. To join the Southern Sacred Court, he would have to wait twenty-four years, by which time the Ten Alliance would have long since begun.

The reporters who entered proved keen-eared, seemingly having overheard the conversation outside and shouting before the two assistants could drive them away.

What surprised Old Liang was that Ye Liangchen, who hadn’t sparred in a week, showed no rust in his movements. Kong Baocai, by comparison, fared much worse, barely managing to complete the full set of moves.