Chapter 117: A Chance Encounter

Ignoring the various gazes fixed upon her, Lu Yalan lowered her head with composure. A cheongsam made of deep purple velvet with large floral patterns lay right before her eyes. The garment was clearly luxurious and expensive, but...

"This is for your mother to wear, isn't it?" Lu Yalan raised an eyebrow with a faint smile. "If Second Sister’s eyesight is failing, we can head to the hospital later to have it checked!"

"You... you’ve misunderstood me!" Lu Yazhu had not expected Lu Yalan to be so blunt and humiliate her in front of everyone. With so many eyes on her, her fair face flushed a deep red; it was hard to tell if she felt more shame or indignation.

"Pfft—" Someone watching the spectacle couldn't help but laugh out loud, causing Lu Yazhu to glare at Lu Yalan with eyes that seemed ready to spit fire.

Lu Yalan was used to being the subject of ridicule.

Once the red characters vanished, the previously calm earth was suddenly whipped by fierce winds, sending sand and stones flying. The intensity grew, becoming more gathering and terrifying by the moment.

After making up his mind, the village chief had several young men escort the three mutants to an empty room in the village headquarters. He then announced over the loudspeaker that he and the other village leaders would discuss the matter further before informing the villagers of the final decision.

Mother Zhang was one of them. Naturally, many others shared her sentiments. After gathering together and exchanging gossip, they concluded that things were much better back when the old village chief was in charge.

Whatever Yeling was thinking, her words clearly had a profound effect on the divine artifact. The golden light dimmed slightly, and it stopped trembling in defiance, resting obediently in Yeling’s hand.

Following this, because the Prince of Funing’s estate had clearly signaled an intention to call off the engagement, the Di family no longer held any expectations for the union. Both Minister Di and his wife remained silent on the matter, acting as if the engagement did not exist unless the authorities were to push for it.

No one could bear to keep a ticking time bomb by their side, especially one that could shatter them into pieces at any moment.

At that instant, the images of the three women’s corpses flashed through his mind. Although he felt the news might not be true, an uncontrollable rage surged within him.

Ling Yun sat at the admissions table, snapped his fingers to summon a breathless Yan Qing, and whispered instructions into his ear.

After all, He Yu’s status was now that of a freshman, a reserve soldier! For a soldier, obedience to orders is a sacred duty; this principle remains unchanged in any world. This was the very rule he had learned during the initial training.

The voice finally made Su Can realize that what was outside the door was not a playback device, but a living, breathing person.

His sister’s unwavering devotion to the Gu family had earned her the respect of the entire household and the single-minded love of her husband.

Master Tanyun finally withdrew her hands and collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted. This terrified everyone present; they rushed over to call out to her. Hearing the commotion, Hongxian was also startled and quickly turned to check the expression on her master’s face.

"Hey buddy, where’s the restroom?" Li Lei crudely scratched his crotch and asked, patting Roger on the shoulder.

After those two moves were executed, over a hundred warriors were either dead or wounded within moments. The injured lay on the ground, unable to continue the fight, yet the remaining hundreds of warriors, ignorant of the "Divine Sword's" power, foolishly continued to charge forward.

There were plenty of things that could be used to start a fire, yet Xia Zhi insisted on spending money to buy supplies. In the eyes of Sister-in-law Guo, who knew how to manage a household, wasn't that just a waste?

He flashed a helpless expression at Jiu'er; as a junior, he couldn't very well make things difficult for her, could he?

Although Duoduo’s paintings were valuable—selling for hundreds of thousands abroad and finding buyers domestically—Chen Dong simply did not know or have access to those wealthy tycoons and influential figures who might want to purchase them.

As everyone was laughing, a cold voice cut through the air. Fang Xiao looked toward the sound and caught sight of a frosty face and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes! The person stared back at Fang Xiao like a starving wolf; ferocity and cruelty seemed to be their very definition.