Volume One, Chapter Thirty-Four: The Prince of Yan Surrenders!

Yang Liu’er hurried back to her lodgings to discuss matters with Zhu Hong. She revealed her plan to trick Chou Qianjian into participating in the martial arts tournament for marriage, intending to escape with Yangyang on the day of the final round.

No wonder Arui had mistaken her that day—if one only listened to the voice and didn’t see the person, it would indeed be easy to make such an error. Was this just a coincidence?

As dusk slowly gave way to night, it was no longer possible to travel. The proprietress and I huddled together; the night had turned chilly, but thankfully there was a fire, and everyone managed to doze off in their bedding. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but in my dreams, I was strolling through the streets with her, serving as little more than her porter, of course.

“It’s a deal.” The proprietress’s eyes sparkled, her laughter narrowing her eyes to slits and revealing a mouthful of silver teeth, her joy inexpressible. She knew it would succeed, and with this body, she could live another life.

Early the next morning, after getting into a rather decent minivan, they truly did unlock my handcuffs. Then, as if we were all really going on a trip, everyone chatted, joked, and bickered as we headed for the airport.

“We barely said anything, just exchanged a few jokes,” Tang Lingxuan said helplessly.

Wuchen could sense that the other party spoke the truth: he really could kill him, but simply hadn’t. In this situation, if Wuchen showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, he might well become the target again.

Madam Wen saw nothing wrong in her thinking—since Lianxin had been absent for the past thirteen years, it wouldn’t matter if she continued to be absent in the future; it was simply maintaining the status quo.

Leaving the hotel, I was still somewhat dazed, feeling a pang of guilt toward the proprietress, but not knowing what to say. I sighed, watching helplessly as she walked away. I wanted to reach out and stop her, but felt powerless—what use would it be?

“No time to worry about all that—let’s just go in first!” Tingting yanked open the wooden gate, pushing You Xiao into the tunnel with her. Instantly, darkness enveloped us.

The Wind God’s spiritual intent, unlike the Battle God’s, which was primarily for combat, excelled in support. If nothing else, at least Meng Bai’s longed-for ability to fly now seemed within reach—a glimmer of hope at last.

Jumping Jack remained calm, deftly brushing aside Tan’s incoming kick with one hand, then unleashing a fierce counterattack with a clenched fist.

Ignoring Chen Feng’s gaze, Ge Ya spoke out loudly, and immediately the crowd erupted in a tidal wave of cheers—this was the moment they had longed to witness.

“Your Majesty needn’t worry; Her Ladyship will not simply leave,” Li Yuan, who had served by Liu Jian’s side for years, saw through his concern at a glance.

Mao Leyan nodded, pressed a focusing charm to the foreheads of Consort Ning and Consort Lin, then sat cross-legged between them and began the ritual to transfer the fetus.

Turning back to Jinzu Nong—this team was only up to a sixty-point standard. Strong for their region, but still a ways from the top teams, let alone on a national scale.

This suggests that Zhang Jinwu wasn’t merely “tormenting” his pupils, but also testing and selecting a worthy successor. Even so, Li Chun should not have failed this trial; why he wasn’t chosen remains a mystery.

“Do you think Qianmo is finished?” This question sparked a flash of anger in Lin Bixiao’s eyes, her voice turning cold.

No matter why Shen Jiaming was injured, the fact that he turned to her afterward must mean she held a certain place in his heart.

The young master of Yunluo she had just faced was utterly beyond her; the sword energy was so fierce that she would be cut down instantly if she tried to resist, no defense could withstand it—a complete and utter overpowering.

Chen Ran said nothing, simply blinked at Sophia in shock, indicating he had heard it too.

But if I didn’t go, I would be letting them down after agreeing, and I had just decided to become a true geomancer and gain experience—how could I give up this rare opportunity? And, most importantly, this job would earn me a hundred thousand yuan.

“There are three places under my jurisdiction, but the one giving me the most headaches right now is the Spirit Gathering District on the Earth Seat,” Huang Lei said with a frown, glancing in that direction in some distress.

The system of cultivation known as the Pathless Way was unraveled by Xue Wusuan—not only in the world of Heavenly Dragons, but also in Wind and Cloud, and Resident Evil. Similarly, others besides Zhong Kui were being watched by the laws of their own worlds.

Once the crisis passed, I collapsed to the ground, only then realizing I was covered in wounds—all of them inflicted by Fatty and his two companions.

This was a wraith leader, entrenched for years on the ancient battlefield of Nomumankogu, leading a band of lesser wraiths in a constant search for a suitable body to possess, but after countless years still failing to find one.

Zhao Yun dispatched his personal guards to summon the Yulin Heavy Cavalry, while Huang Zhong ordered the gathering of a thousand light cavalry. The two then began deliberating the details of the upcoming battle and how to coordinate their forces. Soon, Huang Zhong’s thousand light cavalry and Zhao Yun’s five hundred Yulin Heavy Cavalry had all assembled.

Just as the giant chieftain fell, two male giants standing guard outside, hearing the commotion in the cave, rushed in at top speed.

Let’s hope they don’t eat too much, or we’ll lose money—nothing worries a buffet owner more than customers like that.