Volume One, Chapter 86: She Will Surely Become Mrs. Gu!

"Wen Xuyu!" Yu Fei shouted at the top of her lungs, her eyes blazing with fury and frustration.
"You really have no shame, do you? Flitting between several men, does that make you feel accomplished?"
Wen Xuyu's expression darkened abruptly. After spending so much time with Bian Xunzhou, she had inevitably picked up some of his mannerisms when angry; her demeanor was now inexplicably intimidating.
"Yu Fei, if you’re delusional, go get treated. Don’t go around biting people at random. If you keep slandering me, I won’t hesitate to sue you for defamation!"
Yu Fei, pierced by Wen Xuyu’s glare, faltered and sized her up. Remembering the message she’d received that morning, she let out a derisive laugh. "Oh? Are you threatening me? Don’t you know what you’ve done…?"
While the group was conversing, the envoys from Fengdu had already arrived, stopping outside the city lord’s mansion in Soulflame City.
Shen Yuerong forced herself to endure the hand that controlled her, watching helplessly as another bowl of murky medicinal soup was forced between her lips.
Chi Mu was a little worried about Shen Yuerong, but in the confines of the palace, there was little he could do. He could only signal with his eyes, instructing Qinghua to seek him out immediately if anything happened.
Fortunately for Li Meng, Li Meng’s current strength was negligible, and her sense for combat all but gone. Otherwise, a strike like that might have shattered her skull and painted the floor red.
When Zhang Yixing heard Li Yinsheng’s words, a warmth welled up in his heart. He nodded and, without further comment, went off in search of vines to bind the bundles of thatch.
"Between brothers, accounts must be settled. We can’t let you work for nothing. These five pounds of meat are yours," Yu Xi insisted, stubbornly clarifying the ownership of the meat.
So, when the time comes to retrieve it, won’t I have fifty percent more food at my disposal?
Was that why he’d picked up the rifle, waving it around to vent the gloom that plagued his heart?
Yan Hongying disliked taking advantage of others. Today, she’d noticed the longing for swordsmanship in Li Meng’s eyes. She had intended to personally teach Li Meng the basics, only to discover the girl was hopelessly slow-witted. In that case, let her manage on her own.
The soil here was rich, the sunlight ample; the morning sun shone brightly, while in the afternoon, when the sunlight was strongest, the trees cast shade so nothing would be scorched. It was perfect for the vegetables we’d chosen to grow.

When I first arrived, I tried to feign amnesia but failed. Big Donkey Tooth, on the other hand, managed to fake it—yet you actually lost your memory for real.
"Is it time to eat? I can’t wait any longer!" Gu Yichen, saying this, reached out to grab a pork rib and stuffed it into his mouth.
Qiong nodded blankly, still dazed with shock. Behind her, a blond youth followed closely.
Chen Kai’s heart swelled with excitement. Never mind anything else—just seeing Zhou Heng’s jealous, envious gaze was proof enough of the power of the vessel. He was well aware that the malevolent spirit could possess someone with ease, far surpassing the one sealed within him in terms of terror.
To keep their pastry shops from going under, the shopkeepers flocked to beg Mu Xue to supply them wholesale, hoping to earn a little profit in the process.
After Wang Zhao regained his composure, he glanced around. The place was thick with demonic energy, barren and lifeless. This was the very heart of the Demon Realm.
The bakery’s back courtyard was a large kitchen, filled with ovens, flour, and various ingredients, much like a modern baking studio.
Fang Han expanded his domain once again, his body suddenly shuddering as his face flushed red. Only then did he realize his magic power was completely depleted.
Zhang Xian, along with Chen Shanhe and the others, stood at the ready, all their attention focused in the direction of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, fearful that some new calamity might strike.
But when Gu Han arrived at Cheng Yaojin’s camp, he found it deserted—none of Cheng Yaojin’s people in sight. They had no choice but to turn back and exchange fire with Li Tai’s troops.
The meeting covered various other arrangements. Once everyone had received their orders, Jiang Qinghua led Yang Jian and four or five others toward Leifeng City.
After Baishan drove off in his Porsche, Wu Yishu finally came to her senses, touching her face and discovering something sticky—clinging to her skin and fingers alike.
Within a month, the commercial plaza was being constructed in full swing; the special forces were in training, and their weaponry had been successfully developed. Additionally, a mechanical crossbow box designed specifically to counter cavalry had been researched. This allowed Wang Pingan to finally set aside his worries and turn his attention to the upcoming civil service reform in three days.
Li Shijun entered the office building, then recalled the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, followed by the pounding of fists at the door and loud calls of “Gao Ming, Gao Ming!”
Halfway through the meeting, everyone heard the rapid clatter of hooves outside. A dispatch rider hurriedly entered the council chamber to make his report.

"There’s definitely a conspiracy!" Hearing Mu Sen’s shout, before Lu Bai or Hong Han could react, Gu Gang spoke coldly.
"There’s no need for apologies. Just tell me, what new condition did Grandfather propose? What seems impossible for you to accept—perhaps for me, it’s quite easy?" Though Liu Bin’s heart had sunk to rock bottom, he still tried to sound casual as he spoke to Cheng Ting.
Captain Shi began slapping himself again; this time, he didn’t intend to stop until Wang Pingan told him to.
Given the situation, it was imperative to first understand the difficulty of the upcoming tasks and any potential dangers or consequences. All other gains were merely external trappings.
Liu An sighed. How could he refuse? There was nothing left to eat at home. His father had died on a job a year ago; his elder sister was married but fared poorly, and he still had two younger brothers to care for. Though his sister sometimes offered help, her in-laws were not well-off either.
"How dare you!" Chu Wei’s face turned crimson, his aura bursting forth. Waves of vital energy rippled outward, forcing the young man who had asked to change rooms to retreat again and again.
About half a stick of incense later, the person suddenly awoke with a shriek, startling the chatting men nearby. They all rushed over to find the figure sobbing against the rim of the barrel, tears in their eyes.
With that, Liu An kicked Master Li as if he were a stray dog, and Master Li was knocked unconscious on the spot.
It had been a while since he’d last communicated with Kumarajiva, so Duan Ye decided to use this time to reorganize his forces and reflect on his recent actions. After all, only through such reflection could one improve and pinpoint areas of inadequacy.
Still, Tufa Ling’s noble status was evident; she would surely become the lord’s wife in the future. No matter their doubts, the others dared not voice them.
Qin Xiao, godlike in form, loosed arrow after arrow of silver light, scattering the demon beasts and seizing the chance to store them in the Emperor’s Hall. With his strength alone, he halted the demons’ advance.
"Level six," Chen Junxiang murmured. Upon hearing the number, Chen Junyi’s first reaction was not disbelief, but a sense of relieved resignation.