Chapter 30: Getting Into a Brawl

By the irrigation ditch.

Having put on her shoes and socks, Chaochao, deep in thought, felt a pang of hunger. She simply pulled out a tea egg and began peeling the shell in a leisurely manner.

Seeing this, the Li sisters, Wen Yue and her sibling, couldn't help but swallow hard. They thought that if they could come up with a good idea to impress this "little fool," perhaps they could earn an egg too.

With this thought in mind, the black steamed buns in their hands suddenly lost their appeal. The two sisters hurriedly volunteered, actively racking their brains for suggestions. Chaochao, peeling and listening at a sluggish pace, suddenly began to wander off on her own.

"By the way, Junior Brother Feng, your wives aren't pregnant, so why haven't you gone in yet?" Qin Shuang asked curiously.

Meanwhile, Bo Qicheng was hosting a live stream, interacting affectionately with his fans. He had promised them a live session every month to chat, and his fans were so excited they hadn't slept for several nights.

They were also here today to witness this epoch-making battle, never expecting to run into Ye Chen. He had been annoyed with Ye Chen back on the plane, simply because Ye Chen’s words showed utter disdain for them coming to learn Taekwondo.

After returning to her seat, Chu Qing began to handle her work, though she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh in her heart.

"There is little in this world that I, the Prince, cannot accomplish," Prince Sheng said, looking at her with confidence, his entire being radiating the aura of one who holds the world in contempt.

"The auspicious hour has arrived." The matchmaker hired by Prince Sheng, a woman who had weathered many storms, showed no signs of stage fright. Seeing that all the necessary guests had arrived, she pinched her voice and continued with the subsequent rituals.

The judge interrupted Sima Qiqi’s statement, looking at her in disbelief, to which Sima Qiqi simply nodded. The judge then turned his gaze toward Luo Ying.

The nurse looked at Sima Qiqi with a stern expression. Sima Qiqi had intended to retort, but the nurse’s forceful attitude abruptly stifled the words on her lips.

"I thank the Emperor for his grace." Prime Minister Zheng expressed his gratitude and accepted the decree, then rose to invite Prince Sheng and the eunuch who had delivered the edict to be seated for the meal.

People practice the sword for various reasons: some for the intent, some for the techniques, some to temper their hearts, and others to explore the path of the sword. Long Yu practiced the sword, much like his dream of becoming a great wanderer, simply in pursuit of freedom. Therefore, his practice was defined by nothing but freedom—he did whatever made him happy.

However, among the guests present today, several were skilled dancers. Among them were four idols, three of whom were renowned specifically for their dancing.

The current situation was becoming increasingly bizarre, leaving Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, and Mu Ling'er feeling quite bewildered.

"No time to waste, let’s talk as we go. I’ll go scout the path first." With that, Li Gang leaped upward. He reached the canopy of the forest, but before he could even discern the direction, dozens of thorny vines shot out from the surrounding treetops and attacked him.

"Fainted already? Your endurance is pathetic. Fine, since I’m a kind person, I’ll wake you up." Li Gang kicked the attacker in the face twice, knocking out several teeth. Then, using his internal energy, he stimulated the attacker’s senses, forcing him to wake up.

He planned to finish the coloring during the day, as the light was too dim now. He worried that the effect would be subpar if he worked in such conditions; he certainly didn't want his painstaking creation to have any flaws.

Given how pathologically obsessed with saving face Zhen Quan was, if this husband-and-wife quarrel were to reach the police station, this marriage would undoubtedly end in divorce.

After saying everything that needed to be said, a look of relief suddenly appeared on Sarutobi Asuma’s face.

Time was running out. The plane would take off in fifty minutes, and boarding would close thirty minutes before departure.

"Clang!" A hammer appeared in Tian Ze’s hand, which he struck precisely onto Wei Feng’s knee. Wei Feng winced in pain, landing on the ground with a soft groan.

"Oh my god, I was wrong! What is this monster?" A single glance back made Lin Ning’s soul fly away in terror. Adrenaline surged, and she turned and ran for her life, forgetting even the pain in her feet. At that moment, she felt as if Liu Xiang had possessed her; even someone like Lewis would be nothing but trash, left miles behind in the dust.