Volume One, Chapter 34: Su Le and I Are Divorced!!

“Ah Lian, this…” Lu Yaoyao hesitated, a barely perceptible trace of sorrow gathering between her brows.

She knew all too well that meeting would inevitably reopen wounds she’d tried so hard to avoid. Yet, refusing to meet felt like a betrayal of the elders’ deep affection. In that moment, she wavered.

“Maybe I should just take them to the hotel and go through the motions,” she murmured. “Tomorrow is the finals. I don’t want your emotions to be affected by outside influences and lose your best performance. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll just tell them the truth. Anyway, after the finals, I’ll make a public statement online, announcing your return to singlehood. Otherwise, those paparazzi will keep trying to dig up scandals about you…”

Mu Rifu was appointed as Minister of the Interior, firstly because the Mu clan’s wealth could help the royal court handle special affairs, and secondly because Mu Rifu was corrupt. A corrupt official can, in his own way, maintain balance with the provincial governors, preventing any major upheavals.

“Why don’t you try and see if I dare to stab right now?” Xing Luo’s expression was icy, her voice calm.

As for Long Batian’s three clans, although Zhang Ye had sworn a solemn oath to the Heavenly Alliance, he realized that to exterminate all three families meant killing Long Lan and the intriguing Lady Zhao as well.

The more Zhou Yang pondered, the more he felt that the image and legacy of the Lord of the Dragon Palace were incomparably formidable.

Fang Chen’s attempt at persuasion was seen by Gong Biao as cowardice. With a swaggering air, he declared, “Stop trying to pull that with me. Release them now, or you’ll regret it.” Gong Biao was convinced Fang Chen wouldn’t dare act, and so he gloated all the more.

Only, Ling Qian’s body was utterly smashed into the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting forth as his face grew deathly pale. The Demon Spirit Ape, knocked into the air once more, suffered little true harm—its enormous size rendered the ripples of energy no more than a nuisance.

“Heh, it’s not just the two of us who know—there are already four,” Huang Yan remarked lightly, unconcerned.

Back in Blue Snow City’s “Air Transport Hall,” Zhang Ye had seen Chang Kong Wuyi’s unparalleled pleasure ship, even larger than the passenger vessels, said to carry five hundred cultivators through the Unparalleled Realm. Tickets were, unsurprisingly, exorbitant.

A renowned reputation is never unfounded. Clearly, this young man—disciple of the Southern Emperor—wouldn’t belong to the first category. Which left only the second.

Heizi spoke of himself as well, sharing his views on the nation and on friendship. After an afternoon together, the two became friends.

“Haha,” Ding Ze was more than satisfied with the result. Laughing, he got out of the car, opened the back door, and unloaded the two large duffel bags that Mickey had gotten from Bazard.

On the second floor, Zhou You found a private room for Bai Chiyu to wait in, then continued up to the third.

Ling Jingchen braced himself on the other armrest, bending down suddenly to kiss her with renewed force.

Ye Wuji had slipped in unnoticed, his hand now searching within the white cloth.

Ding Ze handed the detonator to Janet, entrusting her with this glorious and momentous task.

That morning, Li Wu checked his “Exorcist” status in the mirror while washing up.

Zhou You suspected the meditation mat offered more than met the eye, but for now, he kept going without investigating further.

Lin Shaotian was the most embarrassed of all. He’d been certain of victory, his face already set in a mocking sneer at Chen Fan—only to end up the butt of a joke.

The elevator had long since been disabled by Ding Ze; for the soldiers to advance, they’d have to charge up the stairs, a natural disadvantage.

Cultivators of the Dao must be at the Golden Core stage, and body cultivators at the Stone-Shattering stage—otherwise, the power of the interrealm teleportation array would tear them apart.

No wonder Changsheng was indifferent to “Heaven’s Will,” for she had met two heavenly laws, both rather shameless.

So, she realized that only by letting the whole world know she was married would he perhaps restrain himself a little.

“Your Highness, there’s no need for such courtesy.” Dongfang Qinghua raised her hand graciously, motioning him to rise. Then Beitang Feng and Beitang Yan paid their respects to their own mother consort and the Imperial Consort Baili.

No sooner had Lin Han spoken than Lin Zhan’s tiger claws, charged with powerful internal force, struck before Lin Han’s eyes.

Seeing Yu Jue’s face twisted with hostility, Su Wan’s lashes trembled. Suddenly, she hugged him from behind, nestling her cheek against his back.

Li Liancheng’s return at this time could only spell trouble, and there might be further complications.

Wu Lanyu always thought Song Guangfu was an honest man. Why was he so glib today?

The Heaven-Opening Axe, one of the ten ancient divine weapons, should have belonged to Pangu, and ought to bear no relation to Xingtian.

“What on earth is going on?” Nan Xueyu’s headache was obvious. “Are you fighting here just so everyone can hear? And letting Xie Yilian call you ‘wild man’—does that sound good to you?”

“Why are you back…” Ning Mo’s mother parted her lips, brows knitting, her eyes flickering with a strange light.

This time, the eyes like high-hanging red lanterns no longer seemed dim; all that remained was boundless savagery.

The subordinate, helpless, could only bow and withdraw. Xiao Zhanfei, seeing this, rubbed his nose and followed, waiting outside the door.

Ye Mu gripped the letter, lacking even the courage to open it. He hadn’t even managed to protect his own sister, hadn’t known when despair drove her to suicide. Ye Mu realized he had truly become a complete failure.

“Yes!” Gu Yanwu sighed deeply, bowing low to Jiang Chuhan once more.

The astronomical sum left Qiu Feng and the others utterly stunned, and even Jiang Chuhan couldn’t help but sigh.

A heavy sense of grief and indignation spread across the faces of Shi Zhongpeng and his two companions as they trembled, silent, their gaze toward Fang Chen filled with even deeper resentment.

Lin Saisai could no longer endure the intense pain—she coughed up another mouthful of blood, her vision darkened, and she fainted once more.

An urgent matter? Wasn’t Youlan with Dongling Linfeng right now? What could be so important? Unless… Dongling Linfeng had agreed to marry Youlan as the crown princess?

As he spoke, Zhang Ze bowed to Gu Chen. Now that their conflict had been resolved, it was better to make a friend than an enemy—especially since this youth was anything but easy to deal with.

Hattori Shinobu suddenly drew his blade from the rack, and even in the darkness, it gleamed faintly.

He’d imagined many reunions, rehearsed countless accusations and farewells, but when the moment truly arrived, he grew reserved, unable to act, wanting only to ask: How have you been?

Before he could finish, a throng of ghosts grabbed him, covering his mouth, forcing him to the ground in fear and panic.