Volume One, Chapter 40: She... Got Married?

Fushi Group Headquarters, the largest conference hall on the top floor.

The heavy mahogany doors were firmly shut, sealing away the commotion of the world outside.

Within, the air was so dense it seemed filled with lead, an oppressive silence thick with the tension of an unspoken battle.

At this moment, Tang Juncheng’s display, while ostensibly to keep Cheng Youhuai from overhearing their conversation, was also clearly a way of demonstrating his profound abilities to Su Rongrong.

Yuan Zhen and the others bowed deeply, their eyes brimming with both reverence and a faint glimmer of fear.

Elder Jiang remained unusually silent, turning his gaze to the scenery flashing past the window, lost in thought for a long time.

Holkinna’s unwavering affection for him left him both moved and, at the same time, helplessly awkward.

Yet now, Shen Aotian’s talent was unparalleled, a figure for the ages. Though he had not reached the emperor’s realm, he possessed the Celestial Tome, and within the constellation between his brows, a starry domain of his own making, fully capable of employing an ancient formation from ten millennia ago.

“Strange, there’s not a trace left behind,” he withdrew his spiritual power, a flicker of wonder in his eyes.

The others nodded; they knew their own cultivation was far too meager to offer Wu Hui any real assistance. For now, all they desired was to enter the Yin-Yang World and go into seclusion to improve their realms.

Duan Qingming remained silent, head bowed, sipping her tea. Yue Jia’s bright eyes stared at her frail yet steadfast mistress, something caught in her throat, and she could no longer utter a word.

Hmph, Duan Yulan’s mind is not yet so mature, is it? Such wild swings between joy and sorrow, so intense—could she really endure it? Duan Yu truly doubted it.

Qingdi listened to their quarrel, the corner of her lips curling slightly. She had long known that, back then, none could escape responsibility for what happened to her mother. Yet the Yin family was always clever, forever casting themselves as the innocent, leaving others to take the risks.

“Let me introduce you—this is my nephew, Qi Rui,” Qi Fang said, her smile both dignified and warm.

For some reason, her left eye kept twitching inexplicably, her hand trembling slightly as she held the script, her heart filled with a vague melancholy.

Hu Qianyin suddenly realized this was a ticking time bomb. She wanted to step forward, but found herself unable to move, her legs shaking with fear.

When Mu Siyue rushed to the villa’s iron gates, Qi Rui caught her by the arm. Outside the gates stood a champagne-gold Rolls Royce. Mo Xiangwan emerged first, but was visibly stunned.

She stopped in her tracks, but then immediately turned back and, raising her hand, delivered a resounding slap to Fang Yuan.

Yet, day after day of relentless nausea had worn Huaxu’s mind utterly exhausted.

Holding Tiantian in her arms, she let the two of them chat for a while, then played with her for some time. Jiang Chen’s parents were preparing lunch; Qiao Nian had meant to help, but was instead pulled away to stroll and sightsee.

Before, when the celestial soldiers descended to the mortal world, they had slain tens of thousands of Flower Fruit Mountain’s monkeys, all because he did not care for the position Heaven had bestowed upon him.

The anticipated return of TL on January 21st has sparked great excitement, with the clash of emerging and established boy bands, former and current generations, drawing widespread attention.

To be honest, Hiruzen Sarutobi was not in favor of Leaf Chick’s retirement. After all, he was a prodigy who had reached elite jonin rank at age twelve—unprecedented, and perhaps unrepeatable. With his natural gifts, it would take only a few years for him to reach Kage level; to surpass it was not out of the realm of possibility.

Jin Nanhui’s Jin Dynasty Club’s general manager, though merely an employee, was someone that even Jin Nanhui himself dared not provoke.