Chapter 35: The Second Brother Finds His Goddess

Song Shijing’s hands trembled, his swollen lips twitching as he violently shook off Su Yanyan’s hand. He stumbled backward, standing frozen like a walking corpse.

The air was filled only with Su Yanyan’s hysterical cries and curses, each one striking a chord in the hearts of everyone present.

"Meng Shuyue, have you no shame? A girl like you, caught in such a mess, and now you’re making sure everyone knows? Aren’t you afraid that no one will ever want you?"

"That’s right, you’re already pregnant out of wedlock; what more is there to fear being said about you?"

"Boy, can you speak without so many interjections? You sound like a woman when you talk!" Basheng replied with a solemn expression.

"Senior, do you not intend to open it and take a look?" Seeing that Zhong Kui had no intention of doing so, Xia Yang could not help but smile and remind him.

Later, it became clear that it was because Chai Shao had died, and Yue'er harbored resentment toward him, that she spoke those words he would forever keep in his heart.

Along the way, Xia Ye briefly recounted their journey into the Langzhong Mountains to Situ Haoyue, who in turn shared his own group's experiences within the range.

There was a Tianbao Pavilion in this marketplace, filled with countless treasures. Three years ago, after Du Ziping emerged from the marshes, he had come here to purchase medicinal pills for his recovery.

Now, at this very moment, Liuying rose from the sofa. No longer huddled, she walked to the window and gazed out at the vast, white snow, which looked exactly like that snowy winter back on her home planet.

Yang Ye paused, turned, and looked at the graceful silhouette, saying, "No need to thank me. The moment you fulfilled your end of the wager, our business was settled. When you feel your strength is sufficient, you may come and challenge me again." With that, Yang Ye did not linger and walked further inside.

Upon saying this, Zhao Xue seemed to realize she had spoken out of turn; her face flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head and took three steps back.

The young man’s eyes narrowed, and he spoke, enunciating each word clearly: "A spatial tunnel, an extra-dimensional space, a Mandela demon!" This young man was none other than Yang Xiao, the master of Tianxia Tower, the foremost among the top ten sects.

As his finger touched the giant golden sword, it shuddered instantly, then dissolved into a sky full of starlight that rained down.

A young man with a cold, stern expression was seen flying toward the scene. His features were sharp and well-defined, making him remarkably handsome—not a whit inferior to Qin Ming—and he appeared to possess the strength of a peak Sword Emperor.

Qin Haodong was overjoyed. The Three-Legged Golden Toad was currently at the sixth rank; using a sixth-rank magical beast to help it advance was perfect, saving him the trouble of using a Beast-Bewildering Pill.

This sentence echoed in Kecheng’s mind again. He knew it was Bai’s voice. He did not know if this was a calling or a glitch in his memory, but at this moment, he only wanted to keep running, following his instincts to get closer to the source of that voice.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Yanchen dialed another number and arranged several matters in succession.

Hearing that Xiao Zhuo’s ideas coincided with her own, Zhong Wanyan pulled herself from her thoughts, turned to look at him, and could not help but reveal a sweet smile on her lips.

Qingde Pavilion was the finest restaurant in Qingzhou City. Xiao Zhuo had done his research before arriving, and once they entered the city, he led everyone straight toward it.

Zhong Wanyan had always been kept in the inner chambers; in Yan Kuan’s view, to put it plainly, she was someone who had never seen much of the world.

Although Quan Yihan had always been strict in his work, compared to now, he had seemed much easier to get along with. During this time, Ren Nan had fully experienced what it meant to be "collateral damage" while standing by his side.

The butler’s words were somewhat unexpected for Zheng Yuan; in their previous struggles between noble families, they had never once sought the aid of official forces.

When Zhong Wanyan returned from the mountains last time, although Uncle Chang had not seen the bruises on her body, he had clearly seen the scratches on her neck and face from how she had limped back.