Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Ex-Husband

Xiao Cheng looked at Hua Yuanqing's puzzled expression without offering much explanation, merely uttering a calm response.

Hua Qiange had actually started learning how to keep people in suspense now. Because the news he had just received was undeniably explosive! Seeing Hua Qiange's overwhelmingly excited expression, although Jing Haoyu felt somewhat reluctant to burst his bubble, he had to admit that he had already known the reasons behind it all along.

The closer they got to the imperial palace, the sparser the crowds became, and the surroundings grew increasingly quiet. A solemn and majestic atmosphere could gradually be felt in the air, and the streets were notably broader than those in other areas.

Yun Qishan explained to me further that those used to be row houses. Later, during urban redevelopment, because the compensation terms could not be successfully negotiated, that family became nail houses. When the demolition took place, the shared walls on both sides of his property were torn down, leaving the owner to hang a printed canvas banner to serve as a wall.

Naturally, Elder Mu and the others would not let such an opportunity slip away. King Chu Jiang had fled, and the morale of the Ghost Realm army had already collapsed. It was as if the cultivators of the Pure Yang Continent had been injected with a stimulant, and they eagerly channeled their vital energy to charge forward into the kill.

Jiang Lijun released Guan Chuqi, her face filled with an expression of indulgent affection, as if telling Guan Chuqi that she was not being willful in torturing her this way.

Jiang Qinghua sat dazedly in front of the vanity, gazing at her hazy reflection in the bronze mirror with a bewildered expression, wondering what she was thinking, or perhaps not thinking about anything at all.

"After walking for so long, and striving so hard for such a long time, do you feel you have gained anything? Perhaps, you have gained nothing at all." Perhaps, every journey ends in sorrow.

Due to the excruciating pain endured while cultivating the Thunder God Battle Body, Fang Haotian's willpower had undergone tremendous tempering, and his soul power had increased once more.

"What does he mean by that? Could he be trying to make us submit?" The Immortal Venerables of the Azure Dragon Gate were not surprised at all upon hearing this.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Wei explained, "Today is the day taxi drivers pay their monthly franchise fees."

Therefore, as long as one masters the traffic platform of TikTok, there is no need to worry about these internet celebrities failing to flock over proactively.

However, the beginning of the shattering of peace came after she learned of the hidden identities of the two. What was even more fatal was that by that time, the emperor had also fallen hopelessly in love with that carefree, smiling girl.

Shuixi naturally heard it, but merely smiled faintly. Every gesture of his was the epitome of good breeding.

"Very well, then leave your remaining days behind." Ximen Wuyou tossed her long hair, which had been tousled by the sea breeze.

She repeatedly admonished herself that he had done nothing wrong, that this was what Su Wei deserved to suffer, and that he was merely making him pay the price for his past actions. Yet, whenever she associated this with the innocent and endearing way Su Ruoli called him older brother, her heart would involuntarily contract with a sharp ache.

After an exchange of polite pleasantries, Qian Yao and the magistrate entered the inner hall of the county office. The magistrate instructed his servants to prepare fine wine and sumptuous dishes to warmly entertain this great benefactor and mighty immortal who had rid the entire county of its scourge.

As the year drew to a close, with just over twenty days remaining until New Year's Eve, this period was the busiest time of the year for owners of enterprises and institutions. Friends from political, commercial, and academic circles multiplied, and with the upcoming New Year, social pleasantries were unavoidable; acquaintances one rarely contacted required outreach to maintain ties, while frequent contacts required cementing and deepening bonds.

"Bai Xue, there is still a pack of Chunghwa cigarettes at home, bring it over to the store tomorrow. Some male customers still expect to be handed a cigarette." Although they were both in the home textiles market, people in the Dieshiqiao finished goods market preferred Chunghwa, while those in the fabric market preferred Nanjing, which was quite a peculiar phenomenon.

The venomous python was thirty meters long, causing tremors in the surrounding ground every time it wriggled. Its entire body was covered in cyan scales that oozed a toxic green venom, its tail bristled with numerous spikes, its head grew a pair of tentacles, and a ring of red patterns encircled its neck, looking exceptionally bizarre.

The taste was slightly tart and astringent, but the moment it slid down the throat, a surge of fragrance welled up. It felt as though a fire was burning in one's abdomen, causing the heart to beat wildly and contract toward the limbs and bones.

Since it was already past lunchtime, the shop appeared rather deserted at the moment, with only a handful of patrons. Seeing Yang Tianlong, a Chinese man, walk over, a few of them occasionally cast curious glances at him, discussing his appearance among themselves, though Yang Tianlong paid them no mind.

"Since when did your Silver Wolf Clan have a Supreme-grade artisan? This heart-protecting badge must be a Supreme-grade treasure, right?" Elder Yu's gaze was piercingly sharp.

"How could that be? Your skills are so good, the guild should be fighting over you. Come join our guild." Qiqi extended an olive branch.

For Lin Ye, this matter was no different from a bolt from the blue. His gaze fell upon Fang Xiang, and he demanded an answer in a harsh, stern voice.

The son Huang Shunqian referred to at the time was naturally Huang Matong, but his words also contained a logical flaw because, aside from his eldest son Huang Matong, Huang Shunqian had two other sons. With Huang Shunqian now absent, Huang Jiyang had no way to verify it, but upon seeing that this was the grandson of his old friend, his guardedness melted away.

Meanwhile, on the second group's arena, the two figures standing opposite each other were none other than the mysterious sorcerer Yu and Murong Lie. Both had won all three of their previous matches, and whichever of them won this bout would advance to the final showdown.

"I do not wish to engage in any more meaningless slaughter!" Lin Ye's expression shifted, and the Blue Haze Sword, sensing the emotional fluctuations of its master, suddenly blazed with a much stronger blue radiance.

Scarcely had Zhao Yongxing's voice trailed off when the leader of the Mo Sect snatched the pipe right out of Zhao Yongxing's hand and immediately popped it into his mouth to smoke.

In particular, the Crimson Bar had recklessly leaked the confidential whereabouts of the Dragon Soul operatives, directly causing the deaths of several Dragon Soul elite soldiers.

Lü Bu felt somewhat helpless, but what else could he do? He could only hope to reach Luoyang City sooner so that the warhorses could rest for a while. Otherwise, if the warhorses were worked to exhaustion and dropped dead, he would either have to commandeer mounts from other cavalry units or rely entirely on his own two legs.

Suddenly, deep within the Divine Desolate Mountain Range, a towering mountain mysteriously exploded, sending shockwaves rolling thousands of zhang into the air.

"Y-Young... Young Master, I've finally... finally... seen you!" Ling Shan's vision suddenly went dark, and he fainted on the spot. Ling Tong hurriedly dispatched men to summon a physician for treatment. Upon hearing the physician's diagnosis that the collapse was due to severe exhaustion and starvation, he breathed a sigh of relief. Once Ling Shan regained consciousness, he immediately began feeding him the food he had prepared.