Volume 1, Chapter 35: Not of the Same Family, For Sister Sirong's Own Good

Early in the morning, Qin Yong arrived at Wang Gui’s house again, hoping to see Qin Sirong and also to deliver some gifts on behalf of Qin Fan.

"Second Brother, Sirong has been staying in the pavilion lately, and it is not convenient for you to go inside." Wang Gui did not display any hostility, yet it seemed clear he did not want Qin Yong to see her.

However, he did not dwell on it; his army had already breached the enemy’s positions, and victory in this battle was essentially secured.

After the Sword Elf, Bone Spirit, Ghost Valley Taoist, and the Black and White Impermanence departed from the Hall of Senluo, the presence of the Black and White Impermanence meant the Sword Elf no longer needed to rely on the Three Realms Map provided by the Rain Artist or the search function of the Fantasy Elf system to locate the Hall of Yama.

"Who was that speaking? Where are they now? Perhaps that person holds some clues," Elder Brother Mei asked.

"It’s truly infuriating! If only these balloons could be anchored in place!" Hui Lian said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

As he spoke, Liu Changsheng swung the horsetail whisk in his hand. The whisk flared up, transforming into a brilliant beam of light that swept violently across the front.

It was almost laughable, but that was exactly how Qi Tian-shou had planned it. Yang Guang was a fierce tiger, but even a fierce tiger would one day be caged.

Suddenly, only Sun Wukong and a few others remained in front of the Hall of Three Purities, along with the massive Tree Demon and the Carp Spirit.

Today, on the auction platform, he was the most composed among the disciples of the great sects. He sat there silently, neither participating in the bidding nor joining the clamor, like a still, snow-capped mountain.

"You think you can come and go as you please? Do you take my Wei estate for an inn? I’ll tell you the truth: Master Desire Demon is indeed at the Tongtian River. But if you want to cause trouble for him, you’ll have to get past me first," Wei Xingzi shouted. Ao Feng had already nearly guessed Wei Xingzi’s true identity.

Magistrate Zhang and Master Fu were business partners. Before the Fu family’s misfortune, the two families were frequent visitors to each other’s homes and were the closest of allies in the business world.

Madam Li’s face flushed red under the gazes of those around her. She had no such intention; she only wanted the villagers to know that her household had been bullied by the Yang family. Yet, with a few words, the third sister-in-law had made her sound utterly contemptible. It was no wonder the third couple was known as the most cunning in the family.

I looked back and saw that Lu Bian Xing Shuang had stood up at some point, smiling and clapping for me.

Upon reaching the town gate, Shen Junling produced a token to have the gates opened. The three of them then rode for another forty-five minutes until they arrived at Linshui Village.

"Then we shall be off," Venerable Jiaze said, glancing at Liu Ruxian before the two of them walked away.

Even with his previous experience, it still took Lan Feng over four hours to re-enter that state.

After their bath, the triplets were clean, refreshed, and smelled pleasant, making them look even more endearing.

Five meters away, Zhang Yang suddenly punched out with his right fist, releasing a black tiger’s head. With bared, ferocious fangs, it slammed directly into the flank of the Red-Eyed Wolf.

Not long after, Li Shang arrived, wearing a face different from the one before. It was a youthful, innocent face they were familiar with, his eyes tinged with a hint of awkwardness and apology.

Li Jing’s eyes were half-open, still holding the residual fear from her final moments. Her lifeless gaze stared at Jiang Chuan and Jiang Qingtong from across the divide between life and death.

The man before him suddenly opened his eyes. Li Heng’an met his gaze and recoiled in shock, stepping back. No, these were not the eyes of a normal human—they were blood-red pupils.

However, seeing Chen Xi covered in bundles, contrasted with his handsome face, was truly comical.

"I know you and His Highness the Heir are good to me," Liang Qian said, tucking the warm blanket around herself. "It’s just... I often find myself missing home..." Missing her companions and her master back home.