Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Method of Treatment

Jiang Yuexuan merely felt that Su Li was a fine girl, which was why he had wanted her to become his younger brother’s wife. But he did not want their relationship to be forced simply because of his own involvement.

Yijiu, who had been attending nearby, waited for quite some time without seeing his master rise. Unable to bear it any longer, he finally spoke up to remind him.

The previous night, Fan Jinhua had come to understand one thing: he could not protect Fan Yuqiang forever. If something truly happened to him, what would become of Fan Yuqiang?

Wukong gave a low shout, and a purple-gold divine sword appeared in his hand. Yang Jian stared at it in bewilderment, while even the Bull Demon King was utterly astonished.

One after another, the others emerged from seclusion as well. Su Xue’s improvement was the most striking of all. A fierce chill clung to her entire body, making it nearly impossible for anyone to approach. Of course, the cultivation method Su Lejing had given her was arguably the finest cold-element technique for sword cultivators—the Frost Sword Canon. Once she reached the Mahayana realm, her strength would be sufficient to contend with a cultivator at the Tribulation-Transcending stage.

Yet, examined in greater detail, all that could be found were merely the apparent causes and effects. As for the truth concealed behind them, even she herself truly had no idea, and there was simply no way to know.

Xuanchen gave a light cough and opened his eyes. Seeing Yang Jian gazing fixedly at the sky, he could not help tugging at the hem of his trousers.

TikTok was still in its stage of wild growth, and his current income was enough to cover its expenses. There was therefore no need for outside financing—especially since TikTok had already begun developing ways to turn a profit.

Thus, continuing to sit here in quiet recuperation would accomplish very little.

Xuanchen’s face reddened slightly. After all, it was rather embarrassing for a grown man like himself not to know how to ride a horse.

Xuanchen followed behind her, and the way she walked almost made him laugh. Still, considering that she was the lady of Phoenix Play Palace, he refrained from making things too difficult for her.

A clatter sounded behind us—the unmistakable noise of a bottle hitting the floor. We turned toward it and saw a figure standing rigidly not far away. Suddenly, he cried out in a horribly off-key voice, “A ghost! There’s a ghost!” Then he fled in panic.

The Crystal Dragon and the Voidmark Dragon faced each other with equal ferocity before colliding violently—claw against claw, wing against wing.

“Wherever you go in life, you’re bound to meet again. You and I live in the same city, and our homes aren’t even that far apart. It’s hardly strange that we should run into each other,” I said.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from a room on the school’s third floor. It smashed through several buildings in the distance before crashing into a heap of black ruins.

Lu Yu crouched on the corridor railing, staring downward without blinking. His left hand pressed against the railing to keep himself from falling, while his right hand gripped Wei Simeng tightly by the collar. She hung from his grasp like a large sack, blinking repeatedly as she looked around, clearly still unable to recover her senses.

“I’m going upstairs first. I’ll make dinner later.” Without paying any attention to his icy expression, she finished speaking and headed upstairs toward the bedroom where they had once lived together.

The shopping mall’s security guards and several managers were maintaining order downstairs. Judging by the situation, they had already called the police and were simply waiting for the officers to arrive and deal with it.

Perhaps that unfamiliar label had erased every memory Bai Ziming possessed of Yao Beibei, leaving him forever unable to recover them.

“No matter what, the child cannot stay.” How could he not want his own child?

Her hand gently traced the contours of his face. She had never forgotten this face—not once.

That fellow was undercover in northern Jiangsu, but he had not contacted Ye Fei even once in all these days. His old number could not be reached either, and Ye Fei could not help feeling worried.

“It’s all just a formality. Let your lady boss know and tell her to prepare herself. There’s nothing I can do either—who told you to offend Director Wang?” Leng Feifei said helplessly.