Volume One, Chapter 40: Playing Matchmaker

“In the future, I’ll be able to lighten the family’s burden a little.” Hearing these words, Su’s mother nodded with satisfaction. “I’m glad you have this thought, but didn’t you just break off your engagement? My heart aches for you, so I thought I’d introduce you to a good family. Once you marry early, we can finally celebrate in our household!”

This hadn’t happened in her previous life.

Su Ningxia furrowed her brows slightly. Considering the money the Su family had lost recently, could it be that they were counting on marrying her off for a bride price?

She smiled and said, “Mom, I’m not in a hurry.”

“How can you not be? I’m only thinking of what’s best for you!”

“This is your Aunt Liu, she specializes in matchmaking. Later you can talk with her, get to know...”

Such a precious thing, how could I accept it? I wanted to refuse, but no words would come out, leaving me anxious and helpless.

My hands trembled as I slowly unfolded the note: ‘Conversing in the rain, no distance between us; in the vastness of the heart, only three know.’ What the old servant mentioned about the Xiongnu’s leader—could this note be from Li Yan?

Lu Liyie enjoyed watching her shy expression, her cheeks blooming like two fresh peaches, as if with the slightest pinch, sweet nectar would overflow.

“Assistant Liu, this seems to have nothing to do with you.” Hu Yifei spoke coldly, clearly showing there was long-standing animosity between them.

The first time I met Lu Mochuan was two years ago. At that time, my roommate and I worked as temps at the same club. The manager sent us to help set up for a cocktail party; short-staffed, we worked late into the night.

Ye Fan lived in the Longwu Empire, which was divided into many prefectures. The prefecture to which Pingyang County belonged was called Tianfu—one of the most powerful. Ye Fan’s mother was from the Meng family, one of Tianfu’s three great houses.

Lin Ruoyu’s lips curved in a satisfied, enchanting smile as she walked out gracefully. I grabbed my helmet and hurried after her.

“Even if it’s not great, it shouldn’t be this bad, right?” Originally, the martial artists thought Ye Fan was lucky, but seeing what he held, their expressions became odd.

As Lin Xuan considered whether to break through or observe, footsteps echoed from outside the door.

Zhao Guang, Zhang Zun, and Li Qiu crossed their arms, watching the younger generation roughhouse, looking every bit the elders.

Most people, if plagued by illness for years, with no end in sight, eventually become engulfed by despair. Over time, their thoughts twist, and it’s easy to lose hope entirely.

But lately, she realized that the game of playing hard to get didn’t work on the brothers.

He had reached the half-step Golden Core realm, condensed his divine sense, and his mastery over spiritual power was subtle; otherwise, letting spiritual energy flow freely might dispel the cold, but would surely harm his meridians.

Zhou Yiyi and her companions, fresh from battle, exchanged glances at this announcement, puzzled by the mention of relocating, yet full of expectation.

The next day, when Yue Fei saw off Guan Feng and Ma Yun, he found Ma Yun directing attendants to load a large chest onto the carriage.

“Keep dreaming! Bastard!” At the mention of leaving the child behind, Jiang Yihao, who had seen the horrors while searching for supplies, flew into a rage, spitting at them in disgust.

Xia Yu climbed onto the truck tire, picked a fine basket, moved it to the back, hopped down, transferred the radishes to her own basket, and handed the empty one back to the boss.

Since Ma Yun was born, apart from that one farming trip, Uncle Zhou hadn’t left his side for a single day.

If you hold her back today, what about tomorrow, when Gu Yeyou and that scoundrel are alone together? Can you stop them then?

Straightening his attire, he solemnly bowed to Li Quanyou. Li was so startled he knelt with a thud, forcing Lü Hanqiang to help him up in a fluster.

“At that time, I was indeed there; I only survived by luck…” Tie Zheng thought of Ling Chong, his face shadowed with sorrow.

He was cultivating the seventh layer of Dao Harmony, advancing to the eighth; with some success in harmonizing his mind, his experience was exceptionally rich.

But there were complex rules to discuss, for instance, when placing fish to ward off evil, one must avoid those with fierce or negative energy. The placement of the fish tank depends on the individual; if placed in an unlucky spot, it can bring trouble instead of protection.

It was strange—they were opposites in ideology, cultivation, and temperament, yet somehow they had grown so close. With anyone else, Lu Lanlian would have loudly scolded them for lack of ambition.

Especially now, with the Tianshin Legion surrounded, the Wasteland and Deep Sea Sectors need no mention, and political turmoil plagues the Canglan Sector, with the situation in Morning Central unclear due to division.

When using plants to store wind and water, poisonous varieties must be avoided, and the form of the plant itself is important.

One place was easily won by Three-Life Fireworks, without spending a single coin.

Most crucially, the prisoners sent to Prison No. 3 might not be powerful fighters; coming from fragmentary worlds, their magic was weak, relying only on brute strength, unable to compare with the others.

The man felt a blur before his eyes, then a chilling sound of shattering bones echoed from the field.

A few miles from the manor, Wu Yan landed his flying sword, found a deserted spot, removed his veil, and changed his appearance to that of a young cultivator with mid-stage Foundation cultivation, wearing the clothes of a Jin family disciple obtained from Jinrong’s storage pouch.