Volume One, Chapter 71: Relentless Pursuit

Yang Qian explained, “Yes, my sister is getting married, forming an alliance with the Huo family.” Indeed, the Chaos Giant was formidable—Man Shan’s strength was immense. Though his cultivation lagged behind Ouyang Haotian’s, his presence was even more commanding. The three spoke a bit more; Di Qing greatly admired Hu Sanyuan’s patriotism and talent, wishing to keep him close as an aide. Hu Sanyuan, for his part, had returned to the Song Dynasty out of respect for Di Qing’s renown; their meeting was one of mutual regret for the time lost, and they talked through the night.

The golden-scaled beast with blue eyes felt very wronged—it had merely wanted to follow and see what was happening, to muddy the waters a bit, but ended up being targeted by the crazed earth demon ape. Forced into a fight for survival, it was thoroughly displeased.

Jiang Qingqing’s gaze lingered on us for a second before she turned and stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, I released Gao Shimeng’s hand, feeling a suffocating discomfort in my heart.

The expression on his face already showed he was starting to believe… And, given Pauline’s capricious nature, she could absolutely have done such a thing, so Locke’s face also showed a hint of conviction.

It was a monstrous creature—a bird’s head atop a beast’s body, with enormous black wings. Its wingspan stretched more than ten yards as it swept low over their heads, casting a vast shadow on the ground. Without pause, it charged toward the village.

Each figure wore bright red, festively dressed, but if one looked closely at their faces, they would see they were pale as paper—clearly the faces of the dead.

For example, Tian Zhen and Wang Chong of the Iron Spear—they both escaped. Perhaps a few others managed to flee, but even so, their numbers were small. Meng Changsheng was certain that, including Tian Zhen and Wang Chong, the total who escaped would not exceed ten.

“Isn’t this Princess Lingye…? Why are you in Feinan? Didn’t you join the expeditionary army?” Just as Lingye and her companions prepared to enter the city lord’s mansion, Xigu Oute appeared from the opposite side, also heading for the mansion, his face filled with astonishment at their arrival.

“I actually died several years ago,” Ji Yue began, startling Ji Danian, Zheng Li, and Ji Mei. Fortunately, recalling Ji Yue’s earlier words, they decided to listen to what she had to say.

But Yi Ning felt nothing about such matters. She joked to herself—now that she was CEO, who in the Yi Group could she not command?

A blind person cannot see the road, and relying on a cane for guidance is already difficult. To walk without the cane requires absolute concentration.

The thrust is an attack technique using the front end of a short baton, moving almost in a straight line forward. The thrust is sudden and concealed, not only fast and agile but also quite powerful.

If thrown onto the body, it wasn’t so bad, but a previous employee had been struck directly on the head, leaving a bloody hole and sending them straight to the hospital. She too feared being hit on the head.

The blond-haired group was already struggling to defend themselves; seeing their opponent’s reinforcements, they realized any further resistance would only lead to worse beatings. They fought as they retreated, finally fleeing toward the edge of the campus.

Over the years, every time Jon Capet came to Meicheng for such things, he always chose her room. After each event, she would change rooms, and he would always pick the one she had slept in.

The man in white advanced, striking Chang Le’s chest with a palm; Chang Le deflected. The man threw a right chop at Chang Le’s face, but Chang Le intercepted it with an upward block.

These vague emotions, she had nowhere to vent, so she could only take them out on her sister. Yet her sister knew nothing of these details, truly believing their mother’s remittance was insufficient and their aunt was forced to treat her that way.

Because the training site was semi-closed, Ye Jiaojiao’s bodyguards could not protect her there—not even Jingjing could manage.

Moreover, due to insufficient medicinal strength, this mutation failed to fully grant the “diamond-hard bones” talent. To complete the transformation, he would need to use the Earth Sun Fruit.

Shen Qingyan quietly glanced at the other’s level, then at her own, suddenly feeling her cheeks flush.

After emerging from the passage, Qian Hai looked up and found himself in an enormous space.

The story of Jian Yaoyao becoming desk mates with the stunning new transfer student Qi Sang spread throughout the entire Haicheng No. 1 High School by the second day.

Ye Jiaojiao was so engrossed in her phone that she failed to notice three men already sitting in the room.

“At that point, you’ll have neither wealth nor talent—how will you find a girl to marry? Do you expect Sophora to take my place?” Every word was true, leaving Song Yingzi unable to refute. Based on Jiang Wanqing’s memories, Song Yingzi had long since accepted the Qin family’s five-yuan wedding gift.

Wang Qing was sedated by the arriving medical staff and sent to the hospital, while Chu Lin, at Jian Yaoyao’s request, gave simple first aid before taking them to Shangmei Residence.

Qi’s father spoke with gentle courtesy to open the conversation. Though his words were polite, his eyes were earnest and sincere, making everyone feel valued and causing them to respond with greater seriousness.

“May the Emperor speak plainly,” Di Renjie said. Though he dared not offend the Emperor, he needed clarification.

Suddenly, I wanted to wake up and ask for answers, but all around was pitch black, impossible to find a way out. As I wandered helplessly, a beam of light appeared ahead, guiding me forward. I walked, walked, the light grew ever more dazzling. I blinked once—and awoke.

If I don’t think of a way to make amends, even if Yangyang wins favor with her grandmother, it won’t change her feelings toward me—she likely won’t even want to see me.

After speaking, the old Taoist removed the bamboo basket from his back, took out a candlestick and yellow talisman papers, and instructed Mrs. Qian to bring him a bowl of clear water.

“Playing the flute? Of course not. That’s why I must try a different approach.” With a sly smile, he swiftly pressed his lips to hers.

Just moments ago in the carriage, he had been staring intently at the other’s face. Not only did he not find it frightening, but the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed—almost hauntingly so.