Volume 1, Chapter 39: Angering Lu Yunduan

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Ma Daiying wore a look of bewilderment, as if shrouded in a sudden fog, and muttered to herself: "This plot twist is too bizarre. Could they have made it any more ridiculous?"

"My lord, those are nothing but baseless rumors. In truth, I ended that marriage long ago. I now live a solitary, quiet life, and I hope you will not be so quick to believe such hearsay."

Lu Yunduan nodded gently upon hearing this, a sudden realization dawning on him. Whether in the world he once knew or in this strange land before him, rumors were always like drifting smoke—never to be trusted.

"I see," he said, his voice steady and calm.

Lu Yunduan thought to himself...

Given Song Mingyue’s current abilities, it wouldn't take her many days to get to the bottom of this, and a few days would be more than enough.

In the crime scene investigation office, they would occasionally compare fingerprints sent over by the local police stations or the criminal investigation brigade.

Before the words were even out, his mouth was sealed by Xiao Hongyuan. It was hardly a kiss; it was a voracious gnawing, like a beast encountering its prey.

Five years had passed, yet Su Xuanyue’s beauty remained undiminished; if anything, motherhood had only added to her grace.

Though I was curious as to why he would want to involve himself in this matter, since it was his choice, I had nothing to say.

Originally, according to Elder Fan Jian’s calculations, he had sensed the existence of the Flame Spirit Sword Mark, which had been utilized brilliantly by Xie Xing. Thus, he wanted to test whether it was possible to awaken the Metal Spirit Sword Mark.

Everything could be explained now; there was only one possibility: the person before him must not know him.

Startled, Xie Xing unleashed a sword domain, the sword wheel spinning as he attempted to envelop the crowd. But the purple light transformed into a streak and erupted first, and one by one, living people exploded in an instant.

As soon as I answered the phone, Yang Yue’s urgent voice began chattering away.

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Suddenly, the floor of the cabinet shifted. Taken by surprise, Tantai Tianwan tilted, sliding down with the floorboard into a secret chamber.

"Go! This way!" Qiaqitu jumped down, clad in a type of diving suit.

Inside the Ming building car, Ming Cheng drove while Ming Fan sat in the back, gazing out the window. The atmosphere was deathly quiet, making every word seem lonely and sorrowful.

After drawing the curtains and taking protective measures, Uncle Li prepared to exert his strength. He rolled up his sleeves, held his breath, and focused. A moment later, a powerful aura emerged. Uncle Li was already drenched in sweat, repeatedly gasping for air.

When I walked out of the hospital, I was stunned, completely at a loss. I didn't want to go home, nor did I want to go out and play. I found a place to sit and ponder what regrets remained in my life, determined to do everything I could within two months.

Ye Zhen left him a phone number, and he left Ye Zhen his phone number and address. Ye Zhen did not hesitate; with the phone number, the address could be asked for later, but he could not afford to delay. Ye Zhen adjusted his tie.

The reason this place was chosen for the meeting was because Sun Huan said he was born here and was very familiar with the local people, making it unlikely that anything would go wrong.

Long Qingchen and Long Jinxuan’er had slightly more points than Ge Ning and the others because, during the battle with the Hanging Alliance, the pair had taken the opportunity to defeat several members of the organization.

"What do you mean? If I’m not at the company working, can you still pay me my salary? Never mind, I’m just joking. You haven't arrived at the office yet, have you?" Wang Xi was likely not at Ye Zhen's office, but having checked not long ago, she knew he hadn't arrived by six o'clock.

"Brawling? Is your brain filled with water? I was acting in righteous defense, do you understand?" Shi Xiaofeng roared. He was already in a foul mood, and to have his act of chivalry dismissed as "brawling" was more than he could bear.

Shi Xiaofeng spent three days in the hospital, bored to death. Although there was a television, he had no heart to watch it, worried only that missing two months of work would get him fired.

Though she lacked a physical form and couldn't even be seen by others, worrying about this so early seemed somewhat redundant.

Fortunately, these foundation members cultivated by Wu Zhi were the very pillars of their Dali Dynasty today.

I thought for a moment and decided to play some psychological warfare, responding pretentiously: "Lüshun is our Baize demon clan’s territory; there is no need to worry about sneak attacks."

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My mistress owns the renowned Flower Shadow Pavilion; I wonder what sort of item the old man left for me to inherit?

The graveyard held no aura, and I couldn't even see the "graves." I only inferred their existence from the positions of the dozens of ghostly shadows. Their distribution appeared chaotic, but if one imagined them as burial mounds, it all made perfect sense.

After all, she could cultivate in peace, no longer needing to roam the world at his side, constantly facing danger. Plus, there was that Buddha Lotus throne, which resonated with her Han family heritage.

Sang Li frowned with discomfort. After eating a few bites of food, she lowered her head to message Ye Juan, asking if he had finished his exercises.

If she hadn't known Lu Hanchuan was coming to find her, and that Ye Juan was by her side, she never would have come to the door.

I stepped forward and bowed to Old Xing. He nodded and bowed slightly in return as a gesture of thanks.

The two walked out of the apartment building. The sun shone warmly upon them—a rare clear day in winter, with the thick snow melting under the sunlight.

"Ninja Art—Shadow..." Before the youth could complete the technique, the puppet controlled the kunai freely using the chakra threads attached to the end of the blades.

"Sect Master, the Second Elder speaks the truth. As long as we find Jue Wuyue, we will surely find Jue Chen. But I fear Jue Wuyue and Jue Chen are together," the Third Elder agreed.

Two tall, foggy figures emerged from the mist. They had heads but no faces—no eyes, noses, or mouths—as if their faces were shrouded in gauze.

"Shang Guan, do you know your crime? Knowing that the Young Master was being hung in mid-air by that boy named Shentian, you failed to capture him for me. Are you truly rebelling against the Shang family as the Young Master claimed? You must remember that you are a direct descendant of my Shang family."

"Very well, since that is the case, Ao’er shall make the trip." With that, Ximen Ao left the grand hall. Ximen Qingyu felt relieved; he did not believe that Shentian’s cultivation level could exceed that of a True God.