Volume One, Chapter 21: Does She Really Think She's a Princess Consort?

And he had never imagined such a commotion would arise. Perhaps his uncle had only intended to test the waters, yet now, even his own house had been brought down by his own actions.

The entire street watched them depart, but the snow wolf, after a few steps, suddenly bared its teeth and twisted back to glance at the defeated and disheartened followers, ensuring none were acting out of line.

Yuan Anping was caught off guard by the old man’s sudden question, puzzled, but he answered truthfully.

Yet how could there be two Su Jingwen? There was only one truth: one of the two must be an impostor.

“Oh, big sister, you’re quite arrogant,” Qu Qingran sneered coldly, refusing to heed her words and even poking into the groove in the middle.

But now, Wei Zheng not only refrains from acting thus; he has allied with others to persecute the loyal and righteous. In that case, Wei Zheng has lost all value and reason to exist.

This fruit, when first tasted, would make one’s teeth ache with sourness, accompanied by a slight astringency.

He felt as though he had never truly understood that plump, ever-smiling middle-aged man.

“Even if I’m sleepy, can I sleep if you’re beside me?” Qu Qingran scoffed softly, turning her head away.

“How could I not? She is in the open, while we remain in the shadows,” Fei Wan’s watery, peach-blossom eyes held an unseasonal sharpness as she gazed deeply at the tightly shut cabin door.

“...This was my master’s dying wish,” Tang Lichuan said, turning toward the urn containing the ashes of Zhen Jiu behind him.

“Rest assured, I revived him. I used the resurrection technique my master entrusted to me, and now he is lively and well,” Ni Lianqiao said.

Before them stood three stone tablets, simultaneously suppressing something. This showed how formidable the entity sealed beneath must be, requiring all three tablets to restrain it. For context, even the mighty Master Renjie, the Ghost Lord, was sealed for ten thousand years with only a single stone tablet.

“Yes, yes, your father hired them, not you. Look at you, so smug, you stinky brat,” Brother Xu cursed along.

They exchanged glances. Considering their current predicament, they had no fear of suffocation, but given the stone walls surrounding them, escape by breaking through was impossible.

“I sent people to fetch you; I want you back safe and sound. Damn it, now that you’re leaving, I’ll hold them off. Whether you live or die once you leave this bar is none of my concern,” Cheng Fei declared.

“Two orders of pan-fried foie gras, two salads of potatoes and fresh mushrooms, French grilled fish, plus two cream beef tomato soups, and a pineapple bun. For dessert, coconut milk pudding,” Lei Yuting ordered, handing the menu back to the waiter.

Then she drew the long sword she had already strapped at her waist, its blade razor-sharp and gleaming with a faint, cold light under the moon.

All three felt a warm glow in their hearts, especially Poison Fang, who had never imagined that Wuxin, merely a high school graduate, would be so magnanimous. If Li Xiang didn’t owe her loyalty, it would be a betrayal of conscience. Poison Fang and Blade Edge were fiercely loyal to their own but cold and merciless to outsiders.

“Move!” Baili Nuyun ordered, telling Tang Lichuan to carry Zhen Jiu while she retrieved her belongings from the stone cave. She glanced once more at Gao Guan, who muttered in his sleep. She did not wake him, fearing she might abandon Tang Lichuan to investigate the gold mine. For now, her priority was Zhen Jiu and Tang Lichuan.

Upon reading the two characters on the paper, the assembly of sect leaders showed varied expressions, some even turning grim.

Daojing Zhenren looked anxious, Zhang Sheng lowered his head in silence, and the disciples of the Kunlun Sect kept glancing back repeatedly.

“Hmm...” What Zhao Yi had not expected was that just as he placed the immortal bean at Kaos’s lips, Kaos’s body pressed against Zhao Yi’s, devouring the bean and seemingly trying to swallow Zhao Yi’s lips as well.

At this moment, it was a matter of choosing sides. No matter what they thought privately, at least outwardly, everyone urged Jiang De to be wary of the authorities.

The eldest swordsman smiled bitterly: “Not only Yu Ji thinks so, but I fear Wang Yi does as well. Otherwise, Wang would not have gone to such lengths.” The swordsmen nodded in agreement.

“Roar!” Xuehao shook its somewhat balding head. Its once robust steps now faltered, and eerie purple auras began to shimmer faintly over its pure white body.

“Defeating you is as easy as crushing an ant,” she sneered coldly, clearly provoked.

Dian Wei chuckled heartily, leading his men excitedly to battle Guan Yu. Behind him, Dian Man hoisted the banner emblazoned with the character “Dian,” following closely. The Long Xiang Guard charged in unison, ready to contend fiercely with the saber-wielding warriors.

After the fight, he began explaining the use of the hook-scythe spear. The spearhead functions like a regular long spear for stabbing, while the side hooks can slash enemies or catch and prevent their escape.

However, the four dragon kings’ subordinates, who were glancing at each other, could not help but feel cautious. They nervously looked toward their lords, seemingly awaiting orders.

In the void, a terrifying, twisted ripple exploded. Suddenly, the most powerful ancestor of the Northern Abyss Sacred Clan tore through the void and appeared.

Chu Yi grasped the man’s palm, easily lifting him before slamming him heavily onto the ground.

Feng Jiaoniang suddenly rose to her full height and declared loudly, “Since the hatred runs as deep as the sea, I will personally exact it. There is no need to rely on others.” Having spoken, she leapt forward and vanished into the dense forest.