Volume One, Chapter 27: How About Changing to a Different Fiancé?

“If you want to be happy, I can call off the engagement and let you marry her instead.” When Cheng Xu said this, his expression remained utterly unchanged, as if he were speaking not of his fiancée but of a trivial, dispensable object.

Yin listened to Tu Lichen’s investigation results: the William in the pavilion had been deliberately slashed, held together by only a few thin pieces of wood.

Yun Jinyao looked up, her gaze sharpening. It seemed Su Xi had no intention of a slow assault; she was already directing the full-scale attack.

Ji Pin and Atulan Zhu were chatting like sisters, but given the warm invitation, Atulan Zhu felt too embarrassed to decline.

He was a man whose figure alone could be deemed a crime—long black hair cascading down, bronzed skin, a seductive physique, bare-chested, wearing only shorts below. One large hand gripped a thick silver steel pipe, his face expressionless.

The body stiffened; most dared not move recklessly. Those bold enough to try found not even their fingers could stir, silently restrained.

Finally, Feng Qing could show off her power. Usually, since Qing Mei was favored, Feng Qing couldn’t openly and directly punish her.

Su Pan’er didn’t lack the will to write; it was just that countless thoughts tangled within her mind, leaving her utterly unsure where to begin.

“Say nothing more. Let’s go, let’s go! We must hurry, pack up, and head to the Underworld to prepare for Siming’s election!” Ming Xuan said, grabbing Jun Zhi, intent on pulling her toward the Underworld.

“Shivers—why the sudden horror vibe?” Some onlookers couldn’t bear the atmosphere, goosebumps prickling their skin.

The wooden door trembled, each loud bang ringing like a death omen in Li Ling’s ears.

Jumaru also waved his hand, summoning a waiter behind him who carried a tray bearing five cups of a tea-colored liquid. It looked like ordinary tea, yet it sent an involuntary chill through the members of Qingxue.

The one before them was luckier, having narrowly escaped, but Yun Jin hadn’t expected the malevolent spirit to linger right there, waiting for him.

They had been commissioned to collect Footstep Herb. Now, with Death Swamp sealed, it was impossible to gather any. Instead, they brought back a tiger bone—a rare and precious material among the people—which might fetch a good price. This trip was not a loss.

After touring the apartments, the under-construction Sandao Slope, and the temple being built, Chen Ji returned to Deep City feeling quite satisfied. The originally planned group trip to Dayazhou would have to be postponed; with the entire area under construction, there was nothing to enjoy.

“Brother Fei, look,” after camping outdoors another night, on the following morning they saw flags arranged in an intricate pattern like a Bagua formation, signaling they had arrived at their destination.

“Haha! My Black Cloud Wind Blade Technique isn’t something I unleash lightly. If you surrender now, I might consider sparing your lives!” King of the Black Wind boasted loudly, deliberately projecting his voice so that soldiers on both sides of the distant battlefield could hear.

At the palace gates, she found many high-ranking officials gathered, including her grandfather, Shen Kuo.

Some topics must remain locked within the heart, unspeakable. To voice them would only stir discord, leaving one with a faint sense of unease. Such matters were not new; those around couldn’t help but sigh, lamenting the world’s injustice.

“Good! Eighth Battalion, conceal yourselves immediately and prepare an ambush! Fifth and Seventh Battalions, open fire at once! Drive the enemy toward the Eighth Battalion’s ambush point!” Tang Long issued the attack orders without hesitation.