Volume One, Chapter 68: The Scholar’s Wife Shows Her Might, Rebukes Her Relatives and Holds Her Head High

Suddenly, Ji Liao let out a cold shout and stomped fiercely on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, the earth beneath her feet had cracked open, blood seeping from the fissures, and two monks crawled out, reaching for her ankles.

She composed herself, tidied her emotions, and sat quietly in the front hall. Soon, Braised Pork and Dragon Soup entered one after the other, both bowing respectfully before her.

She enjoyed watching her teacher struggle to hold back from intervening when she was in danger; she liked seeing him act indifferent though he was clearly worried.

At that moment, the Liao army was just recovering from the shock of a sudden attack. Their armor was disheveled, weapons unsteady in their hands. Two fearless men charged forward, and Li Jin and Shi Jin each took one down with a spear; both enemies died beneath their horses.

As countless energy attacks surged toward him, Tang Huang's eyes remained utterly fearless from beginning to end.

“These embellishments you use—I don’t think any are compliments for you,” Old Yue glanced at Lu Tou, settled onto the sofa, gently stroking the cat’s head and then tapping Fat Cat’s chin.

Though Niu Xinfeng was dull and foolish, he understood one thing: if he beat or hacked at someone, his big brother could protect him. But if he killed, he’d be eating peanuts—no one could save him.

Zhang Qing turned to Li Jin and said, “I am now riding a tiger and cannot dismount. Since the chieftain is willing to extend a generous hand, I have no reason to refuse. Fine, let it be as you say. However, I have one condition.” Zhang Qing was candid and forthright, exposing his awkward position without reservation.

Tang Huang looked at Shi Gaocong Yi, who wore a white coat, had disheveled hair, and pronounced dark circles under his eyes. Tang Huang’s expression softened, and his voice grew more amiable.

“No, no, no. I’m thinking of you. You haven’t eaten anything since you woke up. Won’t you be hungry while explaining things?” Old Yue retorted.

“Your cooking is excellent, especially the thousand-layer pork. This dish is naturally yours to present,” Chen Zhenhua praised Chang Lin at just the right moment.

Lu Yun paused, then directly cast the Divine Life-and-Death Art. The gate of the Underworld quietly opened.

On the side of the spirits, the fairy continued watching the excitement from the tree, while Bai Lei, after leaving the hotel’s street, began his own investigation.

After escaping the Shen family, Shen Tingyu soon saw Chen Xuehao driving over to pick him up.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room became eerily silent. Qiu Mingqi didn’t know what had happened to make her brother look at her in such a way.

“Isn’t it just a prank? Why send so many people after me?” Bai Lei thought gloomily as he passed a security guard.

At that moment, a sliver of primordial wood opened a gap in the formation. Lu Yun formed seals again, and the Sword Tower expanded, its space opening up and unleashing a powerful suction that drew the spiritual vein inside.

Zhou Yu suddenly felt her nose sting and, unable to restrain herself, wept on Gu Chenze’s shoulder.

Upon entering the noodle shop, Miss Yang still hadn’t figured out why she agreed; her mind felt dizzy.

Of course, this was the worst-case scenario for the Dragon Head. It was possible Morgan had joined the Shadow Group simply to facilitate their escape, or perhaps Morgan intended to flee with the Shadow Group’s members.

Xiao Changyun’s grip tightened as if he wanted to absorb him into his palm and take his life.

Jiang Han didn’t insist on inviting Master Shen in person. Hearing the old woman’s message, she nodded and returned to her tasks.

“Hmph, you dare come!” At that moment, Orson grunted, and a cry of pain echoed from the void. A man in a red robe was abruptly struck out of thin air.

If one can guide others toward virtue, why say more? Let him maintain his pure admiration and respect—it is good.

Xu Anan’s gaze darkened, her face finally showing some discomfort. But she refused to appear weak. The call had already been made, and she had no intention of retreating.

Xia Xi’s voice was soft and gentle; her smile even more so—a beauty, like a saint or a goddess.

Stepping out of the back alley, passing Million Restaurant, she turned her head and unexpectedly found the doors open.

“What have you been busy with lately? Such big events at home, your mother went to the county office to look for you several times, all saying you weren’t there,” Aunt Liu couldn’t help but complain as soon as she saw him.

After two days resting at the oasis, replenishing water and rations, Ye Zihan and Gong Shaoqing resumed their journey.

Zhuang Qingqing alighted from the car in surprise, looking at the lavishly decorated storefront. What did this mean? Was it a hint that she wasn’t attractive enough?

After handing the treasure to Ji Ruyan, the Spendthrift lingered in Granny Qian Yue’s room, still seated at the same table, using its paw to slowly shave the teacup into powder.

“Haitao, don’t… let me go.” Hua Qianying came to herself, her face flushed crimson, instinctively glancing at the elevator camera.

“Never mind, let’s go back!” he said, tossing one of his shoes onto the floor. He remembered buying it himself, so he certainly recognized it.

However, Lu Shuangshuang was no fool. Although she often seemed silly, after so many years with the Lu family and witnessing the elders’ ways, she understood well. She knew Huo Yuanzhen was probing her depths.

Ding Yezi wore a faint smile; Hao Ling stared steadily at the table; Hao Lingzhu looked at Ding Yezi with worry; Hao Lingwei had a look of amusement; Hao Yu seemed troubled, his brows furrowed and gaze flickering as if something weighed on his mind. Madam Shen looked stifled, clearly angry.