Volume 1, Chapter 68: Matrilocal Son-in-Law

Upon arriving there, she went straight to the potted plant vendor and sold the potted plants for three hundred taels of silver.

Everyone in the company now knew that whenever President Zhang was editing inside, no one was to disturb him under any circumstances.

These words sent a violent shudder through Long Yi, and cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.

"What is even more incredible is that he actually split those one hundred trees apart with absolute ease," remarked the fiftieth young master of the Xu family.

For a brief fraction of a second, Juekong was distracted, and Jin Ri instantly seized the opportunity, countering with a single palm strike. Abbot Juekong managed only a hasty defense before being instantly blasted away.

"Director Zhang, time is tight for the Spring Festival Gala, so your program can be at most five minutes long. What kind of act do you plan to bring to the gala?" Wang Jiuzhou asked after everyone had taken their seats.

The IG team now possessed the strength to go toe-to-toe with the world-class powerhouse KING, reminiscent of their form back at the All-Star tournament.

"You mentioned earlier that this place was originally guarded by two people. Did both of them leave later?" Liu Yi asked.

Huang Qiming gave a gentle nod upon hearing this, then slowly turned his gaze toward me. Wang Qian, understanding instantly, also shifted her gaze to me. The moment our eyes met, I immediately detected a trace of unfamiliarity within Wang Qian's gaze.

Qin Feng successfully infiltrated. When he entered, Ramos happened to be heading out, so the two missed each other entirely without any form of interaction.

"You all step outside for a moment. I have something to discuss with Manager Luo," Qin Feng said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Just the day before yesterday, the motorcade she was traveling in was ambushed by the Crimson Killer Mercenary Corps. A rocket-propelled grenade scored a direct hit on her vehicle, sending it tumbling wildly through the air several times.

No sooner had the words fallen than Yan Yunyan yanked Kemeng up, dragging him to the edge of a nearby cliff—just a single step away lay a bottomless abyss.

Watching the military vehicle depart, Li Kang walked over to his own car, started the engine, and drove toward the martial arts arena.

Howard’s body trembled uncontrollably. After staring at the staff for a moment, he dropped to his knees once more before Summer, two tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

For this general, attacking the Hailan tribe was hardly a wise move. After all, as the middle-aged man had pointed out, even if a war truly broke out, they were not guaranteed to come out on top. The best approach was to have the Hailan Empire surrender peacefully, which was why the general wanted to make one last earnest effort.

Take that Nascent Soul stage disciple from earlier for instance; let alone dealing with any Celestial Immortal stage expert, he wouldn't even stand a chance against a Mahayana stage cultivator.

In the morning light, Shangguan Ai cradled Shangguan Lin, her clear, black-and-white eyes filled with tears as she gazed at Murong Yu standing nearby. The man's gentle eyes were as deep as the unfathomable sunlight.

Guyu made a rough mental calculation. The ambushers were numerous—at least a hundred strong. Their steps were steady, and they moved like the wind, clearly extraordinary masters at the Spirit Division stage or above. These men were plainly different from the human soldiers he had defeated by the coastline last time; their strength was vastly superior, at least.

To their utter astonishment, not only did Lin Feiye show no sign of towering rage, but she was even gentler than usual.

A real man does not shed tears lightly, save for when grief reaches its absolute depths. Haidong's father held back his tears, his voice hoarse, looking utterly exhausted.

Though Uzibushi's words had made Moryo gradually realize that it would be extremely difficult to conquer the Shinobi World relying solely on the Terracotta Army, Moryo remained fiercely confident in his ability to defeat Uzibushi if he were the only opponent.

Thus Luo Ling felt sorrowful, hesitating and wandering, her divine radiance separating and uniting, suddenly overcast and suddenly bright. She held her slender body straight like a crane standing, as if about to fly yet not yet soaring. She trod upon the fragrant pepper-scented path, walking past the flowing fragrance of the thoroughwort herbs. She let out a long sigh of everlasting yearning, her mournful cry echoing long and far.

Before he could let out a cry of shock, the tip of a sword quietly rested against his throat, forcing him to hold his breath and suppress any sound, even as his face flushed red from the lack of air.

"If that's really the case, Konoha is truly in grave danger..." the Third Hokage murmured inwardly, remaining silent beside them.

Huo Xinran had always felt that her brother possessed such fine taste, with the sole flaw in that taste being a gift bestowed by the very person who sent those candles.

"I'll pass, Yang Yang. I've always cherished my hair; once hair is permed, it's ruined," Feilin said with some hesitation. Sometimes, refusing someone's kindness required a fair bit of courage, especially when the other person appeared so sincere.

Curious onlookers were everywhere. Some didn't recognize Chen Hao at all, wondering which celebrity he was since they had never heard of him, while others quietly asked those around them if they knew who he was.

Upon arriving, Luo Anang produced the token given to her by the Blue Emperor and declared her identity as an immortal, offering these people a glimmer of hope for survival.

So that was why Yinhe had stubbornly refused the Queen to the death; after all was said and done, the Queen's so-called affection had nothing to do with genuine feelings at all.

"How… how could this be…" Looking at Mengzi, Chen Zen suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity rising in his heart.

Just like the original owner of this jade pendant, though she had cherished it, ultimately they were fated never to be together.

For a moment, the disciples of the Shura Temple fled far into the distance, each of them restless, their hearts filled with terror.

Dongfang Ye and Luo Bing asked Lin Hai, while Ying Rong also walked over, looking at Lin Hai with a grave expression.

Xu Xian said helplessly, "Why are you two here again? It's not that I'm nagging you, old man, but really—at your age, why must you go out of your way to make things difficult for a young girl?"

The "Xun" trigram brought wind, but it was also an intensely agonizing trial. Yet Wang Erhei could no longer control his physical body, because he had to focus all his efforts on refining the "Remnant Jade Ancient Spirit."

"What did you see?" Sun Qian asked in bewilderment. Seeing Luo Fu, who had been so short-tempered the day before, acting so shy now—her plump face flushed red like a tomato—he suddenly had a strong urge to take a bite out of it.

"You can get lost now." Confirming that Sun Qian had not seen her "private" parts, Luo Fu immediately put on an expression that made it clear she wanted Sun Qian to get as far away as possible.

"How can the methods of cultivation ever involve practicing two different paths simultaneously? Besides, the arts of star constellation run completely counter to our Qingyun Sect's Taiji Xuanqing Dao. Trying to practice both at the same time will get you killed," Chen Fan said.

A thought flashed like a bright lightning bolt through Wunqi's mind: Since Mother Goddess Syro had turned him into a toad, why didn't he defect to the other side?