Volume One, Chapter 77: I Am, After All, a Married Man

Watching Pei Fang’s relentless chatter, Chen Yuan’s temples throbbed; she tossed aside her chopsticks and grabbed a chicken head from the plate with her bare hands.

The military report was vague—nobody knew what had really happened at the front, for of a hundred thousand soldiers, only a handful survived.

After several deep breaths, Nan Yang calmly placed her fingertips on her wrist again and continued to check her pulse.

Her connection of thought was tied to Si You’s secret soul technique; her innate yang essence was with Si He, so naturally, she could no longer exchange soul essence with Qing Huan.

Whether old or young, everyone who met this elderly gentleman would greet him with the utmost respect.

Students and teachers at school often saw Gong Linglong driving her children to and from classes; it was long established that her family was affluent, and many classmates were curious about her husband’s identity.

Xie Tingzhou’s robe was soaked, immediately catching her eye—the heir could spill so much just drinking tea, droplets still falling from his fingers.

Aunt Jiao was momentarily speechless, thinking of her earlier criticism regarding the hat for Bai Shuixian; she had indeed acted rashly and failed to manage the matter properly, losing the fifty yuan she could have earned.

“As for why Ditto appeared at Feather Roost Residence, Bilan, you should know better than I.” Hugo looked playfully at his detective assistant, clearly aware of the underlying reason.

With the people of Qingyi County lining the streets in farewell, the convoy gradually departed, heading toward the capital.

Lu Fei wasted no time, immediately following the navigation toward the abandoned factory.

A black mist engulfed Bai Mu, obscuring his body in an instant—where he had stood, only a swirling fog remained, emitting a shrill, piercing scream.

Orange’s face was full of unwillingness. Though he hated to admit it, at the moment, Green was far superior in both the speed of spell casting and the power of magic.

A torrent of yin energy, roaring like a storm, surged toward Jiang Qiu, burrowing into his body and transforming into nether force to repair his foundation. The process was so lengthy that Jiang Qiu lost all sense of time.

As the fat man sat down, Tang Yuan followed, and a burst of white light enveloped them both. Outsiders could not see inside, but from this vantage point, it felt mysterious—almost sacred and inviolable.

Leone and Xia Shi showed no restraint; after a whole day without food, both were ravenous.

As a mercenary, he seldom met his match, but today… facing Second Brother, he felt his skills might never come into play before being defeated.

Exchanging perfunctory greetings with the crowd, Su Yang quickly left with Dou Liu and another companion—the scene was far too conspicuous, and attracting the academy’s attention would be unwise.

Wu Xing crawled out of the ruins, took a breath, and checked himself; fortunately, he hadn’t been crushed by the mountain.

At that moment, Guo Heng was tied to a chair, beaten and bruised, looking utterly miserable.

Sunlight streamed through the window, autumn light no longer as scorching or harsh as summer’s.

“No way! Has Madman really been defeated like this?” A middle-aged man stared in shock at the gaping pit on stage, eyes nearly popping out. The Madman was so fragile—just one move and he lost?

Zabuza immediately interjected, “No, I don’t think it’s necessary.” Hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to him.

The Sword Saint’s words echoed vividly in Qiu Xuan’s mind; he dared not forget a single detail, especially now, inside this mysterious grand hall where any lapse could mean mortal danger.

“The Great Ninja War has erupted. Uchiha Madara is pressing ever closer. If I continue to dawdle, it will be detrimental to the cause,” Naruto said, smiling at the two elders, Onoki and Tsunade.

If Qiu Xuan had not known the Demon God and enjoyed such a close relationship, Fire Phoenix certainly wouldn’t have treated him so warmly. This was the advantage that strength brings. Qiu Xuan understood—without the Demon God’s presence, Fire Phoenix wouldn’t even notice him.

It took an hour and a half to walk from Qingfeng Town back to the Gu residence. Arriving at the gate, Gu Ling’er was utterly exhausted, unable to take another step, and leaned heavily against the dilapidated wooden door, gasping for breath.

Long Linfei was displeased but complied. Gu Ling’er quickly removed her outer garment and grabbed a pale, wild-colored robe from the side. Yet, at that moment, something unexpected happened.

“Wrong! It’s the smell of lust!” Long Linfei sipped his tea and glanced at Yang Yun, a hint of disdain flashing across his handsome face.

Gu Yan immediately summoned the Red-armored Giant Crab, joining the others in surrounding the Sand Serpent King for battle, while the ranged attackers unleashed various skills from behind. Phantom led the assassins in digging traps ahead of the ranged fighters.

But this could not last; one morning, Xiang Hao paused his pill-making and publicly recruited guards and alchemists, offering rewards so generous they could only be described as astronomical.

Sun Wukong was embarrassed by Ye Chen’s words. His cloud somersault could span eighty thousand miles in a single leap, yet he could never catch up to Ye Chen, who left him behind by hundreds of thousands of miles.

The Toad that devoured the Phoenix hastily stuffed the silver coins before him into his pocket, then suddenly froze, placing them into his pouch instead. Turning back, his wide eyes glared fiercely at the oblivious short knife that continued its work, his teeth grinding with rage.