Volume 1, Chapter 28: It Is Your Good Fortune to Marry Me

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The old powers perished alongside natural disasters, while new forces emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The old guard might have lost its former glory, and the new arrivals might lack restraint. The shift in power between the old and the new fueled a pervasive and increasingly brutal competition.

At that moment, the waiter handed us our packed meal. We bid each other farewell and hurried back to our room.

It was obvious that the car belonged to that man; after all, as far as I knew, no one in the vicinity of our street could afford such a high-end vehicle.

Within the Blood Realm, there was no peace. Two terrified, mourning-stricken ghosts in black robes remained, along with ninety-nine wandering spirits that needed to be dealt with.

As it turned out, Zhang Hao and his group were blasted straight out of the castle by a counter-attack from the raccoon warriors. Four or five unlucky souls from the Taihu branch were left bleeding, the most miserable of whom had his rear end bitten by a stray bullet from a matchlock musket—the odds of that happening were so low he could have gone out and bought a lottery ticket.

Unless Shao Zhengfeng changed his tactics and started using yin lightning, yang lightning, landmines, hand grenades, or some other "miracle weapon," he might have been able to throw Qin Shou into disarray. Otherwise, even if Shao Zhengfeng achieved enlightenment and ascended to the heavens to become the God of Thunder, even if the heavenly thunder he summoned possessed the power of the Tunguska event, it would still serve as nothing more than a firecracker for the castle’s guardian, Qin Shou.

Yao Jing’s actions were unintentional. To be honest, she didn't expect to obtain any useful information; it was purely a self-comforting measure of doing her best and leaving the rest to fate.

Although these woodcutters were members of the Yunyang Sect, their status, while seemingly lofty to the common folk of the mundane world, was actually quite low within the sect itself. In fact, the status of low-level cultivators was even inferior to some body-refining aspirants, because at the very least, during the body-refining stage, the sect would not force them to do such menial and exhausting labor.

Zhao Han shrugged, his gaze passing over Zhao Yu like a sharp, piercing awl. It bored through the Zhao estate gates, traversed the screen wall, the long corridors, and other structures, ultimately landing deep within a hall inside the mansion.

Although she was only four years old at the time, the warm memories were clearly etched into her mind.

Xie Chengwang and Zhong Wei exchanged glances. It was their first time being insulted like this in their lives, but since they were the ones who had committed such deeds, they had no face to argue with Nan Zhengyan. They could only hastily straighten their clothes and leave in a wretched state.

"The Empress is wise." Since that was the case, Nan Xueyu said no more, instead turning her thoughts to her own plans.

"...Do not make me lose all hope in you." Barely steadying her emotions, Zhaolu raised her head, her expression blank. Her gaze remained fixed on Yu Feili, neither fleeing nor hesitating.

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Whether it be fist techniques or palm styles, they must be paired with the corresponding footwork, otherwise the power of the martial arts cannot be unleashed. It can be said that every good martial art has its corresponding movement patterns.

"Not only did he not die, but he has now mastered the divine arts of the demonic path; it was I who helped him achieve his desire. If you, too, were to submit to our Great Zhou Martial Emperor, then your wish to become the leader of a Daoist sect would not be difficult to fulfill." The demonic beast used honeyed words to persuade a surrender. As the saying goes, to subdue the enemy without fighting is the highest form of skill.

The Scorpion Society, the tenth-ranked violent organization in China, had over ten thousand members, though its core consisted of three hundred people. The society engaged in destructive acts across the country; robbery and plunder were their creed. They used scorpions tattooed on their faces to distinguish status within the group.

Lu Yan couldn't help but think: her figure was the result of so much hard work. She ate nothing after five in the evening, avoided greasy foods, and insisted on exercising regularly. A good figure was not so easily attained.

Amidst the complicated gazes of the crowd, Liu He bid farewell to the old men one by one and left the banquet. Xiao Mulan naturally followed, even forcibly pulling him into her car.

To this, Bai Yifei merely gave a disdainful smile. He didn't covet such titles; he understood human nature all too well. Tang Hao had once been crowned with such a title, only to be knocked off his pedestal.

Su Yun returned to the driver's seat, deciding to follow the fishing boat to witness their grand harvest. Such a sight was not to be missed.

Gu Weichen widened his eyes, staring at her with a look of clear accusation—why wasn't she continuing?

Wei Yichen drove Matsumoto Dairo’s car toward the Kyoto Yamashin-gumi. Along the way, basically no one dared to stop him.

Luo Hua was quite relaxed and comfortable, defeating one opponent after another with his explosive tennis ball technique.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was even more delighted; the factors of cruelty and destruction excited him. He looked at Luo Hua, and past grudges replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern. Anger, jealousy, resentment, and many other negative emotions occupied Lin Feng's soul.

Back when the Island Nation team completed their final trial mission, they received a reward: "System space, transportable low-value supplies: 10 tons; supplies transportable out of system space: 100 grams."

A young man wearing a black trench coat, leather shoes, slicked-back hair, and sunglasses stepped out from the passenger seat.

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Su Enxi and Jiu De Mari stared at Lu Mingze with wide eyes, both uttering the same exclamation of shock.

Setting aside the fact that this matter was related to him, even if it weren't, Wei Yichen would not stand idly by.

She had intentionally warned Meng Lan. What people fear most is becoming complacent, and she had to prevent the Gu family from being hurt again.

"Yan'er, is there nothing else I can do here in the Jing Kingdom? I just want to know if you are doing well." Ye Yunfei asked with a bitter smile.

Kagami Jin stuck his sword into the floor, the blade pointing toward Fan Zhuoyuan. He stepped back with his left foot, braced his right foot against the back of the sword, pressed the tsuba with one hand and gripped the hilt with the other. The posture was extremely strange, yet the deathly aura was even more intense.

Bai Yuekui also knew that since the Heavenly Dao had chosen to reward this item, there was naturally a reason for it.

"Bowen, what do you think?" Zhu Yuanzhang did not intend to let Liu Bowen off the hook, pointing him out directly for his opinion.

There is a saying: "Just do good, do not ask about the future." If not for Wang Youli's kindness back then, how could Liu Hongjiang be here to accompany him today?

Meng Dongdong didn't stand on ceremony, pulling open the car door and jumping into the passenger seat. Once inside, he looked left and right, reaching out to touch everything.