Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Ex-Husband Comes to Seek Reconciliation

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Because Wang Yuan was tense all over, fearing that He Jie might come out of the bathroom at any moment and also worried that someone might approach from outside, the infrared sensors he carried were always activated. If the physical form twisted into an illusion, no one could attack or touch it; this was precisely the profound mystery of this grand formation. At this moment, Gu Chen planned to first go to the Three Saints’ location, use their teleportation array to go directly to Yunhai Sect, and then use Yunhai Sect’s teleportation array to travel to another place. Qin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He did not know whether the Earth Master’s Heavenly Seal had a spirit attached, but he was sure that Xin Wu did not resort to underhanded methods. Huang Erhu, eager to make merit, took a swift step forward, intending to retrieve the storage bracelet. Just as he dashed out, Qin Yuan moved as well. Raising his great halberd, he swung it down fiercely—not toward Huang Erhu, who was far away and out of reach, but precisely aimed at the storage bracelet. “This… sigh!” Old Lan had finally stirred Old Lin’s hatred of evil, but before he could persuade him to join, the good atmosphere was ruined. Old Lan shook his head with a bitter smile—it was time to meet Yang Ming. Zhang Cuishan’s face flickered with hesitation, but before he could react, Sun Lanlan stepped on the instep of his foot. Because it was too far, the scene was not very clear; faintly, he felt that the red light orb was something very familiar. Wu Daxiong led Shankou Guizi into another room; after entering, Wei Ying went out and locked the door behind them. The lecherous man’s eyes flashed with resentment, but Xiao Feng paid no attention, secretly delighted—letting others spy was simply a fool’s dream. If in the future he faced opponents of similar cultivation, placing about fifty seeds per array would suffice. Xiao Feng cast his divine sense over the golden tower, upon which the three large characters “Heavenly Saint Gate” were inscribed. A ferocious smile curled at the corner of his mouth. At the moment Lei Yuan felt his strength increase, he did not notice that after he swallowed the pill, a black substance on it surged toward his mind, or more precisely, toward his soul.

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The rain had stopped at some unknown time, and the grayish dawn sky showed no clouds. If nothing unexpected happened, today would be a bright sunny day. After the 23rd Division of the East China Field Army seized Wanquan Mountain, they immediately launched an attack on the 74th Division’s central position. At this moment, she wore only a thin white camisole and black lace underwear beneath, revealing skin as smooth as jade, looking particularly delicate and graceful inside the orange tent, exuding an ethereal aura. Tang Snian’s face and mood were truly as gloomy as the weather. Couldn’t there be some weather forecast at least? Fortunately, the Mu family had long prepared for war, with provisions stored previously. Although food was short, it was not yet critical. Compared to other places where cannibalism had begun, A’Gan was doing much better. I laughed, then stood up and gave the brothers an “OK” sign before following them out of the room. Immense spiritual energy surged like a rushing torrent, cascading from the divine realm down into the mortal world. Tian Yan shouted loudly, striking with his halberd; the distorted space shattered like ceramic with a sharp crack. “I’m following what the Empress said; shouldn’t you be happy?” he raised an eyebrow provocatively. “Chatter, chatter—those things? They’ve long been in my belly. To be honest, the essence left in that garbage is too little, not even enough to fill my teeth gaps.” The demonic shadow was wildly arrogant, turning the kings pale, who felt it was mocking them deliberately. At the rallying cry of King Renzu Li Zong, the welcoming troop suddenly threw down their banners and instruments, merging into a torrent surging straight toward the Qing army camp. “I like both—the calm and considerate Shao’an; the brave and unyielding Shaoping. What about you?” “What are you thinking? Once Yanzhi returns, we’ll set off.” Seeing Wanshou daydreaming again, Gouzi nudged him playfully. Wanshou was good at everything except for his constant absent-mindedness, which he never managed to fix.

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Although after he and Wan’er clarified matters, he had hinted to his elder brother, the latter was evidently not very satisfied with Wan’er; otherwise, he would not have allowed his sister-in-law to gossip about choosing a wife for him. The dragon vein knows the affairs of the dragon vein; you just need to find a particularly large fish for the scales. Jiahe was naturally born and grown, only the feathers shone extraordinarily. The storyteller in his eyes was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen, tall and slender, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with sharply defined features that caught one’s attention. Yet, on second thought, his current masters were a “Half-Saint” rank Nanyang Immortal Lord who looked down upon all immortals, and a fearless exorcist master who roamed the underworld—both powerful figures with countless divine techniques and martial arts. Why abandon the essentials for the trivial? In the end, the three of them climbed into Zhou Zekai’s car. Upon opening the door and sitting inside, Lin Jing smelled jasmine perfume. Remembering she had once said she liked jasmine scents, she felt Zhou Zekai was very considerate, warming her heart. “I want information about that black market.” The first words Qin Chen spoke as he sat at the dining table. In the past, he never took disciples, let alone ones so satisfactory. Thus, he always treated Yan Changlan with extraordinary care, truly regarding him as a son. Even regarding such “marriage matters,” he never wasted a thought on others, but was meticulous and attentive with Yan Changlan. This place had been under martial law for several days, thoroughly inspected inside and out by various factions, wary that any danger might threaten the leaders. In the desolate outskirts, wild grass grew thick. A few locusts crawled on withered corn stalks, preparing to fly away from this abandoned farm. Xu Jiaorong looked closely; this girl was truly celestial in beauty, with a remarkable aura, hardly resembling a mere floozy, much less a seductive fox spirit. Perhaps this time her foolish younger brother would indeed benefit from his folly. “Did King Jing’s army flee in complete rout, failing to halt the rebellious forces?” the old strategist asked in surprise. He did not understand the title of Grand Mentor Meng, but seeing Yan Cen and the monks of Baoxiang Temple highly respect Meng Qi, he was more solemn.