Volume One, Chapter 46: Just How Cowardly Are You?

He hoped that Rong Huai would not be too greatly weakened by this ordeal, though regretfully, Rong Jiu could not help but think to himself that he had left him no time to recover. Divorce was hardly considered honorable, even in the city, let alone in the countryside. Though many had separated, most of them were educated youths returning to the city, compelled to divorce their rural spouses due to various circumstances. Ordinary people, however, were still reluctant to take such a step.

Judging from the words of the Snow Emperor, it seemed he had known about this long beforehand—perhaps everything had been orchestrated by him. Wang Cuihua gritted her teeth. “Don’t even think about it!” Her eyes blazed with fury, a clear testament to her anger.

With a wave of his hand, Jiuyue summoned a gentle breeze, brushing the dust from the City Lord’s clothes. The City Lord felt his body grow light, as that force surged into his limbs and meridians, healing his wounds almost completely.

“What happened? What’s wrong with me? I clearly remember being dead!” Xuanji, utterly confused, looked around at the others, who were eyeing him curiously. Had he, perhaps, simply drunk too much and dreamed the whole thing?

Shen Susu’s voice trembled uncontrollably, especially as she saw the coldness in Liu Fei’s eyes—like a bloodless beast, drawing closer step by step. Instinctively, her left hand clutched the quilt tighter to her chest.

If it were not for the reverence they held for the Duke of the Nation and the fact that this was the wedding of Han Yan and Shu Yu’s children’s teacher and benefactor, the guests would already have rushed forward, surrounding the Duke and the newlyweds, offering their effusive thanks.

Mo Fan dared not conceal anything and recounted everything that had happened. After listening, King Xuanyuan fell into thoughtful silence.

Bai Shu steadied his nerves, a chill of fear lingering within him. Compared to the abyss of utter darkness, those hands that had just pressed against his back were, at that moment, the most terrifying enemy of all.

Xuan Yuan Ting finished arranging the Grand Celestial Array just as midnight arrived. Qingluan deployed a concealment formation, and the warship descended, allowing fifteen people to rappel directly into a forest at the Qian position.

“That’s simply not possible,” said Murong Feng. “Of the Sun family, Old Sun’s cultivation is the highest—merely at the mid-stage Golden Core. By the rules of Qiandao Lake, Nascent Soul old monsters cannot participate. Only Golden Core cultivators may settle matters among themselves. If what you say were allowed, Lianyun Sect could send a single Nascent Soul elder and annihilate your entire Sun clan.”

They needed to avoid arousing suspicion with data so extraordinary or share acquisitions so unbelievable that they would attract attention or even cause a public uproar. For such a heaven-defying purchase method, if word ever got out, it would surely set the world abuzz.

Cheng Tian once again explained the cultivation insights behind these techniques. The two listened with joy and immediately began practicing.

“Look at you, such a coward,” Yuan Youqing sneered as she saw Bai Shu sigh.

Feng Xiao brewed the tea—a top-grade Frozen Peak Oolong. The liquor was refreshing and delightful, golden-hued with a honeyed brightness, its aroma elegant, clean, and lingering. A famous teapot with famed tea; truly a worthy pairing.

Tianci Corporation announced that its delisting application had been approved by the Securities Regulatory Commission. Trading was suspended, and a mandatory tender offer was issued, acquiring all circulating shares within a month at three times the suspension price. The Mo family invested in Tianci in high profile, with all funds used to buy out circulating shares in the delisting.

Everything Monkzhi did was also seen by Xue Dongyi in the distance. His thoughts at the moment were much like Bai Shu’s, but the shock and sense of defeat in his heart were far greater.

The God of War was sent flying like a bullet, still moving with lightning speed, but coughing blood several times in midair. As he landed on the arena, the blood splattered in all directions, shockingly vivid.

Wandering through the forest again and again, after circling for half the day, all he could do was reluctantly emerge. Following the beams of light that flashed everywhere, Xia Mingfeng circled the mountain warily, keeping to the foothills and passing through every region.

Chuyun Sect stood in the Ziyang Mountains—majestic peaks stretching for a hundred miles, undulating and soaring into the clouds. Five summits pierced the sky, their true tops hidden from view, with only white clouds encircling their waists.

At this moment, Bi Sheng felt all strength leave his body. His whole frame sagged toward the ground, lost his balance, and collapsed, unable to rise.

“I’d rather something happen to me than to you, Brother Sun!” replied Chen Feng with a smile. The two brothers exchanged a glance and said no more, their smiles conveying all that needed saying.

The atmosphere instantly turned tense. Feng Qingyang was determined to keep Fang Yeghe at Mount Hua, whether because of his connection to Feng Xueye or to investigate matters more thoroughly; regardless, he was unwilling to let Fang Yeghe leave.

After the recent battle, Tang Shang surely understood that he could not defeat Yun Yu on his own. If not for the intervention of that avatar a moment ago, his life would have ended right then and there.

A look of reverence appeared on Ling Sheng’s face, as if the Uncle Master Ziyang stood before him. After a moment, he continued.

“Red Curse Priest?” Mu Fengye recognized the origin of the garment at a glance. It was the distinctive battle attire of a Red Curse Priest: a dark red outer robe and black trousers, with many implements for casting spells sewn into the lining. He remembered that Amaya House had once shown him her battle uniform.

Yet confronted with the sudden intimacy of a stranger, Wan’er could not accept it all at once.

Tao Rong unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his self-control was strong—otherwise, she would have made him break his vows.