Chapter 35: Disliking Conversations with My Head Raised

Just as Cao Mang had guessed, the newly arrived garrison commander had already sent out invitations, requesting the presence of all eminent families and distinguished figures in the city at a banquet. In the invitation addressed to the Qiu family, he specifically named Cao Mang, showing no concern for whether he was injured or not.

Seeing the invitation passed over by Qiu Yumeng, Cao Mang let out a cold laugh. It was clear that Qiu Zhenhu cared nothing for his life or death, still insisting he attend the banquet.

He rose to pull...

Due to the weather, the city center was not as crowded as it had been during Chu Qingluo’s coming-of-age ceremony. Yet the lively music and festive sounds still attracted some citizens to gather and observe.

Song Ersheng, though he couldn’t quite remember, found a few faces faintly familiar—after all, some among them were rather attractive. With enough people present, they split into two teams, found a teacher to serve as referee, and began the game.

The weather grew colder and colder. Her pillow was soaked with tears, chilling Lin Wan’s face until it felt numb, as though she would never smile again.

Meng Ben pretended not to hear a word, continuing to pack up. Today was the last day of extracurricular teaching, and San Qian had insisted that every draft be cleared out and nothing left behind at Imperial University. He had to be meticulous and careful in gathering everything.

Su Wanwan strode straight through the gate. The two players stationed outside glanced up, saw she was a gray-named NPC, and lowered their heads to resume their idle chatter.

“Something’s wrong!” Wu Chunxi, hearing the tone, pulled the reins and slowed her horse. She rode abreast with Luo Yuhan. Both bore traces of blood, while the cleanest among their entire company was surely Wu Nuandong.

With brows tightly knit, Xia Yu pondered furiously. The events in the Demon Realm had been too chaotic—she could only recall the hateful demons trying to kill her, and how, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, she fought desperately for her life.

This was the most ordinary and common form a ghost could take. Before coming, Feng Ziming had been terrified, fearful of such “things” down to his very bones. Yet now, seeing a ghost appear before him, he was oddly calm—perhaps because he recognized its face.

Thus, it wasn’t just Father Huang, but also eldest brother Huang Yang and his wife, second sister Huang Xin and her husband… all had been summoned. Now, the Huang family residence in Bonan City was an empty shell; aside from a few servants left to watch the house, not a single member of the Huang family remained.

“People like us are born fighters—just the kids who are especially good at brawling, haha. But the captain of the guard is handpicked, not only strong enough to defend the village, but also selfless and able to wisely manage everything in the community.

However… before those two years were up, he was thrown in prison. That is where Jiang Yun’s story after crossing over begins.

The statue of the leader of the Zuma Cult at the center had now transformed into a four-meter-tall figure of fire. Its demonic head remained unchanged, but its entire body blazed with flames. No longer hunched, it now stood upright, wielding a flaming greatsword in its hand and sporting a pair of fiery wings as long as its body.

The young shark demon had grown careless, thinking that Qin Xiu and the Silver Feather Crane were only at the second and first level of Foundation Establishment, and paid little mind to Qin Xiu’s attacks. But when the Scarlet Rainbow Sword Talisman was unleashed, he suffered a severe setback.

Luo Hui was astonished. Just a twenty-point increase in intimacy and he’d gained six attribute points—worthy of an emperor indeed, truly extraordinary.

Perhaps Fan Congqian himself wasn’t prone to such mischief. Or perhaps the Fan family had learned something. They needed a troublemaker to bring the matter to light.

Dan Shulin said nothing. He walked forward, placed the twin lotus he held onto the dressing table, and reached out to draw Lu Hui’s garment closer.

With a flick of Jian Kongming’s wrist, a blade of sword energy swept out, unstoppable, ravaging the world with reckless abandon.

It could not be denied that not long ago, with one foot in the grave, he was now full of vigor and life—his constitution was indeed exceptional. Though still young and his skin smooth, nearly two years of training and battle had left his tall figure solidly muscled, making him appear robust and strong.