Volume One, Chapter 81: Entering the Family Register—No One Can Stop It
Qin Laosan was followed by a group of people. None of them wanted to see Qin Zhan marry a woman who was entirely worthless—especially since her surname was Yan.
They flew with astonishing speed, covering hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the wind in the sky picked up, scattering thick, threadlike clouds everywhere. The bright, clear sky beneath their feet was gone, replaced by a boundless sea of clouds stretching to infinity.
“It’s really happening!” Huo’er, startled, hurriedly stuffed Doubao back into her arms, then leaped up, dashing forward with all her might.
Just then, the golden-scaled fire lion let out a thunderous, mournful roar. It could no longer withstand the assault of the Red Lotus Hellfire; this was the desperate howl it managed before its consciousness was utterly consumed by the flames.
Tang Chuan, of course, could see right through Su Tan’s thoughts. Even though he hadn’t lived on Earth for several years, all places populated by people were fundamentally the same.
By comparison, Shixiang was not faring any better. Her face was covered in frost, her eyes blazing with a destructive brilliance that made her seem more dazzling and volatile than when he’d first met her in her cold indifference. In this moment, she was like a violent princess.
Reluctantly playing along, Lengran could only smile wryly at her, his eyes fixed on her face. The meaning was clear: say what you wish, or don’t.
“Hong Chen.” Looking up, he saw a young man leading a group of elders, forcing their way past the guards and into the council hall. The atmosphere in the chamber shifted at once.
“We never did find out if our ancestors achieved official rank, but the inkstone was handed down through the generations. And our family always kept another surname—Hai! My name is Hai Dongqing!” Dongqing declared with pride.
This made Xie Yunhao even less able to figure them out. Who were these people, really? Xie Yunhao wasn’t a fool; after so many years on the streets, he’d met all sorts of people, but never anyone who could face down the barrel of a gun with such effortless ease.
The court was in uproar, chaos everywhere, while down south, the refugees were remarkably well-behaved.
A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, who was guarding the gate, quickly stepped forward to greet them and took charge of their spirit eagle.
Others might assume his third brother sent him into those terrifying memories of a past life just to break him and Ping’an apart, but he knew better—his third brother truly cared for Ping’an and was doing this to win her back.
To raise a Big-Faced Cat, one had to complete daily quests, buy Great Elixirs, and—on top of that—spend ten thousand gold coins a day. No matter what, it would take at least two hundred diamonds.
There was no helping it—the ghosts and monsters here were even more troublesome than he’d imagined, especially since they all wielded psychic attacks.
Aunt Zhu said, “How could that be the same? Your brother doesn’t even have a son yet.” Old Zhu replied, “What do I care about that?”
Thanks to Liu Tian’s interference, although Guo Xiang remained unchanged, Guo Polu’s name was altered to Guo Hao! Later, when Liu Tian learned the truth, he could only laugh bitterly, but said nothing more.
With command authority transferred, all the reports requiring signatures were returned to the chief commander. Elvis accepted them with a calm expression, but inwardly his heart sank.
Suddenly, everyone trembled, their faces filling with shock as they gazed at the horizon. In unison, they cried out in alarm, terror etched in every face.
His wet bangs clung gently to his forehead, left unwiped. His dark eyes were as clear as if washed by rain. Droplets of water traced the soft contours of his face, leaving faint, darker marks on his collar.
Though Tiangui, the Lone Demon Blade, was a seasoned warrior with steady composure, he was hopelessly outnumbered this time. In moments, he was overwhelmed—his ghost-faced blade could only parry, never strike back.