Volume One, Chapter 41: The Fortress of Marriage

The couple gazed at each other across the distance. From the loudspeaker at the entrance of the snack shop nearby, Adu’s iconic voice was singing: “I should be under the car, not here…”

Lin Xing strode straight into the kitchen. A eunuch, dropping the dish in his hands, hurried over to him.

Jiang Wanyou rummaged through her backpack. The imperial edict only mentioned that the common folk had reported hauntings nearby, with livestock frequently disappearing. In the past, some had gone in to investigate, but none ever returned.

High in the sky, a massive number of evil spirit interceptors locked onto the grand celestial master, who floated aloft, undaunted as a barrage of AEO armor-piercing shells crashed against his Golden Light Talisman, erupting in thunderous booms.

Only a pearl necklace had been broken in his hands—the pearls scattered across the floor. Yan Heng had already ordered the servants to clean up, yet a couple of pearls had been missed.

The Prince of Han no longer cared; as a mere persuader, what was left for him to mind? All he could do was bring these terms to Xianyang.

Nie Ruoxi, having never done business herself, was too idealistic. In truth, a 4S dealership was just a servant to the manufacturers. When the company thrived, you could scrape by; when it went downhill, you could barely make a living.

Others might not know, but Lin Xing was well aware: there were night watchmen outside, yes, but nothing ever happened in the Everlasting Lane. Everyone there was sound asleep, dead to the world.

At night, there are always those who prowl every corner, doing whatever they please.

The next day, An Yi went on duty. Before the emperor, he always played the part of a spirited young man, and the emperor was fond of the vitality in youth.

“This palace does not mean to imprison you here. But considering how you spoke to Zhao Ming that day, I imagine he must bear a grudge.”

The reason was simple: Ling Yi practiced a celestial-level cultivation method; the quality and quantity of true energy generated far surpassed that of an earth-level technique. This was the gap between Ling Yi and Lu Fei.

At a shout of “Fire!” five or six round grenades flew from the assassins’ hands, arcing into the villa.

“Honey, I know—I can’t make it! But to die in your arms, I have no regrets!” Li Mengqi revealed a sorrowful smile.

“Haha… Old Gongsun, the Gongsun family is lively today!” Sun Tiejun’s hearty voice rang out as he entered, followed closely by Xia Zhenming and Li Zhenxing.

“All right, all right, don’t worry. Xuan Lingzi won’t take it to heart.” Gu Xi tried to reassure him, though he wasn’t sure himself. Lu Benshan was likely in for a punishment at the very least.

“All right, all right! I know you’re a good person!” Lin Xier pouted playfully, her fair face alight with joy, and she planted a gentle kiss on Ye Feng’s cheek.

Wu Yu, after thinking it over, felt a headache coming on. He simply stopped dwelling on it, quickly finished his meal, and left the restaurant with his dog in his arms.

Yang Xiao knew perfectly well that Xie Guming was joking; he understood Xie’s character completely and so took no offense.

Jade Exquisite, special equipment. Requirements: none. Cannot be traded or dropped. When equipped, it reduces monster hostility and makes gentle-natured animals more inclined toward the wearer.

Wu Yu sensed a force drawing him toward Mr. Tong. As he looked again, Mr. Tong’s eyes were now nothing but a blank white. Unsure why he did it, Wu Yu casually tossed the bone from around his neck toward Mr. Tong.

Behind the great door lay a place that Magellan found utterly dull: the nearly unchanged stone coffin, dust, and walls made him feel an uncontrollable frustration at his own lack of progress.