Volume 1, Chapter 21: I Don't Even Like Her

Shen Ruyi rushed downstairs as soon as she changed her clothes to find Chen Fan. To her absolute shock, the moment she arrived, she saw Ye Qingcheng pointing her finger at Chen Fan’s nose and berating him. Chen Fan was her husband, the man she had chosen. She didn't even dare to speak loudly to him, yet now he was being scolded by another woman. How could she endure this?

Ye Qingcheng glanced at Shen Ruyi. She felt no affection for this woman, whose beauty and figure were in no way inferior to her own. There is always hostility between beautiful women. "Who are you? This is between the two of us; what does it have to do with you?"

"If you scold him, it has everything to do with me," Shen Ruyi said coldly. "Now, apologize to..."

Although shattered, as a weapon once belonging to a deity, the Poseidon’s Trident still retained a portion of its power. This fragment, carefully polished by Cang Ye, could serve to seal the curse, though it was only a seal.

Although Gu He’an’s endurance training did not last long, judging by the growth in Mu Rong’s strength, it was already showing initial results.

In the original universe, almost every true spirit of the universe possessed a transcendent divine artifact, and most of the peak experts among them even owned high-grade transcendent divine artifacts.

Dragon breath, carrying the chill of ice and the aura of death, sprayed forth. The necromancer, sitting cross-legged on the back of a bone dragon, waved his bone staff, infusing the icy dragon breath with spell energy and amplifying its power by several degrees.

"Dao Ancestor, has anyone attained enlightenment through this law?" Tongtian asked, longing for the answer after hearing that the power of law was the best path to enlightenment.

Upon hearing Liu Mufeng’s words, Heishui Hongfei stopped moaning. His originally fearful eyes now emitted a strange, cold light. The painful ordeal of the day had tortured his body and mind, and Luo Ziyi’s cold-hearted shove, which had sent him crashing to the ground, had completely ignited his fury.

Liu Mufeng and his three companions each spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. Liu Mufeng’s Red Flame Sword was knocked from his hand, plunging directly into the earth.

"Husband!" When Brother Monkey arrived with Chang’e by his side, she spotted Liu Mufeng immediately. Excited, she ran over and threw herself into his arms, sobbing as she held him.

Among all the spirit beasts it knew, not even a Venerable God-level beast possessed such raw physical power.

An Yishui suddenly said, "Thanks, Xia Tong, but no need, I already have one." She then gestured toward the nightstand beside her.

Yu Silan usually felt angry whenever she recalled her fruitless request for help from Wen Hengxin, and to make matters worse, Ling Feng and Wen Hengxin were known to be close friends.

"Yes, let’s go! I’ll accompany you to find the captain." Bai Yu patted Lin Mengqian on the shoulder and pulled her toward the training room to find Feng Lingche.

"Your combat power is peerless, fellow Daoist; to defeat an Immortal-level expert so easily, I am filled with admiration." The newcomer bowed, his expression full of reverence.

The young man used various talisman arrays and magical artifacts, surrounded by many auras. If he had a status screen, the top right corner would surely be filled with a row of buff icons.

"Don't worry, Mom. Leave everything to me; I will definitely find out." After wiping the last bowl clean in one breath, she pulled Yun Xia out of the kitchen.

Linda had originally expected Qi Xiuyuan to poach an experienced professional from a headhunter to help, but she hadn’t expected a rookie, who even looked a bit dim-witted.

If that’s the case, it must be because Ye Xiao is so handsome that even Ellie’s mother could crawl out of bed to launch a night attack on him. How could you do something so shameless?

"Alright, from now on, every morning after you wake up, practice this set of boxing techniques once!" After Yu Jian finished speaking, he stood up to stretch in the courtyard, and finally, under Liu Buyi’s watchful gaze, he began to demonstrate the forms.

But Jiang Liangchen never furrowed his brow from start to finish, sinking three-pointers with the precision of a god.

The entire city had been lit with torches, as if someone were showing us the way, but we had no heart to dwell on that, heading straight for the imperial palace.

"Alright, Sister Huang, I’ll come to Gong City to find you once I’m done with my business," I said after a moment of hesitation.

Ye Mingzui had handled things so perfectly that even if Ye Qingfeng didn't want to follow through, she couldn't help it. She had a rough plan in mind. Besides, he was only a candidate for Holy Venerable, not the true Holy Venerable yet. What was there to be proud of?

The prestige of the Yun family was, in some respects, even greater than that of the Light and Dark Temples. Everyone knew that the Light and Dark Temples had God-tier experts, and that at any time, more could descend from above. However, in terms of sheer strength, the Yun family far surpassed the two temples.

Zeng Yuanyuan was slightly stunned to see Qingyue leave in such a panic. After all, she was the daughter of the Imperial Uncle’s mansion; how could this person be so inept at currying favor?

I felt quite awkward, rubbing my nose as I asked, "Still angry?" Bai Fei shook her head and said no. I reached out to flick her nose and asked, "Really? Then come play with me." Bai Fei said she couldn't; her grandmother hadn't been feeling well for the past two days, and she needed to stay home to take care of her.

Although those who practice mystical arts have constitutions far different from ordinary people, they are not impervious to blades or bullets; if a bullet passes through the body, they will die just the same.

I brewed her a cup of coffee and then took out the bead, wrapped in my black mysterious energy, to let her see what it was.

Han Shuci nodded! He nodded very earnestly. Ye Qingfeng’s cherishing and concern for Xue Shiyue were the reasons for all these events. As for anything more, Han Shuci had yet to see it.

Startled and furious, he put all his strength into this strike, as if trying to slash away all the fear in his heart.

Yu Niang suddenly realized, "The young lady wants to cultivate her own—" She left the last three words unsaid, fearing that walls have ears.

Xie Lanyin said with amusement, "I’m going for a while and will be back; what would people think if you kept me here?" Even though the royal authority was far less than it once was, the dead were to be respected. Since she was attending a funeral, she could not be disrespectful to the deceased. As long as she remained a subject, she had to kneel and mourn.

Xie Lanyin didn't speak, resting her head slightly on Qin Zongyan’s shoulder. Qin Zongyan laughed heartily, scooped up their grandson—who was watching them with wide eyes—in one arm, and holding his wife with the other, walked toward the inner courtyard. His gait was vigorous, showing none of the stumbling he displayed outside.

Ye Xuan did not move in. Firstly, there was not enough room, and secondly, he needed his own space to carry out certain plans.

Guo Ke nodded. He had initially thought he would have to go through many assessments, but to his surprise, he was kept on after a casual question, without anyone even asking his name.

What could Count Joral’s motive be in sending the letter himself? It didn't take much thought—he simply wanted him to lead his army into the war.

Li Botian bade farewell to Heyin. In the end, he trusted her words and did not pursue Li Liang, though he truly could not fathom why he would ever cooperate with someone like Li Liang, nor could he imagine what nerve Li Liang would have to appear before him again.