Volume 1, Chapter 188: Getting Married at the End of the Month

Undoubtedly, Mother Su and the Su family had made exorbitant demands, attempting to raise the bride price at the last minute. Zhou Jia was no fool; seeing how unreasonable the Su family was, he simply called off the marriage.

Besides, given the exceptionally high bride price Zhou Jia was offering, whom couldn't he marry? He had only set his sights on the Su girl because of her beauty and high level of education.

"Then I will go with you tomorrow," Su Ningxia said.

She had not yet settled accounts with the Su family regarding the time Mother Su went to look for Mother Qin.

Since Mother Su had entertained even the slightest notion of a bride exchange, the corners of her lips curled upward in a cold smile.

Early the next morning, Su Ningxia appeared with her face covered.

Mother Su frowned deeply at the sight.

"What is wrong with your face?"

"A slight allergic reaction."

Mother Su raised an eyebrow, "You are wearing..."

Later, Zhou Zehao went to school once more, took the opportunity to call the Xu family to check on Xu Shuyun, and then plunged back into a frenzy of experiments.

Shi Hui was well-versed in medical arts, and as a matter of routine, she always carried two sets of acupuncture needles—one set of gold and one of silver. Because gold and silver needles differed in flexibility, they were used according to different needs. This particular silver needle was extremely fine and soft, something not just any physician could wield.

He did not appear overly constrained; through frequent contact with Kang Longji, Zhou An had come to know his casual demeanor in private.

Although the Holy Mother of the Pure Land could not be trusted entirely at present, she was not completely untrustworthy either. Zhou An had a pretty good guess regarding her current mindset. The Holy Mother of the Pure Land was determined to leave the palace; she needed to rescue the fractured Pure Land Sect, and in order to regain her freedom, she was willing to do anything and pay any price.

Yang Qian raised her eyes, and the siblings stood in a silent standoff, each discerning an uncompromising stubbornness in the other's gaze.

Even Li Shengjia had sent someone to deliver a warning, telling her not to displease the princess that evening.

Otherwise, this blemish on his record could never be washed away. Even though everyone knew that Zhou An and Wu Xukuan could not possibly be in collusion, it would still lead people to speculate whether Zhou An might harbor ulterior motives on account of Zhou Ying.

"That's good..." Yang Qian relaxed, as if the tightly strung cord supporting her had finally snapped, and tears suddenly gushed forth.

Everyone present knew something of the He family's circumstances, so He Bai's appearance did not provoke mockery; instead, it drew sighs all around. Yang Xunnan felt it particularly deeply. Seeing He Bai weeping uncontrollably, his own eyes grew red as well, feeling a strange sense of grievance on the other's behalf.

However, the horses were galloping too fiercely, covering dozens of zhang in the blink of an eye, and no one possessed ears sensitive enough to catch any subtle sounds.

Because many Mongols believed that the Xiongnu were their direct ancestors, and that the Xiongnu in turn were descendants of the House of Xia—making them essentially of the same stock as the Han people of the Central Plains—these united-front tactics did indeed produce some results.

Just at that moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Dozens of sharp arrows suddenly whistled out from the shops on both sides of the street.

"You're in this state and still trying to act tough." Jiang Feiyu turned Tang Pianpian's head toward him, stroking her hair with a heart-pumping tenderness.

Meanwhile, on the southern bank of Yama River, the generals who had not yet crossed—including Weiming Jizhong, Mozang Anhuan, Weimu Yanping, Dong Mingzhao, and Moyi Dage—saw everything clearly, yet were utterly helpless.

Gu Yan walked into the room and immediately saw an elderly man sitting in the seat of honor. He looked to be in his seventies, with a corpulent figure and a rosy complexion, bearing a rather benevolent appearance. At first glance, who would ever imagine that such a person could be a Holy Master?

For if one chose to skirt around the mountain, it would waste a great deal of time and physical stamina. Naturally, those confident and proud transcendents would not lag behind others by taking the long way up the mountain.

After Yang Yan led his troops away, Zhao Yuru immediately issued the order for the forces to break camp and press forward, guided by Li Kunchen and others as they headed toward the direction of Fenggu.

Under the moonlight, the three of them swiftly scanned their surroundings. Feng Qiange narrowed her eyes, listening intently to the incoming presences—thirty-two experts. It seemed the people out for her blood had spared no expense in hiring so many masters.

In the Primordial Ancient Mine, although Xia Yang was fighting three opponents at once, he was completely at ease. Relying solely on the terrifying power of his physical body, every casual punch and kick he threw possessed a might comparable to Supreme Imperial Weapons.

It could be basically confirmed that the seven-branched bronze candelabrum possessed a history of at least eight hundred years, and its state of preservation was fairly decent. It should be an antique artwork of considerable value.

Dilong drove the car, carrying Xiang Yongtai, Huizhizhu, and others as they appeared on the road back to the city, speeding forward all the way. Although there were some bumps along the route, they were not nearly as noticeable, and the road was much wider and smoother than when they had driven in.

While sorting through the lists of museum staff members and their relatives from that year, Ye Tian took note of Andrew. Considering that Andrew's age at the time was roughly the same as the robbers', he included him in the investigation list.

When mentioning the name Su Yingmei, Lü Haotian once again increased the emphasis in his tone.

Next, as representatives of the three cooperating parties, all three of them were to take the stage and speak for a while, introducing the process and achievements of this tripartite joint exploration mission.

Zhou Longhua was the most powerful "controller" among the transcendents gathered by Qin Lu, so he naturally took over Qin Lu's high-tech weapons laboratory as its top technician and director, rather than joining Cheng Hongjun and the others as merely an instructor responsible for training in subject-specific transcendent skills.

Ying'er slipped into the room and used the warmth of her palms to melt the frost patterns on the glass window. Peering through the window, she saw her mother struggling to drag the body of a young man backward into the house.

"That is true. It is indeed great fortune that this Portland Vase fell into my hands, but it is also the vase's own fortune. This is a win-win situation."

The bearded man twitched the corners of his mouth and finally lowered his hands in resignation, while the faint earthy-yellow glow that had been faintly pulsing between his arms and torso began to dissipate.

However, Ming Xi remembered that back on Xilue Island, Senior Inquisitor Gao Feiyuan had once joked: Once that War Mara grew weaker, it might just end up possessing a seafood creature.