Volume One, Chapter 51: The Feeling of Being a Husband

She had originally wanted to confide in her sister-in-law, but it seemed her sister-in-law was always too busy, scarcely having any time to see her, let alone sit down for a proper conversation.

Lin Ming certainly recognized that technique. As soon as the swirling power of the Heaven-Devouring Devil Art enveloped him, he felt his energy rapidly being drained, the pressure around him intensifying at once.

When she awoke, the car had already stopped. Her head was resting on Gu Xidong’s shoulder, and the vehicle was empty except for the two of them.

“I never expected Su Hao to be so loyal and righteous. He always thought of helping our Cloud Sky City, and it was Su Hao who helped me resolve the infant incident in Cloud Sky City,” the city lord remarked with emotion.

Having just left the bridal chamber and about to head straight for the maidservants' quarters, Qu Yiyi suddenly heard the creak of the next room’s door opening.

He Zhi Zhou’s long, thick lashes fluttered a few times before he slowly opened his eyes.

Gu Xidong had a strong sense of direction; Qi Anluo hardly ever had to worry about finding the way, she only needed to follow him.

However, at each First Martial Arts Assembly, there would always be one or even several descendants of Heavenly Lords. These inheritors would one day reach the level of Great Realm Kings, yet they were not counted among the three thousand Great Realm Kings.

It was thought that with the departure of the Martial King and the arrival of the powerful Earthly Zhou True Lord, the Divine Sect would surely achieve greatness among mortals.

We call this system with special potential the Alien Race. This isn’t a name chosen at random; it carries a particular meaning. Since it is a race, there would naturally be different branches, just as humanity has various professions and social classes.

He Kun didn’t speak; he simply turned his eyes toward me. Witnessing this, a heaviness grew in my heart.

Nevertheless, Liao Yuan had been a poor student at university, failing so badly he almost didn’t graduate. This left Qu Liangwei and the others puzzled.

Shen Yi sat with his eyes closed, deep in thought. The people around dared not disturb him and simply watched in silence until he finally opened his eyes and asked a question.

At that moment, he realized he had grown too complacent. Comfort breeds degeneration. He was truly no ordinary braggart.

At this point, calling Jiang Long would be pointless. Because of recent events, Jiang Long still felt guilty toward Jiang Huiwen. No matter how much she complained, Jiang Long sided with Jiang Huiwen and believed she was just making trouble over nothing.

At that moment, Lin’er raised her aura to its peak. An unprecedented power surged forth, and the Flame Demon trembled.

So, in this lineup, perhaps Cheng Fei was actually the greatest threat to Liu Yong as a batter, simply because of their deep familiarity with each other.

Wang Ping'an thought it was humiliating for a grown man to do calisthenics, and he needed to shut it down with artful and elegant language.

“I’m afraid that won’t do. Payment upon delivery is the trading method I’m most accustomed to,” Wu Fan replied.

If she were given a room of her own it would be odd, especially since so many people had moved into the Marquis Xian’s residence at once and rooms were in short supply.

“My master told me that if I want to wed Yiren, I must achieve a legendary feat for the sect.”

With so many people from so many factions, it was inevitable that some harbored ulterior motives.

The northern nobles only recently took a fancy to this item. Though they tried to copy it, the quality couldn’t match those produced by other noble families.

He suddenly opened his eyes. Just as he stood up, ready to flee, he heard voices outside—not the coquettish Holy Lady of the Pure Land, but someone else.

The strength of a legend lies in the power of their mind, able to command an entire battalion without confusion. Ordinary people would find their brains overwhelmed under such high-intensity battlefield commands.

Tang Xiaotian was a peak True Return cultivator, someone most cultivators looked up to. Now, all his possessions were in Hua Tian’s hands.

Mai obediently sat down and extended his hand. The old man’s fingers, somewhat dry, pressed against his wrist.

The forbidden zone of New Athens was fiercely guarded. Experts patrolled not only the skies and ground but even underground. With technology and supernatural powers combined, even someone as strong as Wei Jun barely managed to sneak in.

The true form of the Sword Spirit Bai Mang suddenly blurred, transforming into a massive black sword. On its surface, the images of a hundred ghost kings leapt and howled, terrifying to behold.

Transferred to the Beijing TV station, Jian Yang watched the program with relish, making comments as he went.

The child was picked up by Feng Ming and handed to the Heavenly Emperor. All the baby could do was watch as the amusing little dwarf was dragged away by his mother.

“Of course, the Holy Lady of the Dolphin Spirit Tribe is important. A tribe without a common faith cannot endure,” Yun Nuo explained. “But the Holy Lady is not the most important. Otherwise, with her missing for hundreds of years, wouldn’t our tribe have fallen long ago?”

Chi Yan’s words were like a thunderclap, instantly silencing everyone present. The once-rowdy great hall fell quiet again.

Watching the passing magical beasts and black-clad men, an idea flashed in Zhang Tian’s mind—could it be that he was cloaked in an invisibility garment?

“Heaven’s Dome Academy of Magic? Do people here truly practice magic?” Yin Shiqi asked curiously.

The Feng family should be wiped out… How dare she utter such arrogant words before His Majesty the Emperor of Xiyue and the entire court?

“What exactly did you feed her?” Xuan Yuan Tian Yue turned his gaze to the Celestial Diviner, for only he knew the answer.

For Ashar had not lied to him; there really was a strange head in his room. When Ashar spoke of it before, Lug subconsciously opened his eyes a little.

“No, I think I heard you say the God King has descended? God King? He’s come to the Demon Realm?” Summer Rain looked at Han Qiufeng in disbelief.

After toiling for most of the day, the work was finally done, and he set off back to camp. Near the gates, he happened upon a few noble youths, apparently just returned from a hunt, all talking animatedly, full of excitement.