Volume One, Chapter 49: She Is My Fiancée

“Don’t worry, it’ll definitely be finished within three days. This is the time for tempering that Qiao Heng and the others won for me with their lives. I absolutely cannot let down their final wish!” Zhang Chao took a deep breath. He had volunteered to forge the Nether Ghost Wailing Axe for the Qiao family not just for the money, but also to hone his own skills.

An event as terrifying as the Rending Tide, enough to strike fear into everyone’s hearts, was now unfolding before their very eyes. And the one responsible for all of this was Zhao Hui. This peculiar blend of guilt and the thrill of watching chaos unfold was something not everyone could truly comprehend.

“Let’s go!” With a thunderous shout from the burly middle-aged man, he took the lead, dashing forward. The other sea clan cultivators didn’t dare to slack off and hurried after him.

There was a real possibility that if Zhang Mingwei went mad, he’d kill anyone from either side. After all, the Orange District was teeming with people—there were always dozens more to replace any masked ones who died in the courtyard.

If they split into three groups, each team would lack sufficient strength, making it nearly impossible to pose a real threat to the Qin Emperor.

Xi Shaoyu didn’t speak, but simply pointed toward a remote-controlled car not far away from him, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

“It’s just like a person’s fate,” Rou Nu remarked, and Meng Yu understood what she meant.

Su Zhe was stunned. He only knew that his third uncle, Su Ming, had become a titled powerhouse; he had no idea that Qingcheng too had made it onto the ranking.

After the burial ceremony, that kind and venerable old general locked himself away in his courtyard and drank himself into a stupor for three days.

But most believed that Lei Sheng’s next target would be the Guang family, since the Shu family was too powerful, and attacking them first wouldn’t be a sound strategic decision.

After putting everything in order, the two leaned against the table and fell asleep just like that. It wasn’t until dawn’s light crept in through the window that they awoke. Su Xin, upon waking, glanced at the bed beside her and found it empty—the person was long gone.

“I want fresh shrimp wontons, remember to add chili oil—a lot of it—and extra vinegar.” Shen Qingwu’s stomach was rumbling audibly now. She was truly starving.

On the eastern edge of the Eurasian continent, an even more brutal battle raged on. The Chinese army’s counterattack swept across North China, the Northeast, and Inner Mongolia like an avalanche and a tidal wave, their roars echoing far and wide.

Shen Qingwu, unable to break free, could only look pleadingly at Shen Jinglan. Shen Jinglan curled her lips and signaled her maids with a glance to pull Lady Li away and take her out.

I counted the elevator floors. The moment I stepped onto this level, everything slipped from my control. I felt like a mere extra, pushed along by the plot… The buttons were unresponsive.

Within the inner chamber, punctuated by the steady drip of water, an unusual silence reigned—one could hear nothing but the sound of breathing. Outside, the sun had yet to set; the last rays of the evening painted the western sky, and great clouds drifted across the deep blue, ever-shifting in form.

Her eyes rolled back, whites nearly filling the sockets. Her arms dangled limply, swinging with each step. She staggered forward, swaying as if she might collapse at any moment.

Listening to the man’s gentle promise, Haitang could not contain her tears. Her cheek pressed ever more tightly to his broad chest as she nodded again and again. The man pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and only when she slipped into slumber did Gu Jingfeng leave, instructing Dong Chun to take good care of her before he went.

If he could really go a month without snacking, then his temperament and discipline would be impressive indeed. No matter his natural gifts, with such willpower he was sure to achieve great things.

Though such behavior might seem beneath an immortal, it was the best option for now. After all, my cultivation wasn’t strong enough to deal with them otherwise.

Jiu’er slept deeply, exhaustion from the past days reaching its peak. By the time she opened her eyes, a night had passed. The snow and wind had eased, but the gloomy sky remained unchanged.

At that moment, I breathed a sigh of relief. Oh no! I suddenly remembered there were still two women in the guest room. After telling Bai Wuchang about it—

“This space is filled with poisonous radon, but there seem to be some familiar frequencies as well. They’re faint, but I can feel them,” Ji said, scanning the area.

My smile grew broader, dimples deepening at the corners of my mouth. Only Chuyue looked unsettled, her cherry lips parting as if to speak, but under my intimidating gaze, she held her tongue.

Compared to the lineup of the Fuyao Empire, the Han Dynasty’s forces could only be described as pitiful.

Most of their belongings were inside Jiu’er’s spatial ring, so there was nothing to pack; the group simply left the house.

At this moment, in the heart of City D, at a bustling intersection, the doors of a large KTV swung open. Five well-dressed people stepped out in a line.

The zombies she’d hacked apart yesterday were now nothing but scattered remains. Having regained her strength, Jiu’er looked around the mall, uncertain whether to rejoice or worry.

Luo Wusheng’s grip on her teacup tightened, then relaxed again. She reassured herself inwardly: Don’t panic, don’t lose your composure. Whoever loses their cool first is the one who loses. She masked all her emotions, imitating Ye Qingjue, lowering her head with a faint, unreadable smile.

“There, there, Ning’er, don’t cry.” Seeing Ning’er’s tears, Xiao Xue’s heart softened. She quickly patted Xiao Ning’er’s back, comforting her.

When the azure glow of the Sky Spirit Fire faded, everything returned to stillness. Only the dark green blood and its pungent odor lingered in the air.

Since Ling’er and the others didn’t want it, Sun Yang would just keep it for himself. He could use it eventually; it was deadly to some and made others pregnant at a glance.

Han Xiaojing tilted her head thirty degrees, striking a proud pose and flashing a V-sign with two slender fingers.

As they spoke, Fifth Mo and Wu Shang both awoke as well. Gui Yi bowed his head respectfully to the two, who adjusted themselves and sat up.

The Heavenly Doom Divine Thunder Sword would grow stronger as Nie Li’s power increased. Now, it could unleash power on par with a grade-seven treasure, so Nie Li had no need to buy a new weapon.

“What are you staring at? Hurry up and pull this emperor out!” Suddenly, an arrogant voice burst forth.

Daisy raised her arm toward the black stone teleportation gate in the center of the basement pit made by Wang Kai, focusing on the portal’s vibrations. After a minute, she released a shockwave from her palm. The black stone portal instantly liquefied, settling quietly in the pit without a trace of energy remaining.