Volume 1, Chapter 22: Return Date Uncertain

"It’s Ruan Yingying again! If you love her so much, why don’t you find a way to take her back? Why do you keep clinging to me? Get out, just get out!"

Her lips were pressed into a tight line as she raised her voice, her tone laced with extreme disgust and anger.

Lele reckoned that this line couldn't have been thought up by the second brother-in-law himself; it must have been his younger brother who coached him to say it.

However, although he felt a pang of reluctance in his heart, Zhenyuanzi did not hesitate in the slightest. After all, he himself aspired to reach sainthood, and since that was the case, he could not afford to harbor any compassion.

Inside the commercial building of the Luo Group, Luo Jinshi had just returned and settled into her office. She noticed some tea leaves sitting on her desk. Upon opening the package to smell them, she found the aroma quite fragrant.

Seeing this, Master Xuandu and the others could not help but secretly heave a sigh of relief. They then prepared to set sail again, venturing further forward. Master Xuandu’s group was convinced of their objective, believing that the successive sneak attacks by the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit and the others were merely meant to sabotage them out of fear that they would advance and locate the members of the Jiejiao sect.

Sashan was indeed worthy of being the king of the Central Continent; their elite camel cavalry possessed truly extraordinary combat power. Although part of it was due to the fact that the Hetao warriors were not battle-hardened veterans, the Hetao army's defensive formation buckled inward during their first collision, which gave Zhu Xigao himself quite a shock.

In that moment of delay, Qiu Mu and Xue Qingcheng had already flown to stand behind Xin Jiao, joining forces to block Helian Tieshu’s attack.

The timely reinforcement of tens of thousands of Holy Temple cavalry completely shifted the tide of the entire encounter in just over ten minutes. The Central Army had no choice but to retreat, and I, along with Jiao’er, was able to continue rushing to other battlefields.

Immediately, a dragon-shaped purple aura was seen supporting nine golden flowers, each the size of a peck. The colors were dazzling, shimmering and flowing. As the purple dragon circled, it lunged toward the golden flood dragon and the green snake, while the golden flowers swirled incessantly around Ling Yun.

It wasn't that he was angry; it was just that he really hadn't touched "meat" for a long time. This gluttonous cat was truly ravenous now. Yet, Luo Jinshi was still sleeping so soundly—what a sin.

Zhu Zhu watched the farce unfold and lost all appetite. She merely sipped some water, barely touching her chopsticks.

Jin Ya’s words were not veiled in the slightest, so the upperclassmen nearby heard them, and the air was filled with their whispers.

Troubled by a sliver of hidden anxiety, Zhao Jizu lost his good mood. He leaned against the side of the carriage, half-closing his eyes and brooding over his thoughts amidst the bumping and swaying of the carriage.

"Because Heaven believes that only the Prince of Anhua is fit to be Emperor! Zhu Chenhao is unworthy! Otherwise, why would Heaven have sent down the prophecy stone to enlighten Your Highness?" Having said this, she grabbed his hand, urging him to believe.

When Yang Qinghe arrived with Dorji, the scene was still in complete chaos. Everywhere were tall, burly men carrying goods and shouting loudly, while Kuangtu was hunched over, learning the Sia tribe’s blessing prayers from a tiger.

"I spent six whole years." Six years of enduring hardship and biding his time, all for this very day.

Han Guang, just like his name, and like the aurora shimmering on the horizon during the polar night, was cold, yet possessed a lethal beauty.

By May, Wei Shan had already impatiently written to his hometown, describing all the beautiful sights here to his family and urging his father and the others to come. When the old father heard that Wei Shan’s location was filled with fertile black soil and boundless plains, and that their garrison had easily cultivated over ten thousand acres of land, he simply could not believe it.

Yunxiang was skilled with hidden weapons, but there were none here. The cow-hair needles she used now were not fine enough and did not fully suit her needs. Furthermore, she wanted to craft more defensive weapons, such as the Pear Blossom Needles in the Rain, to protect those around her.