Chapter 28: The Wager with Madam Su

Su Manman watched the people at the main table exchanging toasts and laughter, feeling like an unnecessary presence. Ever since she’d refused the family’s arrangement, her grandmother had stopped treating her as one of their own. Her mother spent her days scheming to get her to divorce, while her father was always away on business trips—there was no one willing to reach out a helping hand.

Ye Feng approached and led Su Manman to sit at a guest table. Noticing that her gaze lingered on the main table, he…

How naive you are for someone your age, Chu Ningxiang thought with a wry smile. Everyone present surely understood that perhaps the Dao Ancestor of Bosuo once favored the lineage of Qingyuan Palace, but that was only for the sake of Fairy Yaoyue.

The Demon-Suppressing Seal ceaselessly battered his body. The strange power continued to spread within him, relentlessly destroying his internal organs. If it wasn’t dealt with promptly, the consequences would be unimaginable. This realization left the Undying Demon King deeply shaken—he finally understood the might of the Demon-Suppressing Seal, which was undoubtedly the bane of all demons.

Tang Yi glanced at Su Wan, stifling a laugh. Tu Shuo and Min You stared at Tang Yi in surprise, while Tang Yi shot another look at Su Wan. Tu Shuo and Min You followed her gaze toward Su Wan as well.

“Take me to see Commander Long. He’ll reward you generously!” Huo Quming could only plead on the ground, clearly at fault. Even though he hadn’t succeeded in his misdeed, snatching someone else’s victory was still a crime.

“Electric Shock!” came a soft command. Guo Hui shot out another stream of thread from his hand, this time the spider silk was even more vibrant, as red as blood.

Suddenly, a faint scoff echoed between heaven and earth—a voice laced with disdain and mockery.

Qian Zhong, recovering from his shock, frowned as he looked at Yun Hao, who stood before him in a tank top and shorts, slippers on his feet. How had this janitor managed to get in here?

Zhang Tiansheng firmly believed in one principle: if the road is right, no matter how far it is, you’ll reach your destination as long as you keep walking. But if you’re on the wrong path, then no matter how long you travel, you’ll never arrive. It’s truly meaningless.

“Yun Hao…” Xiao Zhenye greeted Yun Hao as he entered, but Yun Hao stopped him with a gesture and spoke.

Just what level of strength does Gao Zhishang possess? Could he have reached the legendary rank of a sixth-grade martial artist?

Let’s reconcile… Su Han decided to use this opportunity to tell him about her pregnancy. It was a truth she would have to face eventually. She could no longer bear this aimless, anxious existence—without him, everything felt lifeless and pale.

The county constable’s expression changed at these words. He was newly appointed to Pengcheng County and had only heard rumors about the Saimentang bandits, notorious for their brutality and murders, entrenched in the mountains northeast of Pengcheng. If he weren’t still unfamiliar with the area, he would have led his soldiers to wipe them out long ago.

Old Master Xu was right. To refine the Spirit-Gathering Pill requires the skills of a Medicine Sect master. In this world, such a figure is revered as a near-mythical presence—no one has ever seen one in person. This speaks volumes about the pill’s rarity.

This remark left everyone stunned yet again. No one had expected the Poison Overlord to have investigated matters so thoroughly. What secret still lay hidden?

“Really?” Now Shuai Ying was completely unsettled! His lion-like eyes widened, flashing a frighteningly fierce light.

Who could know the true strength of this giant tiger? In this Holy Province, neither humans nor spirit beasts could be judged by the standards of the Mysterious Realm. If this tiger matched Yu Gang’s power, they were in real trouble.

After Ye Junxuan’s birth mother passed away, Ding Meilin did everything she could to marry into the Ye family. If Old Master Ye hadn’t named “that condition,” Ding Meilin would never have had to endure Ye Junxuan’s sour temperament.