Volume 1, Chapter 35: Sisters Wed Together

Consort Xian hurried forward to help Ning Moxue up. "What has happened?"

Although Yun Hao’s sword intent was powerful, the youth’s golden light was even stronger; the moment the sword intent touched the golden light, it shattered instantly.

"Are you f***ing insane..." The Dark Prophet, who had only just fallen asleep, was kicked awake by the old man once again.

She trusted that since Qing Lian had told her to leave, he had likely already prepared everything concerning her resignation.

A burly man with a thick beard and triangular eyes reached out and gave Zhang Yao’s chest a fierce squeeze, grinning as he did so.

The man bowed, turned, and walked out. By the time Qian Jun reached the doorway, the figure was already gone, as if he had vanished into thin air.

Zhang Sanxuan kicked at nothing and wondered where the person had gone. While he was dazed, a fist landed squarely on the bridge of his nose, and everyone around heard the crisp snap of breaking bone.

Before Zhang Sanxuan could even return home, he was seized and taken away. This time, he was not sent to the magistrate’s office but was thrown directly into the military brig. It was where disobedient soldiers were held; the surroundings were clean, but they were given no food. At first, Zhang Sanxuan shouted loudly, claiming he was wronged, but by the second day, he was too famished to do anything but wilt.

Offering ten million in cash was a gesture of sincerity from the heavens. If the other party refused to show respect, then they were clearly looking to stir up trouble.

"What? The existence of a Great Emperor?" Yun Hao clicked his tongue in secret. No wonder he had sensed the presence of imperial energy the moment he arrived at the Forty-Nine Ancient Ruins.

As Lin Tianyao spoke, he continued to rummage through his storage pouch, which was filled with fine wine given to him by the Jade Rabbit—the kind that could only be tasted at the Flat Peach Banquet.

Hearing Red Cloud ask Chang Men, Zhunti, who was standing to the side, hurried over to explain on Chang Men's behalf.

"I asked you what flavor of juice you liked. Who told you to say 'whatever'? Now I have to prepare a little of everything," Xu Yi said with dissatisfaction.

Finally, he suddenly changed direction, turning sideways with his eyes fixed straight ahead at the bamboo grove in the garden, leaving only half his face visible to her.

At close range, Klaus saw it clearly and sighed in wonder. He had not expected these to be the legendary disciples taught by Lord Lin Tianyao; they were indeed worthy of their reputation, each one an exceptionally formidable figure.

The two-year pact—Qing Rang suddenly remembered something. "Seventh Brother, since everything is clear, I shall take my leave. Take care of yourself." She leapt onto her horse and headed in the direction away from the capital, though Hua Shuo had a vague feeling that her destination was not Lin Su.

Jin Zeming looked up slightly as an old man with a head of silver hair and eyes of gold, just like his own, walked slowly toward him with steady, measured steps.

Yan Xiaoxiao frowned slightly. Why did she feel an inexplicable heaviness? Could it be that men also lacked a sense of security? She still preferred him when he was strong and domineering. Later, Yan Xiaoxiao finally understood the deeper meaning behind those words, but by then, many things could no longer return to how they once were—though that is a story for another time.

Du Boxing glanced at him, his expression clearly saying "no kidding," though he did not voice the thought.

Jiang Yue nodded. It was not that he was unaware of how much Xiaoxiao had been wronged, but he had his own selfish motives. Regardless of how Xiaoxiao's mother behaved, as long as Xiaoxiao returned home, things between him and her would be much easier.

"Boom!" The boulder rolled away. The moment Ning Xin flew out of the cave, the evil dragon’s razor-sharp claws struck, shattering a massive section of the cave entrance.

With their sensory perception, these people could naturally judge in an instant that this golden radiance was not driven by the White Ghost, but by someone else entirely.

Seeing this, Kato Megumi’s eyes flickered slightly. She slowed her pace and then gripped the sleeve of the youth who had, without realizing it, taken the lead to clear the path.