Chapter 22: If he were incapable, wouldn't that mean the Xie family line would end with her?

Xie Liwei was genuinely curious. How did Song Wenyue know something he was unaware of?

Was Song Yaozhu really keeping a young lover behind his back?

"Do you have material evidence? Any witnesses?"

Seeing that he was paying attention, Song Wenyue spilled everything she had seen.

"I went out yesterday and spotted my sister at a bookstore. I thought I’d go over to say hello, but to my surprise, I saw her talking to a fair-skinned scholar. She even asked him if he had found a place to stay and if he had enough money. She told him that if it wasn't enough, she could give him a few pieces of jewelry." As she spoke, Song Wenyue scrutinized Xie Liwei.

Although she couldn't read his expression, what man could tolerate his wife cuckolding him?

"Brother-in-law, I really..."

He had once spent a full half-year single-handedly digging through a massive mountain that stood between two cities, carving out a spacious tunnel so the people of both cities could trade and interact.

Forget about the top one-hundred elite teams; they would likely struggle to even defeat a team ranked outside the top thousand.

Now, this casual remark from Wu Bei caused the Bishop to fall into complete suspicion. The seeds of doubt had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to take root. Now that Wu Bei had inadvertently poured a drop of water on them, those seeds began to grow rapidly.

Once the beams of light shot into the sky, they did not dissipate; instead, they seemed to pierce the heavens like massive azure pillars. With every burst of blinding cyan light, those giant beams transformed into colossal, ancient trees of immense proportions.

With Su Hong transformed into a Centaur Chieftain, holding off the attacks from the Night Stalker's defensive tower, Li Dailei and the others charged forward without hesitation. Coupled with a stone giant wreathed in terrifying hellfire rampaging through the fray, a single dive shattered the psychological defenses of the Night Stalker's team.

However, what the Dark Seer did not know was that when Ba Ying and his companions saw the "First Blood" that had slipped through their fingers finally secured, they felt no joy—only a deep, brooding frustration that made them want to curse.

Compared to Qin Rui’s full alert, Solomon acted as if he hadn’t fully woken up, letting out a slow yawn.

When it came to the understanding of the Innate Hunyuan Ancestral Qi, aside from the Dao Ancestors who had stepped into the realm of the Dao, who else in the world could surpass Qin Xianyu?

This was bound to be a brutal battle. Even Sun Yang had no intention of returning alive; as long as he completed the scouting mission and transmitted the results back, that was all that mattered.

A faint breeze drifted by, gently ruffling the youth’s messy, dirty brown hair. Facing the wind, the youth frowned slightly and squinted. His hand then reached out to touch the scabbard of a black iron longsword resting beside a large boulder.

He summoned more slave miners to excavate ore for him, and using a transmutation array, he broke down and refined the raw ore from the mines into brilliant gold.

Han Rou caught the hint, winked at Han Rou, and giggled, "Young Master Yuan Xi, I’ll go back to rest first. Tonight, I’ll join you for a few drinks." With that, she winked at him repeatedly.

Sure enough... humanity is kind. My persistence all along hasn't been wrong. I knew I was right.

The Heavenly Capital was divided into five cities: Tiansheng, Tianfang, Tianli, Tiansu, and Tianqi. Tiansheng sat in the center, with the other four located at the cardinal directions. Tiansheng was also home to the Imperial Palace, the royal mansions, and the main government offices of the Divine Kingdom. The Liu family resided in Tianqi City to the far east, so the journey was not short.

Suddenly—at an extremely abrupt moment—the Scar-faced man’s train of thought was cut off.

Qin Feng did not spare a single person who was destined to become a warlord later in life. He handed the list to Diao Chan, instructing her to burn it immediately after reading.

"You really think Yuan Shao’s target is me? His target is the entire Jizhou province. Furthermore, according to reliable intelligence, tonight, Xun Kan and Feng Ji, acting on Yuan Shao’s orders, will kill Yan Liang ahead of schedule. Even if you kill me, what good will it do you?" Qin Feng paused, then continued.

Li Jia and Kishimoto Kei were shocked. Uraka Ayaka’s eyes welled with tears, and she pointed toward the main hall.

She finally understood why Chu Xuan had given her the blade: if she didn't want to be imprisoned, she had no choice but to kill him.

Ximen shook his head helplessly. Sitting beside Ping'er, Sister Liu watched Ximen’s frustrated expression and couldn't help but laugh; she hadn't expected Ximen to have such a cute side.

"This cat-face pot is twenty thousand! You have to realize that cat-face pottery isn't easy to sell; most people don't want it!" Xu Ruolan bluffed.

Suddenly, Ximen Jing noticed that Bai Ling beside him was looking at him with a strange expression, as if she had discovered something. He clearly hadn't done anything yet, only thought about beating them up, but hadn't taken action. What could she have noticed?

The ambassadors abroad were received one after another by leaders of various nations, conveying a message from China: after the one-month public beta test in China, the game would be released globally, at which point it would be sold to all countries. Please wait patiently.

The spiritual energy moved slowly, passing through the heart meridian and into the governor vessel. Suddenly, Ximen Jing realized he was meeting greater resistance. So, the internal energy cultivated by martial artists also flowed through the Ren and Du meridians.

At the moment, Xue Nianci was still in the recovery phase, the Blade Spirit was sleeping like a log, and those Bone-Attached Needles required pure spiritual energy to be purified. In short, all of them were thirsting for spiritual energy.

Ximen stared with wide, astonished eyes, unable to help but mutter to himself, "Can someone tell me what is going on here?"

Perhaps he wasn't good at lying, or perhaps he was quite skilled but chose to avoid the subject to ensure total safety. If not for my intuition, I think I would have believed him.

Liangliang’s persistent insistence left the three of them at a loss. After a moment of hesitation, Huazi spoke up, "Ximen, how about I apply some medicine for you?" Huazi knew that if she didn't, there was no telling what earth-shattering things Liangliang might say next.

Even without being injured, Yang Zhong was in a wretched state. With a shrill cry, he turned and fled. Five flying needles chased closely behind him, while Ximen Jing sprinted with his straight blade in hand, determined to catch up and "harvest" the old mule's head.