Volume One, Chapter Thirty: Even a Marriage Without Feelings Has Its Merits

Based on what Tang Chengzhan knew of Sweetheart, he was certain that once she met Li Sisi, she would completely forget about her own brother. It was truly a narrow escape—at the very last moment, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade’s tip grazed Ye Tianci’s clothes. If it had advanced another centimeter, it would have sliced his skin.

“Eight golden spirit essences and five hundred silver spirit essences—having these is by no means simple,” someone remarked.

On one side stood the black-robed saint, shrouded in thick black mist. Flames burned on either side of him, and several terrifying figures flickered within the surging fog around him.

“Who will go first?” Jun Yixiao’s heart stirred. The Red Lotus Karma Fire floated before him. Strangely, despite the intensity of its blaze, it emitted no heat at all.

Night gradually fell. The First Lady’s madness eased somewhat, but the unbearable itching all over her body did not subside.

Lin Jinhua paid no mind to propriety and hurried forward, while Doctor Lu stepped aside to see what would happen.

The altar was anything but elaborate or grand; in fact, it was quite crude, merely two wooden tiers stacked together, with large chunks of meat spread across the front.

Shrill wails and furious roars filled the air, sharp and violent, blending with the howling winds to create an earth-shaking, deafening cacophony.

On the taxi ride home, I dozed for a while. After unlocking the door, I was greeted by silence in the house. Without turning on the lights, I used my phone’s flashlight and made my way upstairs, step by step.

Zang Kejia once wrote, “Some people are dead, but still alive; some are alive, but already dead.” People are but fleeting guests between heaven and earth; when death comes, life cannot return. We only live once—cherish the preciousness of life! Life is truly invaluable; may we always remain optimistic and content.

After Jing Yunuan fell asleep, drowsiness soon overtook Qian Ruoruo as well. She quietly closed the door, returned to her own room, and drifted off herself.

It was a pity that the Fire Spirit Sparrow never regarded these people as anything significant; the only reason it hadn’t left its dwelling was because it was fast asleep inside! Yet Cang Yuan knew that even if the Fire Spirit Sparrow’s wings were not yet fully grown, it was not a creature to be trifled with.

Upon returning to the company, Liu Mingshu did not tell Madam Liu about the incident. He hoped to give Zhang Xiaocheng a chance to mend his ways.

You’ve talked with him for days but never gone out with him, and he can’t bear it any longer. Now, when it comes to thinking about where to go, why can’t I know what you’re thinking? If they won’t let me adjust, no one can provoke me—if we can’t do this, we’re already at forty-three percent.

There were still many things Liuhuo couldn’t understand. If he had followed and seen Lingkong’s gaping, pitch-black mouth, Liuhuo might have been scared out of his wits on the spot.

“Brother Li!” Batian Thorn roared in rage, his voice echoing across the sky. Everyone from the Batian clan stared in terror at the severed head floating in the air.

A warmth spread in Wang Peng’s heart. Mo Fusang was truly angry with him, but her love was so deep she no longer cared about right or wrong.

Facing the door, Chai Rong saw Han Yafen enter and, feeling awkward, gave Wang Peng a nudge and gestured toward the doorway.

“Shuisheng, I won’t lie to you. I’ve waited for you in the bamboo garden for four days. If you don’t let me in now, I’ll keep waiting here anyway. It’s all the same.” Wang Peng didn’t answer Qiu Shuisheng’s question directly, figuring he could guess why he had come at this hour.

In the middle, Xi Ji picked up the microphone, and then all the communication channels of the Deep Sea Soviet Fleet burst into rock music, its rhythm reminiscent of Soviet songs.

The assault destroyer stayed gloomily in its own bridge, silently gnawing on steel and drinking fuel.

She obediently hugged herself tighter, and a satisfied sigh escaped from his lips.

However, the herbs for refining the Scattered Spirit Pills, placed in the corner, were all used up. Ye Feng took out the thirty-odd Scattered Spirit Pills he had made from his storage pouch. Confident that these pills would prove useful sooner or later, he put them back into his pouch for safekeeping.

Lang An clearly still had strength to spare. He let out a cold laugh and, turning his palm, caused an explosive thunderclap to erupt in midair. A wave of ancient power shot toward Chu Nian.

The three gray wolves at the front leapt forward, jaws wide open, their icy fangs shrouded in a fierce golden-red aura.

At this moment, Shen Qili’s once neatly coiled hair had become a tangled mess, her vivid lipstick smeared beyond her lips. One eye was swollen, clearly from a punch. The shoulder and chest of her gown were torn, leaving the curves of her chest even more prominent.

He gazed inward at his dantian, where a crystalline block had begun to divide, cell-like, into a second. At that moment, he could clearly sense his spiritual energy being drawn wildly into this second crystal.

Han Lianyi’s thoughts were in turmoil, tangled and impossible to unravel. The confusion left her bewildered, even with herself—why was this happening? She could neither explain nor understand.

“Big brother…” Ye Yuanba murmured, and without another word, followed his fifth brother Ye Yuanxiong, taking Du Wanqing and disappearing into the void.

After the farce, the wolf-headed Charles launched the first attack. Facing the still-standing psychic barrier and the blazing ring of fire, the thieves at the front raised their swords, each blade shimmering with a thin layer of battle aura, and stabbed at the barrier.

The meeting of the Divine Dragon Physique and the Ice Spirit Physique was unprecedented. Their cooperation was a true first in practice, and the anticipation was palpable.