Chapter 95: She Is Your Future Granddaughter-in-Law

"This is... 'Jinan Miscellaneous Poems'?!"

Director Du hadn't expected his grandfather to be so generous in his praise, writing three poems in one breath related to the old city of Jinan. He was so moved that he nearly knelt on the spot.

"Since you say these are 'Jinan Miscellaneous Poems'..." Grandfather set down his brush and tested him on the spot: "Do you know their origin?"

"Uh." Director Du was mortified. The grateful tears in his eyes instantly turned into cold sweat.

"Do any of you know?" Song Yan was about to say something when Fang Qiang and Kong Ning escorted him out. A moment later, Kong Ning walked back in and shook his head.

Although the Soul-Devouring Formation was difficult to break, all of these patriarchs were above the eighth rank in cultivation, so breaking through it together didn't require too much trouble.

What's more, the strangest thing about these giants was the deep, round black hole on their chests. It looked ordinary at first glance, but it gave off an extremely dangerous feeling, as if it could devour people.

The porridge distribution site was manned around the clock, as people came to collect their portions at all twelve hours of the day, so the great families had people stationed there day and night. They could clearly overhear the conversations of the common folk.

Cui Jiazhi's eyes widened with fury. He raised his hand and summoned a large cleaver, swinging it fiercely at An Yu. An Yu quickly pulled Fang Youyi behind him and said, "Princess, please step down from the arena! It's dangerous here!" With that, he drew a longsword and charged forward.

Shanshan and Linlin lay in the darkness of the first floor, feeling the oppressive pressure emanating from the second floor. Even if someone forced them to go to the wedding hall now, they would refuse.

Inside the arena, two massive iron cages sat side by side. One held a lion, the other a jaguar. Both were starving, pacing in circles with low, relentless growls, looking utterly ferocious.

Upon uttering those words, Cang Yun felt a stir in his heart—he had finally come to regard his own Buddha body, the severed Buddhist corpse, the present Dark Buddha, Wutian, as an existence unto itself.

"Heaven and earth as my witness, none of that is true. You must know exactly where you stand in my heart. Is it boring at home or not?" Chen Hao shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed and asked.

The soldiers, led by one who looked like their captain, took several steps forward, planted their fine steel great shields before them, and roared loudly.

Long Jian saw that the two of them were indeed calm and collected, as if waiting for a feast—their eyes fixed straight ahead, their mouths slightly agape.

Along the way, wherever Lady Wu went, people would stop to stare and whisper comments about her. She no longer cared about such things, simply walking alone with small, delicate steps toward the town entrance.

Ning Jiu'er tended to him with all her heart. Although Shangguan Yun had not yet regained consciousness, after his meridians were unblocked, he could at least swallow clean water and would not die of thirst. Ning Jiu'er kept vigil for seven days and seven nights until she could hold out no longer, and finally fell asleep slumped over Shangguan Yun's body.

Su Mu walked up to the altar with a gnashing of teeth. Originally, a square stone had weighed down on top of it, but those two stones had suddenly burst forth and attacked them when the two of them were down on all fours.

After Ye Ze left, Biluo slowly pulled the blanket down. She knew well that Zhong Qi and his ilk would never show mercy.

"This is a very dangerous mission. We need to take out those two fellows and pry some information out of them—know your enemy and know yourself, after all," said Jingang.

Fooling around on ordinary days was one thing—they at least had some capital to make a run for it. But now they were going to steal that sage's remains right under their own masters' noses.

The market was a sea of people, and Dong Ru was pregnant, so naturally she didn't dare go anywhere crowded. She obediently stayed by Wei Qilang's side.

Jun Tianzi snapped his folding fan shut, blocking a sword strike from the man in blue, and laughed: "Qiu Shui Han, try this move!" He retreated, then flicked both hands, and bolts of black lightning crackled down in an instant, hissing and sizzling without end.

The one-armed man had been holed up in Stone Wind Village for years. He was clearly powerful, yet he still endured the exploitation of the original Laozhai gang. If the villagers of Stone Wind Village hadn't reached the end of their rope, he wouldn't have stepped forward.