Volume 1 Chapter 21 Is He Actually Capable?

Shu Xingruo hesitated: "Why?"

Ji Yanli hurled the investigation results directly into her face, cursing, "You really did approach me with calculated intent, and now you’ve gotten your wish and married me. I’m telling you, I won’t let your scheme succeed. We are going to get a divorce right now."

As he spoke, he dragged Shu Xingruo toward the door. She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong, and fueled by his extreme rage, she couldn't break free at all.

Violent as a lion, Ji Yanli shoved her into the car, locked the doors, and drove off toward the divorce registry.

Halfway there, the car was struck by an oncoming heavy truck, and both of them lost consciousness on the spot.

When he woke up again, Ji Yanli was in the hospital, fighting...

Xiao Yumiao finished speaking and burst into unrestrained laughter, looking as arrogant as one could possibly be—truly worthy of his reputation as the worldly, dissolute Young Master Xiao.

Whenever she faced even the slightest trouble, her father would act like a mother hen protecting her chicks, desperate to shield her from the wind and rain so she wouldn't suffer a single scratch.

Zhao Shu sent someone back to deliver the news, and by the time they reached Dangyang, Huan Yi arrived with troops to provide support. Upon returning to Jingzhou, Zhao Shu had a head carved from fragrant wood to place in the coffin with the body and set up a mourning hall, where he could not help but weep bitterly once more.

Mo Qiongwu wept silently for a long time, holding Mo Qiongyan as tears streamed down her face. Only after a long, long while did she finally let go.

She looked at him with a faint smile on her lips, nodding obediently, then lowered her lashes and said no more.

"However, before administering the medicine, I used my secret technique to perform acupuncture on the Master," Tian Xing said, wanting to avoid Fang Jin's suspicion and speaking up immediately.

Mo Qiongyan laughed, a smile tinged with coldness that terrified Mo Qingyu, who was accustomed to her gentle expressions.

Zhai Yi watched Zhai An’s departing back; though the pain still lingered at the corners of his mouth, his eyes burned with a bloodthirsty glare.

"Your Majesty is wise." Cao Ren and Liu Ye replied in unison, though they could not help but sigh inwardly: Could it be that the bloodline of the former emperor was truly to be wiped out entirely?

That couldn't be right, could it? Hadn't General Jietian lost his memory? He didn't even remember his own parents or brothers, so how could he remember Princess Huohuang?

"Brother Ge, enough with the nonsense. It’s not our first time crossing swords; who will win and who will lose remains to be seen." A sharp glint flashed in Mo Yan’s eyes as he shook his head slightly.

As for going back to check, forget it! Having just escaped the wolf's den, it wouldn't be so easy to get out again if he went back.

To reach Tianshan, they had to hide their tracks to ensure they could catch the three honorary elders off guard.

The four old monks—Fan Ku, Fan Ji, Fan Mie, and Fan Dao—had been focused on their ascetic practices at Wuwu Temple and were unaware of the recent state of the Great Song martial arts world. Hearing Gao Guanyin Tai’s question, the four exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that although Yang Yunhan was young, his martial arts were extraordinary; he truly deserved his place as the leader of the Great Song martial arts community.

As for Chen Er, in the face of a behemoth like the Wu family, he was nothing more than an expendable pawn.

These four were none other than the "Heavenly Dragon Profound Flower"—Master Tianyin, Daoist Longmian, Fairy Huashen, and Master Xuanwu.

More than a dozen security guards shouted in unison, holding their shields and chanting in rhythm as they stepped toward the entrance. When the troublemakers saw this formation, they immediately became much more subdued.

No, Brother Lu Pan is in the underworld; he can't save me. Who, who can save me? Am I not in the Lin residence right now?

Hearing this, Elder Wu, Jiang Haoba, shouted hastily, "That is only right." As he spoke, he rushed to the golden chair and reached out to grope the corpse of "Xuanhuang." After a moment, Jiang Haoba pulled out an object, unfolded it, and his face lit up with joy.

There was no flair, no martial arts, no sorcery—only those fists that seemed capable of shattering the heavens. This was the Dragon-Ape tribe, the right-hand men of the ancient Dragon race.

The Irelia would follow in the air to provide support in case of an emergency, but Qin Chuan would have the Irelia fly even higher, above the altitude of Isis’s flight, so as not to encounter the Dragon-man tribe where Isis was.

Though Gu Xijin was unhappy about being followed, she did not act; she had nothing to hide, so if they wanted to follow, they could, provided they could keep up.

Back inside the car, Zhang Yan’s heart, which had been pounding wildly, finally began to calm down a little.

On her feet were white, diamond-studded strappy high heels, revealing ten delicate, well-groomed toes; the purple nail polish added an air of bewitchment.

Yu Jiaolong, completely subdued by Zhang Yan, finally regained her senses. The panic in her beautiful eyes was undisguised, but being a strong-willed person by nature, how could she surrender so easily?

Seeing Murong Ruxue’s permanently furrowed brows, Zhang Yan did not refuse; in truth, he was secretly eager for more time alone with her.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, circulating the source energy in his body along the previous path, his soul completely enveloped by the source energy of his Five-Star Source Saint level.

At the age of seventy, he looked relatively young, and seeing the aura surrounding him, one could be certain that he was a man who knew how to maintain his health.

Hu Biao had selected several bandit strongholds with favorable terrain and locations from those cleared by the combat battalion and preserved them. In the future, the prisoners of war rescued from the mountains would be organized into companies and stationed in these strongholds.

After roasting the wild rabbit, Di Jiu tore off a leg and handed it to Di Qingyun, then gave the other hind leg to Yu Bolin.

At this moment, the room was surrounded by Zhi Xiangyang’s informants, while Zhi Xiangyang himself laid an ambush near the rockery not far away.

Having arrived too late, only a pair of ballet shoes remained in the dance studio, but the wooden blocks used for standing on tiptoe had been taken by someone.

On this journey, Gu Caiwei indeed did not interfere much further, leaving all their dietary needs to the accompanying chef. However, she still kept a close watch on the meals eaten by Master Ou Shenzi and his disciple, personally drafting the menus.

Zhuang Yousheng said: "Don't be in such a hurry. I know that after all this time, you must have thought I would never wake up again."