Volume One, Chapter Sixty-One: A Formal Introduction—My Granddaughter-in-law

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yu waved his hand and produced an enormous scroll, half as tall as a man and as thick as a person, slamming it down beside him with a bang. The stone bricks beneath it shattered, and Su Yu’s aura surged like a raging storm, whipping his robes into a frenzy and lending him an intimidating presence.

The Han army, riding their great ships, braved a rain of arrows and charged straight into the stronghold at Lujiang, crashing through all obstacles.

Well then, they had refused before, but now they shamelessly came back to beg—only to be exploited even more ruthlessly.

Casting a sharp glance at the elder from the “Star Codex,” he quickly averted his eyes. As a being akin to a soul or a remnant thought, it seemed almost instinctive for him to feel a deep-seated fear.

The spotlight once again focused on Miao Sha, though a single beam still shone on Qin Yang. Yet this time, the stage’s central figure had shifted back to Miao Sha.

“It’s great! It’s great! It’s great!” Wuzi answered swiftly. Jiang Xueying’s heart plummeted to the ground, while Liu Chenglu’s long-suppressed frustration vanished in an instant.

His movements were swift and effective—so much so that no one could see how he acted. All they heard were two sickening, heavy blows, as though a butcher’s cleaver had struck dead flesh. Then Hai Qikuo collapsed limply, as lifeless as that very flesh.

Jun Yan’s tinkering took quite some time, and during that period, he even called over Young Master Wan, who’d been idle and bored, to help him. This only deepened Zhuo Qinglian’s confusion.

Qi Jingshan made a call, summoning his scouts to hide out at the elderly lady’s house; surely, someone else would come to ask if she’d done what she was supposed to.

Xue Wantong thought carefully; although Jack’s actions from start to finish hadn’t seemed excessive and he’d been nothing but polite, once she went through all the points Qin Yang had outlined, she realized it was all true. It seemed Jack had always been the one guiding Donna’s actions, orchestrating her interactions with herself.

Upon hearing the news, Li Hong was stunned. She had never imagined that she had such a wealthy friend.

Chi Zao wasn’t watching Wei Xiao play cards; instead, she watched her father, Chi Zijian. Seeing her father playing in a completely haphazard manner, making all sorts of reckless moves, she finally couldn’t bear it any longer and squeezed him out to take his place at the table.

The principal smiled. “You may not care, but we certainly do. Since it’s Mr. Song who made the statement, it must be dealt with—and not just dealt with, but to your satisfaction.”

They called out again, their eyes meeting in shared helplessness. They had always believed themselves clever and lovable, but reality proved otherwise. No one was truly that extraordinary, and no one could always speak to another in such a way.

Qin Moshang was tall and well-built, and with his handsome face, he was essentially a walking mannequin—clothes seemed made for him.

Today, in the great hall where the banquet was held, if someone hadn’t stepped in to shield Emperor Wei from the attack, he would have perished on the spot.

Hearing the steady breathing in his arms, Wei Xiao thought to himself that it was truly over—he’d attracted someone hopelessly obsessed.

From the very start of his career, Wei Xiao had starred in one acclaimed, box-office hit after another. He seemed to guarantee success, and soon, scripts poured into his company, all hoping for his attention and participation.

Hongwan Market was about three or four miles from Hongye Village, located at the intersection of several nearby villages—a shared territory for them all.

Han Su was clever by nature, and could mostly deduce what had happened today, only lacking confirmation. Yet with so many family members present, it was impossible for her to confront Ye Qianchong directly.

The elder spoke calmly, gave a wave with his water token, put it away, and then took out another to hang in its place.

“Have you found out who sent the assassin?” Lin Yiyun’s gaze grew dark and murderous. He hadn’t even realized that when Long Yanhua described her injuries, his own heart had skipped a beat, a subtle ache rising within him.

Staring at the medicinal herb, Gu Hao thought helplessly—for he had fewer than three spirit stones left on him. How could he possibly buy that Flame Fragrance Grass?

Green Sleeve trembled uncontrollably, collapsing on the ground and unable to get up for some time, while Ning Xiang’s eyes burned with a murderous intent that made it clear the princess truly meant to kill her this time. Before, the threats had always been empty, but now, for the first time, Green Sleeve felt a danger more intense than ever before.

At this moment, Gu Hao sat naked on the bed. Though his body was thin, he now possessed a hint of masculine vigor.

“I’ve said before, compassion is a superfluous thing in times like these,” Bai Shaosi replied coolly, his indifference to life and death leaving Long Yanhua deeply unsettled.

Seeing that she’d taken the bait, the old chancellor couldn’t help but curl his lips in a sly smile. Truly, the rashness of youth—he’d only needed to prod her a little, and she’d fallen for it so easily.

The Tree Sage and over a dozen ascendant-level powerhouses all frowned. They had never expected events to spiral so out of control. Now, even they could not extricate themselves, for the Tree of Life was their mother tree, and they had to protect it. Should any harm befall their mother tree, it would hurt far more than any injury to themselves.

Fusheng dared not linger. With only a casual greeting to Geng A’dou, he and Pan Yulian returned quickly to their own home.