Volume One, Chapter 33: My Younger Brother’s Wife

"Who exactly are you, and why are you breaking in here?" Qiu Xuan demanded, his voice sharp. He was eighty percent certain that these were the same people who had attacked last time. A chilling thought stirred in his mind: if these men had come to kill him, then his theory was correct.

"The fine steeds sent by Prince Suske of the Khorchin tribe have arrived. Yuzhu, take your men and go receive them." Ya'erjiang'e, not wishing to waste further breath on Yuzhu, issued the command directly.

A sudden system notification miraculously restored Qin Xuan, whose head had been completely obliterated only moments before.

Shortly after the two departed, the bronze palace doors slammed shut with a thunderous boom, and the entire High Heaven Palace quickly fell into silence.

"Ye Qiu? That madman?" Although Kade had not attended the duel that day, he was well-informed and naturally knew who Ye Qiu was.

In the hands of coaches who obsessively rode their starters, a player like that would be expected to play over 40 minutes per game; otherwise, it would be an insult to the salary the team was paying.

The tyrannical divine power surged forth like an endless ocean; the sword aura and the dragon-slaying shears seemed to transform into the very laws of heaven and earth, raging across the firmament.

Liu Ruoxi leapt down from the back of the Vermilion Bird cub and came to Jiang Yu’s side, her beautiful eyes fixed on him as she demanded an explanation.

Su Nian'an nodded, her hand remaining firmly on her waist as she pulled her into the boutique store.

Because of labor disputes, this season was shortened, which actually turned out to be a blessing for the aging Spurs.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Dragon went still, ceasing its frantic twisting and flying. Tears streamed down its face uncontrollably; in an instant, the sky was choked with dark clouds and torrential rain fell, while the demon spirits and beasts on the ground all wept bitterly.

The senior brothers teased Li Yunlong a few more times, but Li Yunlong, sharp-tongued as ever, retorted by mocking each of them in turn. There was no help for it—it was his specialty.

Cao Ping sat in his seat, staring in wonder at Sister Dao’s back. He desperately wanted to snap a photo to send to Meng Ye and the others, but he knew he would be done for if she caught him. He didn't dare pull out his phone until the food was served.

The supercomputer’s hardware was sound, but one problem remained unsolvable: under heavy data processing, error-correction issues occurred frequently, causing the system to stutter. As usage time increased, this lagging only grew more severe.

Hatano Yui emerged from the shadows toward Yuan Su. As her figure became clear, Yuan Su realized she was wearing only a gossamer-thin lace robe. Through the lace, her beautiful figure and fair skin were clearly visible.

Usually, when something happened on the streets, people would just pull out their phones to post on social media or watch as idle bystanders; rarely did anyone step forward to help. But today was different.

Most of the Kushan people retreated into Chigu City. This was a vital pass in the northwest of the Western Regions and had once served as a defensive barrier, but it had declined by the mid-Western Han Dynasty. By the Eastern Han, no one paid it any mind, and the ministers in the imperial court ignored it entirely.

Although it wasn’t the fierce naphtha used by the Western Expeditionary Force in Bingbei, a mixture of common animal fat and pine resin was still a terrifyingly effective accelerant.

"On a day this cold, of course we’re having hotpot together!" Qing Qian said, her tone implying that this was the only logical course of action.

Looking at the grandson he had spoiled, he felt for the first time that his parenting had been a failure. How had he raised such a reckless fool?

Seeing Yu Xian’s aura skyrocketing, as if he intended to decide the outcome in a single strike, Li Mu knew he could hold back no longer. He formed hand seals, and a second pair of arms sprouted from his ribs. All four of his arms transformed into claws, and his inner spiritual core unleashed a massive surge of true energy.

By the next morning, the time had come for Zhou Li to participate in the second round of the Martial Arts Tournament, but he was still fast asleep in the lounge.

I recall the days spent fooling around with them; although it hasn't been long, it feels as if it happened in another lifetime.

Linglong watched the young man’s back as he ran to the largest house in the distance, knocked on the door, and went inside.

When Chen Niannian returned to the dormitory, everyone was asleep except for Li Mengmeng and Liang Yu Xin, who were hunched over with flashlights, writing their self-criticisms.

Therefore, even if Linglong didn't show them respect, there was nothing they could say. Besides, since she clearly didn't want to engage with them, why should they demean themselves by asking for a slap in the face?

Under the rapid rotation of the azure vortex, the three men—Bai Ang and his companions—screamed in agony. They had not expected Li Mu’s power to be so immense; as late-stage Demon Emperors, they were utterly powerless before him.

Zhan Kuang took a deep breath. He knew that once Song Fan made a decision, no one could change it, so he could only pull out his phone and begin messaging Ling Ji.

"I have a car. Get in; I’ll drive." Qi Zuixue climbed into the car and started the engine.

Wealthy people coming to Hongzhou would be missing out if they didn't visit the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. Since the days of Du Wanyue, the pavilion had become the liveliest spot in the city. Six years later, it was even more prosperous, having annexed several adjacent storefronts. It was not only the dominant establishment on North Street but also the most famous den of indulgence in all of Hongzhou.

The Guardian was knocked flying several meters again. The shock to his chest and abdomen caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his mind grew hazy, stunned by the impact.