Volume One, Chapter 30: Could It Be That You Like Married Men?

Ji Junyao pulled Lin Ranran aside to recount what had happened during the day, mentioning Yang Daniu as well.

“Sister-in-law, Brother Daniu is a proud man. During work today, he kept avoiding us, staying far away. According to Aunt Yang, he didn’t even eat lunch, and who knows if he had dinner. He’s really pitiful. Xia Zhiyuan is nothing but trouble—she doesn’t like him but still uses him, and today she actually confessed to my brother in front of everyone! Her skin is thicker than the city walls! If it weren’t for my brother’s reputation, I’d tell everyone what a wretch she really is.”

Lin Ranran listened quietly, but her thoughts inevitably drifted to the scenes in the book about Yang Daniu.

In the book, Yang...

He had been in a hurry to save Mu Huan earlier, but he had not missed the fleeting look of guilt on He Meizhi’s face.

Someone once wrote a poem in praise: “A thousand pines play with the sea tides, a single path leads into distant fragrance. The grass’s hue colors the world, the song soars through the border sky.”

The Fire Rite of the Blazing Fire Sect involved scattering the blood of disciples upon the altar, then chaining the one to be sacrificed to a tung oil-soaked pillar and burning them in a great fire as a tribute to the heavens.

I made an agreement with Brother Feng: they were not to leave this place, they could only observe each room from the doorway, never enter under any circumstances. Whether they found anything or not, they were to wait outside for our return. If we failed to come back, they were to leave on schedule.

Meanwhile, another humanoid octopus followed the path the giant had taken. It seemed intent on settling scores with the giant. Yet as soon as it went out, the giant’s massive head poked out from behind a crocodile-dragon—apparently, the giant hadn’t gone far, but had circled back quietly.

At that time, he happened to be handling a major construction project and was quite busy, so he had his subordinates look into it for him.

He fastened the last button of his suit jacket, exuding a cold arrogance as if the whole world was at his feet, surrounded by admirers as he departed.

“That camel is nothing but bones now,” He Xiao called out loudly. Her voice, stripped of its usual charm, sounded harsh. I was taken aback—of all times, why worry about a camel’s bones?

Chen Moran’s eyes widened in confusion and surprise. “You want to arrest me? Not only do you doubt my intentions, you want to arrest me to claim credit! Yan Yunquan, are you out of your mind? What’s wrong with you? Who has bewitched you? How did you become like this?”

After Mu Huan understood this, she instinctively felt that this system was nothing good.

This was only to be expected—such a dense forest, were it devoid even of birds, who would believe it? Yet now, not only were there no birds, there wasn’t a single ant to be found. It was bizarre in the extreme.

How could Qi Tian, long accustomed to wielding power, accept such an outcome? The agony of being left without descendants was something he could never let go.

“What are we waiting for?” The Onmyoji took the lead, striding into the Golden Throne Hall. There was nothing much to see there; everyone headed straight into the main residence, which suddenly felt much more spacious.

Unable to control the emperor, one had to act according to his script; unable to control the times, one could only go with the flow.

Pan Ling didn’t press the matter further; it had only been a casual question. There were far more pressing issues at hand, especially with the meeting about to begin.

Qian Shanyong and Xuan Long had no time to intervene. Startling the other party would be unwise, so they immediately extended their spiritual senses, monitoring their surroundings and keeping alert.

The Heavenly Sword made its move. Seeing the Earth Sword flying toward him, the Heavenly Sword leaped without hesitation, striking with a single slash.

Zhao Kuangyin, hearing Wen Qihang name names, harbored doubts but refrained from showing it. He sneered, “Indeed, the Song Dynasty is teeming with talent—cooks, tricksters, ruffians, monks, all capable of composing works to be passed down through the ages.”

After considering for a moment, he waited until everyone had settled, then convened the respected refugees and Daoist Leader Daniu in the county office to discuss the matter.

What a mysterious world—no wonder Su Chen was so formidable; he emerged from such a secret realm.

The German army advancing toward Zavidovo City, after a night’s march, was utterly exhausted. Yet the captain in the first truck’s cab kept his eyes wide open, watching the outside intently, frequently raising the binoculars slung around his neck to scan the distance.

That night, in the deep stillness, General Li Shou, commander of Chenghan’s eastern expedition, sat alone in his tent, sighing quietly. Sent by his cousin Li Xiong to lead the campaign against Chouchi, his vanguard had been lost before the campaign had even begun.

“Thank you for letting me win,” she said to Xiao Yinfly with a gentle smile after the performance—a smile noble yet tinged with shyness, making her quite endearing.

Gu Ren’s mind raced, thinking about how he could fly into the sky, how he could defeat Mary.

To kill an immortal being completely—who knew what price must be paid? Not even the Supreme Sect could easily bear such a cost.

Wang Yangming was overjoyed; after all, being able to easily deal with one of the opponent’s experts—by whatever means—was a success.

Of course, a thatched hut couldn’t be built too large. Only a few could fit inside: Lady Jinling, Lady Wudang, Lady Guiling, Zhao Gongming, the Three Sisters, Kong Xuan, Yuan Hong, and a handful of others.

Many mortals of the Northern Wastes watched curiously from the open, gazing at the darkened sky. They had no idea what this gloom portended; the faint tremors were not enough to frighten them.

At last, after completing two hundred push-ups in ten minutes, more than twenty delinquent youths collapsed on the ground like dead dogs.

If it weren’t for the eagle’s keen gaze fixed on the Eastern Wastes, it would have been hard to notice that the old patriarch, long vanished, had resurfaced.

That was why she waited until now to ask, hoping Brother Tao would perform the same magic trick as last time.

“No. I didn’t intend to take her away, I just came back to take a look.” Tao Ran was still lost in his feelings when Sakura’s words caught him off guard. Really? She was being hunted before, so her return was understandable, but now she’s back and still doesn’t want to take the child? Could it be that someone is still after her?