Volume 1, Chapter 51: Cheng Qian, are you serious about this divorce?

Chu Yun felt a pang of deep heartache. Cheng Yan was so gentle, unassuming, and quietly waiting for her blossoms to bloom; she truly deserved Li Zhinan's lifelong pampering.

Compared to Cheng Qian’s cold and aloof temperament, the latter probably wouldn't understand what gentleness and sweetness meant in a lifetime.

"Sister Cheng Yan, don't be too refined. Good men are not in mass circulation. If you don't fight for it, you might just miss out on the best years of your youth," Chu Yun complained on her behalf.

Cheng Yan zipped up her suitcase, straightened up, clapped her hands together, and spoke in a gentle tone: "What is destined to be yours cannot be snatched away by others; if it is not meant to be yours, what is the use of fighting for it?"

"Tsk, your perspective is so broad. If I were a man, you certainly wouldn't be able to escape my grasp." Chu Yun...

Seeing Yuan Hong sitting at the upper seat looking calm and collected with no intention of speaking, Yan Xiao exchanged a glance with Zhou Xianqing beside him.

Sima Yi turned his head to look at Cao Pi, a vicious look flashing across his eyes. Yet within a breath, Sima Yi switched back to a smiling expression.

Liu Bei ordered the music and dance to stop, instructed a messenger to bring Lu Su into the room, and further ordered another messenger to summon Zhuge Liang.

Shen Lingyan was leaning sideways against the door deep in thought. It was only when she was called that she remembered the matter they needed to discuss.

It was just a pity that Fang Zhongyu had never harbored such thoughts. What he wanted was not to acquire profits for himself through such means, which was the very root of their divergence. Over the years, things had constantly shifted through these exact methods, ultimately reaching their current state.

A ball of flame soared from the top of Kuanggou's head, fiercely propping up the plummeting divine tower. Kuanggou's body surged forward, and the Halberd of Heavenly Guidance clenched in his hand was hurled fiercely toward Li Fan.

She glanced at Gu Fei beside her, noticing that he was looking at her with eyes sparkling with pleasant surprise. She smiled slightly at Gu Fei, thinking to herself, *Watch how I help you deal with them.*

Right, speaking of Hu Feng, why hasn't that fool been seen today? Could it be that he knew Yan Qingyun was here and deliberately avoided him?

Zhao Pengbo looked at Chen Niannian with an inscrutable expression. He knew she must have suffered a great deal of grievances; otherwise, she wouldn't have severed ties and now sought to bring down the Chen family.

With a muffled splash, the two entangling bodies tumbled backward together into the wide wooden bathtub behind them. Li Mo could not help but recall the lake in the Phoenix Flower Forest where he had first laid eyes on Yun Ruoyan's true appearance—what kind of breathtaking sight was that?

When Su Lan recounted this matter to Jun Ying, the latter offered no comfort, instead bursting into hearty laughter.

Even if Li Yuanqing’s corpse remained incorruptible and unchanged many years after his death, he would still want to go take a look—the look in Feng Yangji’s eyes made this entirely clear.

After all, human beings are ultimately selfish. If two strangers find themselves in a kill-or-be-killed situation, everyone will secretly hope that the one who survives is themselves.

Noticing Guan Ruoyao’s gaze fixed upon him without offering an immediate reply, Zheng Fan grinned and chuckled.

After both sides tested the computers and confirmed everything was in order, the referee announced the start of the match. For some unknown reason, Dong Lingxue did not take a seat in the team booth, but instead chose to sit right beside Meng Yan.

Naturally, where there is light, there is shadow. Security companies could be considered legitimate, while another faction happened to be illegitimate—that was the assassins' syndicate.

Zhu Tianyun could never have imagined just how massive the impact of his record-tying championship victory would be. For a Chinese athlete to win the long jump gold might be possible. To win the high jump gold might be possible. But to win the 200-meter gold at the Olympic Games—that felt utterly surreal.

Just as the willow branches completely entangled all those dead bones, Li Yuanqing suddenly noticed a hazy, indistinct shadow vaguely appearing in the open space before him.

In an instant, a surging crowd flooded into the end of the alley before my eyes. Judging purely by numbers, there were clearly more of them than the men Xiao Hu had brought to ambush me. Moreover, every single one of these people was holding weapons and exuding an imposing aura, while their leader was none other than Ding Wudi.

The rest of the company also stared in utter astonishment at the bowl in Meng Yan's hand. By now, everyone knew that what Meng Yan held was undoubtedly a treasure. Wuhua's eyes burned with feverish greed, and he even debated whether to risk everything by snatching the bowl and running. However, upon noticing Liu Changqing's gaze occasionally sweeping toward him, Wuhua's heart instantly plunged into absolute chill.

Listening to Caroline's taunts, the group wore expressions of bitter entanglement. Most of them realized that they probably wouldn't have thought of that detail either. If they had been in that position, would they too have lost purely on the grounds of intellect?

Although they understood Yu Bai's immense strength and harbored some guesses regarding her identity, the problem was that the truth far exceeded their wildest expectations.

*Ding!* Dao Mu flicked his blade with his left hand, and soundwaves surged like a tide, instantly blanketing his entire spiritual world. The black and white spiritual lights, which had previously moved as freely as fish in water, suddenly slowed to a crawl.

As a sword cultivator who abandoned the sword to become a herder, Dao Mu had achieved repeated success. One could only imagine the complex emotions stirring in the hearts of those orthodox meditating hermits; the moment Dao Mu was captured, no one was more ecstatic than them.

"Hahaha, marvelous! I have finally broken through my body-refinement to the Eighth-Tier Master Realm!" A look of intense pleasant surprise bloomed across Zhang Tianquan's face.

Right at this moment, the rift across the starry firmament widened further. Suddenly, the starry sky shattered like a layer of mist being wiped away, revealing the world hidden beyond the stars.

Draining all the true essence of the caster was a heavy price indeed. When the time came for the actual summoning, if they failed to slay the enemy, their only option would be to make an immediate escape. Therefore, summoning the Dark Ancestor could only ever serve as a trump card.

"I heard a companion mention earlier that there were other tourists who came here just like us, and that must be you," said the man in glasses.

Zi Yue gazed coldly at the dark-night youth. Her beautiful yet icy face remained expressionless, though a razor-sharp glint flashed in her eyes. The opponent's movements and reactions just now were indistinguishable from those of an ordinary Gold-tier professional; she could find no flaws whatsoever in his reaction speed or muscle contraction range.

Having unexpectedly harvested a spatial ring, Li亚林 (Li Yalin) was brimming with joy and naturally began examining and toying with the ring immediately.

"Everyone has a sense of nostalgia for their homeland. Having left the Western Regions for so many years, it is time for me to return," said Lie Yan.

Li Meng wore a face full of "righteous indignation," pointing at the Liao refugees lying on the ground and loudly cursing them. Initially, he had wanted to offer relief, but then he suddenly remembered that the great turmoil in Dengzhou had just quieted down. If he rashly saved people and was slapped with charges of "harboring Liao refugees with ulterior motives," it would spell endless trouble.