Chapter Thirty: Marriage

Lu Yamei frowned, waving the paper in her hand. “Isn’t this just another Zhao Dingsheng? Zhao Dingsheng and Yalan grew up together, but after studying abroad, he broke off the engagement without a second thought. Do you think Li Jiaming would agree? What if he does the same thing?”

The old lady shot her eldest granddaughter a glare. “Since ancient times, marriages have been arranged by parental order and matchmaker’s word. When elders approve of a marriage, do you think children can refuse simply because they don’t want to? Not everyone is like that Zhao boy—disregarding morals and propriety, shameless, faithless, and fickle!”

Lu Yamei burst out laughing. It seemed the old lady truly resented Zhao Dingsheng.

Seeing the old lady glare at her, Lu Yamei quickly changed the subject. “Grandmother, you might not know since you rarely go out—”

Soon, the Martial Arts Tournament was about to begin. Su Jin was busy and had no time to look after Su Yanru. On the eve of the tournament, Su Yanru came to her, asking to go along.

On his way back, he saw Helian Chunbo collapsed there. He merely glanced at her, then paid her no more attention and continued on his way.

She had threatened him, forbidding him to approach the Joyful Heart Pavilion. Now she had called him over. What did she mean by this?

Still, it couldn’t be said the Crimson Fusion Wolves were truly stupid. It was simply in their nature. What were piles of stone to them? Mountains, walls—if there’s a hole to pass through, why bang your head against a wall?

Ning Yanyu and Jiang Ran walked out while talking, when suddenly a voice called from behind them.

After Mrs. He finished speaking, she pulled Ye Lanshan inside. The man sitting on the sofa hurriedly stood up.

Sure enough, the next moment, the vermilion doors were gently pushed open. Bathed in the bright moonlight, they could clearly see who had come—it was Xian’er.

As if to confirm his words, footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor as he finished speaking.

Baili Luochuan approached with light steps, holding the rooster’s head, brushing it against her glossy feathers.

First, they threatened him with his sister’s life. Then, they forced him to kill his own people, fracturing the team’s unity. Yet, faced with all of this, he realized he was powerless—he could only be manipulated as they pleased.

The Nine Yin Soul Severing Array was also laid out slowly and methodically, guided by the positions of these stars. It took over a month to barely complete the formation, and by then, the Nami tribe’s army was already at their gates.

His greatest skill was not in killing, but in spells of enchantment and concealment. After Adolf caught the sword, he suddenly hurled it at Jonathan.

Bear in mind, this elder sister had always existed within Wang Bugui’s body—without Wang Bugui’s summon, she could not awaken or act on her own.

“So this is what you call a duel.” Under the effect of the aura of disdain, Lu Fan felt the very air around him growing thick and viscous, making it hard to exert any strength.

“If you use an actual object as a reference, you may unconsciously carry out a direct material transformation instead of a change in form. So, for the transformation of higher elements, it’s better to model after legendary weapons or artifacts.” In other words, it was still just adolescent fantasy.

Xun Yi thought that Yue Shaoxuan’s smile was the most beautiful she had ever seen—a slight lift of the lips, eyes brimming with joy, giving one the feeling of a warm spring breeze. Those brows, those eyes, those lips, that face, were like a poetic painting brought to life with a dab of ink on snowy rice paper.

The Five Bears Array was formed, successfully trapping You Junbai within. Qi Yubai finally managed to unleash the Five Bears’ Plunder.

Now that no one was fighting him, Xuan Yuan suddenly felt a great disappointment. He raised his sword again, slashing and stabbing wildly around him.

“Dr. Chen, are you alright?” Rolling to the ground with Dr. Chen in his arms, Lu Fan got up again. All around, those who had followed Dr. Chen were lying on the ground, dead or unconscious, after the laser swept through.

Seeing him like this, Elder Jiang and Li Qian, and even Xiao Moran and Jiang Mingchuan at the window upstairs, all looked at him in curiosity.

“This…” Wang Huan had not expected the accusation he’d pinned on Lü Hanqiang to end up so skewed. At the time, he was tongue-tied with embarrassment. Was it true? Lü Hanqiang was now shunned by all the officials, accused of forming cliques—indeed, the charge had been misplaced.