Chapter 50: The Stubborn Bone

Gao Yun paused for a moment. "My child, what are you saying? This family cannot do without you. It was your parents' fault before; we shouldn't have forced you into an arranged marriage. Come back home, and let us live a proper life together."

Shi Yun gripped her phone tightly, a complex mix of emotions churning in her heart.

No matter what, she could no longer stay in this house.

"Mom, I can't go back."

She sniffed hard, fighting back her tears, though her eyes were already red-rimmed. "For more than twenty years, I considered this place—"

"You..." Yuewue hardly knew what to say to Lu Tianyu. Deep down, Lu Tianyu actually harbored the intention of testing Zhou Yiling. Yet, upon reflection, Lu Tianyu was not entirely wrong in doing this; if a wife could casually spill her own husband's secrets, she wouldn't be much of a wife.

Slipping down from Yuchi Yunting's embrace, Bai Jiujiu headed straight for the bathroom, shutting the door and barring Yuchi Yunting from coming near.

Everyone received their graduation certificates and group photos, exchanged contact information, and officially brought their college lives to a close.

Missing his target with the single strike, the blade slammed into a giant boulder, sending a shower of stone chips flying. Lu Zhong pulled his blade back for another assault. Han Ping dodged repeatedly; although he was in a wretched and battered state, he managed to save his life. However, lacking a weapon in his hand and harboring a desire to retaliate, he could only resort to passive evasion, feeling utterly stifled and aggrieved.

"Oh! My lord, please don't try to scare people on such a joyous day! However, you can rest completely assured—all I want is this title, and I care nothing for the rest. As for you, it would be best for you to follow the wind wherever it blows and get as far away from me as you possibly can!" Xu Nuo'er retorted sarcastically from beneath the red bridal veil.

Wuyou City was a sacred city, and as it happened to be the period of the Hundred Flowers Festival, influential figures and high-ranking dignitaries from all factions of the Nirvana Divine Realm were heading there to present tributes to Empress Xi, making the influx of people strictly regulated.

Bai Jiujiu couldn't even be bothered to send Feng Yi and the others to inquire; instead, she directly questioned the large fellow hiding behind the door right beside her.

Zhang Peifeng took his leisurely time, maintaining a lazy, amused smile. Here and now, the scorpion seemed to be the legitimate master of the house, while he himself was nothing more than a redundant superfluity.

Five magnificent dragons materialized simultaneously, transformed from pure medicinal Qi, and launched a joint attack against a single individual. The spectacle was unimaginably grand and breathtaking to behold.

To be able to carry the Grand Master up the stairs on one's back—such a monumental feat had been achieved by only one person in the past century, naturally earning the respect of everyone.

Amidst the rapidly updating chat interface, an animated sticker popped up featuring a cute character wielding a kitchen knife and the text: "I'll give you a chance to rephrase that."

However, the matter discussed just moments ago was entirely different. To put it bluntly, if they allowed this sudden anti-Qing uprising force to continue developing and growing unchecked, the fall of their Qing Dynasty would be the least of their concerns; it might even easily lead to the total annihilation and extinction of their Manchu people.

When Motai Feng pulled Ah Xun's hand to head back, the members of the Motai family did not seem surprised by such an outcome at all.

Instructor Mark must be in meditation. For a saint-level Grand Mage to undergo meditation, it was bound to consume a vast amount of time.

"Wait, destroy this place. Let me see your power," Quan Xin suddenly spoke up, wishing to witness the capabilities of the Gale Wolf King.

From Zhang Yan's ruptured chest, dark blood was still oozing out in a steady stream. Logically speaking, given such an injury, there was simply no way he could survive.

The two walked along the Farirov Bay riverside boulevard toward the nearby beach. The weather was still not particularly hot, and the beach, covered in white sand, was completely deserted, with only a few lonely palm trees standing guard along the shoreline.

Li Shishi's room was not particularly large, giving one a rather panoramic view at a glance. Yet to Li Junchen, it felt just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, with novelty greeting him at every turn—after all, in the modern era, one could hardly ever witness such an authentic ancient boudoir.

Speaking of which, apart from Cai Jing, the rest of the men in the Cai family seemed somewhat afraid of their wives. Tossed out of the room, this Ninth Young Master Cai didn't dare utter a single harsh threat until he scuttled away to the front hall, where he finally managed to dust off the majestic airs of a Prefect.

A mysterious young man of unknown origin, relying on astonishing methods and formidable backing, had thoroughly humiliated the Wang family and strongly assisted the Jin family.