Volume One, Chapter 47: Exposed in the Countryside

“Mom, I really am soft-hearted and have a gentle disposition, you’re not wrong about that.” Su Ningxia spoke, and her mother responded with a cheerful “Well!” and said with a smile, “Then tomorrow I’ll go and arrange your marriage, let’s settle it once and for all.”

“But I can’t get married.” Su Ningxia looked at her mother, enunciating each word, “If I get married now, if I stay here, I’ll end up in prison.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, then she glared at Su Ningxia fiercely. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could marrying mean going to jail? Are you crazy? I think you’re just pretending to be confused because you don’t want to get married!”

“Yes, Mom, I am pretending to be confused. But aren’t you doing the same? A fool…”

Any experienced cultivator witnessing this scene would immediately recognize it as the celestial phenomenon that occurs when a late-stage Nascent Soul master draws in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to condense a divine pill.

Watching Zhuang Zhou swimming toward the Lord’s Pit, Ye Moxing’s gaze flickered and he let out a sigh. Then he saw Wang Zhaojun clearing a wave of minions in the middle lane and heading toward the same pit, their movements openly exposed. The Bull Demon from the Treasure Team was already approaching, checking bushes as he walked, while his teammates began to converge.

Ye Chuihong had no intention of stopping; her life was thriving, unless she decided she didn’t want to stay in America any longer.

At noon, Lin Cha bought two lunches from the hospital cafeteria. On her way back to the ward, she couldn’t resist taking out her phone for a quick look.

The black rose was forcibly given to Wu Jin; as he suddenly gripped it, the boy’s unsuspecting right hand was marked with a red bruise.

Now, Hudi shook his head like a rattling drum. “That guy’s at the fountain.” On the show, contestants are forbidden from revealing their knowledge of their opponents’ identities. The other two trainee artists frowned in unison.

After chatting with Song Renjun, she had just returned to Mrs. Charlie’s new house when Han Yu’s call came through.

Black mist gradually swallowed and covered the electric lights, closing in like a curtain before his eyes.

The next day, Huaizhen rose early. In the misty morning light, she saw the brocade and velvet stained the night before had been washed clean. Drawing near, she caught the scent of powerful La Va soap.

Father and son returned home, gazing at a table piled high with delicious food. The foul mood stirred up by earlier troubles eased considerably.

Taiichi Nogami walked out of the parking lot unhurriedly, stepping onto the road. His wooden clogs struck the ground with a crisp, pleasant sound.

As for the truth of the matter, even if the Immortal Elder of the Antarctic didn’t know the details, he could still deduce a thing or two. With Tianzhong’s forceful retort, he truly didn’t dare respond.

Just standing before the solemn Qin ministers in the palace made one’s legs tremble like a leaf.

Passing the main gate, Lu Yuan and Guo Yuanpei greeted Qin Yao with hearty, honest smiles.

But when it came time to dial the number, she hesitated, and after a moment’s thought, called her father, Wang Huashun, instead.

Xiao Zhenxi gestured, then led Fang Zheng into the sightseeing elevator up to the third floor of the Moon Over the Sea Club.

The three emerged from the hotel, immediately spotting a black luxury van parked nearby. A tall, professional-looking man in a black suit waited by the vehicle, extending his hand to shake Conrad’s.

Shen Zhou, speaking, pulled Xiao Na into his arms again. The two grew intimate, only to discover a gap in the iron door of the dark chamber, through which a pair of shifty eyes peered inside.

The Primordial Lord said nothing, but in his heart, he was deeply disappointed in this disciple.

Liuli, suddenly startled, hurried out of the pavilion. Passing by Coral, she tripped for no apparent reason and stumbled, nearly falling.

In an instant, the entire ocean was sucked into the Pearl That Covers the Sea. It was as if what was being absorbed wasn’t water, but blue mist.

Liuli relaxed, realizing that sometimes illness wasn’t entirely a bad thing. A smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Two officers stepped forward and, without a word, shoved the young man who had spoken out the door, slamming the barred gate shut behind him.

With damaged meridians, even someone who had never trained in martial arts would struggle to bear such a blow.

Ouyang sat in the octagonal pavilion, draped in a snow-white cloak. Perhaps from a few drinks, his cheeks were slightly flushed, lending his usually cold face a rare warmth.

Lin Su lowered her gaze, remaining silent. Was she magnanimous? She scoffed inwardly. Perhaps she was generous to innocent children, but if not for a lingering sense of guilt toward Li Moshang from a past life, she doubted she could truly treat him as her own.

Afu nodded and fell silent. Seeing this, Lin Su straightened a bit and looked toward the imperial physician kneeling by the bedside, feeling the pulse. She noticed he was sweating profusely after only a short while, his expression anxious and uneasy.

The commotion in the village roused everyone. People grabbed sticks and other implements, rushing out of their homes toward the east gate.

“Senior Brother Xiao?” Chu Luoxi’s thoughts were fuzzy again, so her query was full of suspicion, especially since Liu Yu Jia’s excitement at the mention of this person was unusually intense.

She spread out a picnic blanket, laying out the barbecue and hotpot ingredients she had prepared in advance.

Zhang Qing’s blood and energy were unstable today, toxins spreading through her body. If Xu Chang’an hadn’t stayed by her side, Zhang Qing might have died from poisoning already.

“A little accident—I got off the bus unexpectedly and realized there were no taxis around!” She didn’t mention that she’d been thrown off by that scoundrel Fu Jinchuan.

What they truly cared about was probably connections. Hopefully, the Su family still held some value in their eyes, something worth exploiting for greater effect.

Among these players, some had earned fame in domestic football in their previous lives, but more squandered their talents in various ways. May they cherish this hard-won opportunity in this life!

Most of them heard about her being punished to stand; quite a few young men offered comfort, promising to avenge her.