Volume 1 Chapter 45: Is He Going to Marry Xu Xingyuan?

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The journey from the hot spring hotel back to the Emerald Imperial Residence took nearly an hour. Ji Shu had originally thought that spending an hour alone with Ji Chuanze would be awkward, but since they had once been close, they quickly warmed up to each other. Along the way, Ji Chuanze casually brought up several topics, and the hour-long drive passed swiftly.

The black Bentley came to a steady stop at the gate of the Emerald Imperial Residence. Ji Chuanze rested one hand on the steering wheel and retrieved a box from the front storage compartment, handing it to Ji Shu.

“I was rushed returning to the country this time and didn’t have time to prepare a gift. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ji Shu glanced at the gift box, tilting her head slightly but did not rush to take it.

Ji Chuanze’s lips curved into a faint smile...

The journey from the hot spring hotel back to the Emerald Imperial Residence took nearly an hour.

However, the Meishi family’s relative brother completely disregarded the rules. He bullied others, forcibly demolished property, even resorted to violence — yet in the end, three of his men were stabbed to death.

Peng Zishi, closing in, waved the folding fan in his hand, unleashing three spiritual blades that shot toward Ah Huang.

Xu Yizhen understood this principle well. Yet, having always been used to overshadowing Xu Yiyun, she could not tolerate such a thing.

Han Zifei and Jun Gu looked puzzled, but since Jun Wuxie claimed to have met him, he probably was not an enemy.

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Even Ma Juneng, a scion of the Gu Hai family vassals, was not chosen to enter this mysterious realm due to insufficient strength.

As the bell tolled, the midday sun reached its zenith. Under the scorching heat, poisonous mists silently spread across the eleven peaks of Yunshan. The disciples, oblivious to the impending death, continued drinking and feasting, counting on their brilliant futures.

Wu Fan also grasped her meaning: if the old man was to deploy more men, couldn’t they speak for themselves? Let him say it—not to request reinforcements, but to voluntarily resign. After all, this was his serious dereliction of duty; at least in their eyes, he was no longer fit to protect Qin Xue.

Yun Xiang sent Gu Mo off, her heart in her throat. She was ready to recall him into the space at the slightest sign of a heavenly tribulation. Yet Gu Mo waited outside all day with no sign of the tribulation arriving.

For a moment, Shui Sheng felt a strange complexity in her heart—her face flushing pale then red, her lips occasionally pursed or smiling lightly, coquettish and utterly charming.

Just as Captain An planned to extend the operation, an unpleasant truth suddenly surfaced.

Zhang Hu’s urgency was clear even to a fool. Though he knew Li Wei was fairly skilled, he was uncertain just how formidable he truly was.

“Exactly! Over time, we’ve forgotten how to educate students,” another middle-aged magic instructor agreed.

Clearly, she had known Huang Xie longer than Song Qingcheng had, so why did Huang Xie show no affection toward her?

When the alchemy academy staff approached the follower to “invite” him out, Shen Zhiyou suddenly stepped forward toward them.

Though unaware of the exact relationship between the monk and Ye Tian, since the latter had saved her, she naturally could not just escape.

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Hei Yao stretched lazily, just about to leave for home, when she noticed a long line forming behind her.

Everyone watching her back couldn’t help but sigh in admiration—Shen Zhiyou was far more approachable than other experts; at least she never looked down on others.

In the darkness, the West Lolita looked up, her large watery eyes glistening with tears as she pitifully gazed at Tian Tian.

Ink-black eyes rolled deeply. When Su Zi’s gaze met those profound ocean-blue eyes, she was stunned, lips parted in shock, frozen for a long while unable to respond.

The strength of fire techniques hinges on the flame’s temperature. Although Bai Luo’s strike was effortless, this move required gathering an instantaneous temperature capable of melting steel, consuming a great deal of spiritual power within the mental sea.

Bashutus paid no mind to the short arrow in Xiao Yun’s hand and thundered onward toward him.

“Calling me? What’s the matter?” Qin Fu appraised her from head to toe, growing increasingly uneasy. Judging by her attire—was that dress made of silk? She had passed by a silk shop on her way into town; one piece cost a hundred taels of gold.