Volume One, Chapter 58: He Was Actually Capable of Jealousy-Married His Brother, Became His Sister-in-Law, and Made My In-Laws Bow Down!(Listening to the Wind)

Bo Xingzhou gazed at her. She wore a black dress, her face bare of makeup, pale and wan, her eyes carrying a calm that bordered on tragic, concealing a deep sorrow within. He no longer tried to stop her, only remained silent for a few moments. Sunlight fell into his deep-set eyes, yet one could not discern any particular emotion in them—only a tranquil, well-like depth and stillness.

Then he stood, his towering figure exuding an intangible pressure, his voice as even and unruffled as ever.

After speaking, he took Li Mufei’s hand and led her away. From start to finish, Lin Zhi did not dare to utter a word of protest.

I had no idea how long I cried. When I was finally exhausted, I rummaged through my wallet and found the photo booth sticker I had taken with Lele during summer break. Looking at Lele’s brilliant smile in the picture, I couldn’t help but feel another wave of heartache.

At the very instant Mu Xifeng escaped, a terrifying explosion resounded, and the Grade Two Primordial Spirit Treasure, the Wheel of Samsara, was shattered to dust by a single palm strike! But the force of that palm vanished completely as well.

At the end of the tentacles stood a gigantic tree. From it, countless tendrils writhed like wild hair, and in its trunk there yawned a great, bloody maw, rows of teeth gleaming coldly—clearly, that gash was the tree demon’s enormous mouth.

“I… believe you.” I forced a small smile at Lin Hui. Though suspicion lingered, in the end I chose to trust her—after all, she was Lele’s sister.

“You really are a true killing fiend now!” Looking at Lin Fan’s name, which had turned purple, Chaos couldn’t help but laugh. The name was well and truly purple now, with not a trace of red left.

Another wave of pain crashed through, and though it lasted only a few minutes, it left Xiaoqi drenched in sweat. She gaped, gasping for breath, her hair plastered to her face in damp strands, blurring her vision.

Yet my mood differed from that of Ghostcry, my magic pet, who crouched nearby, covering its head and face with its huge wings, wearing an expression of utter distaste. Clearly, it was still not used to the sunlight.

Zhong Yue arrived very early at the site of the foundation ceremony today, wanting to prepare in advance for the inevitable barrage of reporters’ questions.

The three-headed hound nudged its massive, two-meter-long body forward, extended its tail to gently lift her up, just as it had a thousand years ago, letting her sit upon its back. Its eyes glowed green, a black whirlwind whirled beneath its feet, and it carried Momo swiftly down the road to the underworld.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and found herself in a dense bamboo grove. Through the gaps in the bamboo, she saw a clearing a hundred yards away, where a man sat with hands pressed together, motionless—the very same terrifying evil monk, Chen the Monk.

At first, Chen Zhifan did not notice anything amiss with Ghost Coin Bank, for he was wholly absorbed in honing his muscles, bones, and skin with the omnipresent extreme cold within his body.

His strength could rival that of Fan Weili; plus, he wielded the Azure Sword. Though his mastery of swordsmanship was not as lofty as Fan Weili’s, compared to Fan Weili without his divine sword, their abilities were evenly matched.

Watching Mengyao sleep, Ye Fan felt deep pain. To see Mengyao suffer so much tormented him.

If the person before them were truly provoked to wrath, the notion that none would survive might be an exaggeration, but a bloodbath was certainly possible.

However, neither the Fourth Elder nor Walker and the others cared about the casualties at all. They had achieved unprecedented success, and if the results were weighed, these losses mattered little to them.

Yet, unexpectedly, someone had used an anti-gravity jetpack to scale the Prime Tower! Upon recognizing the jetpack, Zhang Yifan actually felt admiration for the climber’s ingenuity—who would have thought of such a method?

Of course, Wei Wuji was not foolish enough to actually harm the emperor, for that would only bring trouble upon himself.