Chapter 119: Afraid I Might Say Something Reckless?

Stumbling Block The Wind Carries the Falling Catkins 1294 words 2026-03-24 19:01:45

After returning from her Western medical treatment, Wen Han went to the finest private hospital in Qingcheng.

Xu Yu had staked out the Shen residence several times and discovered that Shen Liangyan was often away. Perhaps he needed to stay with Wen Han. After two years of treatment, they were at the final hurdle. If she could not be cured, no one in the Shen family would agree to let this bride, already within their grasp, marry into the family.

She pondered for a while. Once she had sorted through every possibility, she dressed with care and made a trip to the private hospital.

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After receiving the Immortal Ascension Talismans bestowed by the Immortal Cloudswave, the three who had climbed to the summit of Golden Scale Mountain came before Lin Xiuran’s Stone of Seeking the Dao. They sat down and contemplated the laws of the Dao.

There was no other reason. The poison in Ning Chen’s seven-hearted Begonia Orchid flower core was virtually identical to the poison afflicting the Marquis of Pacifying the Sea before them.

“Brother Wang, where are we going now?” Zhu Qianying tried to sound him out. The feeling of being the only person in the world who did not know what everyone else knew was truly awful.

The soldiers did not know he was about to leave. They assumed he was merely overwhelmed with joy. No one in the army would mind if he cursed a little, and when they saw their commander lie down, they thought nothing of it. Instead, they grew even more boisterous. The commanding officer was paying for the meat, and the immortal had generously provided immortal wine—how could they not enjoy themselves to the fullest?

First, he refined the few remaining wisps of law within the fragments of the Stone of Seeking the Dao. Then he refined this fragment, now completely under his control, into the Mirror of Unity, transforming it into an unrivaled supreme treasure containing three fragments of the Stone of Seeking the Dao—an unparalleled artifact capable of comprehensively binding all the karmic ties of Golden Core cultivators.

Under ordinary circumstances, the Khitans had never feared the Song army in a fair fight, even when outnumbered. But things were different now. With wolves before them and tigers behind, even their base of operations might prove unstable.

“Comet!” Explosions could also cause a stagger. Taking advantage of the monster’s injury, Yang Han used a charging skill and shot before the badly wounded kobold sentry. Two successive sword strikes finished it off.

“Actually, making cards isn’t complicated. But before you start, I think you should make better use of some of the cards you already have. That way, you’ll have more materials available when you begin crafting.” Old Immortal Dictionary wore a kindly smile.

The truth was this: Darkness had returned home to take care of some business and came back only a few days later. However, upon returning to Axel and failing to find Yang Han at once, she went to the Church of Eris to pray, as usual.

Han Yu was still cleaning when Wei Jinyu entered wearing one of his oversized shirts.

After all, whenever she worried about something, her fears were almost always confirmed. It was better not to dwell on anything ominous during the New Year.

That man, Leidong of the Kingdom of Siam, had earned a certain standing in the esports world through his arduous training. Yet Leisong insisted on making his own son just like him—bowing and scraping for his entire life, living in such misery and without a shred of dignity.

The struggle between Cao Jiao and Wei Taiqiang had reached boiling point. That was why He Boge and Wei Taiqiang felt they had to increase their efforts.

Thus, unlike other companies struggling to recruit workers, Junyu Group had never needed to worry about such a problem.

It was the weekend, and all three of the Liu siblings were at home.

“What do you mean? Auntie Yang, please speak more slowly.” The caller was Yang Li, and Liu Jue answered the phone.

When he finished speaking, Li Xiaoyue flicked his wrist. A streak of sword light swept across the air, spraying crimson as a corpse was severed and fell to the ground together with a gash torn through the wall behind it. Before anyone could see clearly, it had already vanished into the wind.

“You’re the one who’s destined for our boss. A man like that? Tsk, you’re better off without him,” the driver joked.

“Of course. We hardly deserve any credit for half of it—perhaps just the tiniest bit. Sister-in-law, welcome. We look forward to your guidance,” Cheng Qing said with a laugh.

“Why are you staring, you idiot? It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before!” Wei Jinyu noticed Han Yu watching her. A flicker of pride rose in her heart, and she pushed out her chest, though her words came out in a coy complaint.