Volume One, Chapter 38: Fu Yanzhou, I Want a Divorce!

Yu Tingwan retorted, "They are only doing so because of the status you hold as Mrs. Yanzhou!" Lin Zhiwan could not understand why her mother was convinced that she must rely on Fu Yanzhou to have the capability to save her grandfather.

"Sister-in-law, I've come twice now, why haven't I seen brother?" he asked, head bowed as he tuned the strings on the diamond drill, feigning indifference.

After saying this, Nie Xiao pressed a palm against Nie Fan’s chest, converting the remainder of his internal energy into true essence and slowly channeling it into his body.

Although he had firmly etched Zhen Yi’s theory—that a detective should not care about winning or losing—into his heart, Shinichi was still a youth at heart and could not help but care a little about the outcome of his deductions.

At this moment, in Mu Leng’s eyes, the entire Fallen Immortal City belonged to the Mu family. To dare to move against someone from his family? That was seeking death. If he did not demand justice for this, how could his family continue to rule this vast city? How could they maintain their standing in the God Realm?

The floor and banks of the pool were paved with uniform white jade tiles. The edges were planted with all manner of flowers and greenery, and furnished with brocade chairs and embroidered daybeds, reaching a level of luxury that was opulent to the extreme.

Indeed, Wangcai’s wolf tail was held high, swaying with a rhythmic pride as if he were a creature revered by all, basking in his own arrogance.

Talk? Talk about what? Could it be that they knew about the fortuitous encounter he had in the Boundary Mountains? Surely they didn't want him to hand over his spoils, did they? On what grounds? Because they were good-looking? Or because they wanted to pull rank? What did they take him, Nie Fan, for? A fat sheep? It seemed he was the one doing the shearing, not the other way around.

Only then did they heave a sigh of relief; the thought that a battle formation could exist beyond their control was truly terrifying.

"Hahaha, Lord Dragon King, I only just realized you had such a comical side!" Ruoshui covered her mouth and giggled.

Upon hearing those words from Sikong Zhan, Dajiao did not hesitate for a second, slamming his foot straight into the bridge of Sikong Zhan’s nose. The impact twisted his left cheek, sending blood spraying everywhere. Sikong Zhan performed a 720-degree spin in the air before landing perfectly on his feet.

Xiao Peng tried to take the ring off, only to find it felt as if it had grown into his skin; he couldn't even rotate it, let alone remove it. To be nearly electrocuted for no reason and end up with a ring stuck on his finger—it was all too bizarre.

Wang Yuyan stood up slowly. Zhao Yi looked at her: soft and delicate, with a graceful figure, she was so alluring and enchanting that one could not help but covet her. Yuyan walked toward her seat with a light, nimble gait, casting a secret glance at Zhao Yi before looking around with a silent smile. Zhao Yi felt as if two of his three souls had already been whisked away.

Having said this, Wu Shiyue gazed into the distance, staring beyond the hall. The wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as knife carvings, and his temples were frosted with the white of autumn. His eyes were profound, flickering with a dim light.

Looking closely, the youth was slender, wearing a white jade crown and a long purple robe, with a few strands of hair drifting across his forehead in the breeze. He had delicate features, a handsome bridge of the nose, and thin lips—a picture of fresh elegance. However, these features, set upon his oval-shaped face, appeared somewhat too delicate and fragile.

"What kind of look is that? If everyone were like you, growing cold all over, they probably wouldn't even know why. Look down at the mountain opposite us." Shen Hou teased Xu Maogong, pointing toward the foot of the opposite mountain.

In the western quarters of the Yanzhou prefectural government office, Chai Shao’s personal guard, Meng Tong, was fast asleep. He had been on duty until the hour of the ox the previous night, and as soon as the exhaustion hit, he had collapsed into bed.

"What catapults and bows?" Yang Lin had heard some deserters mention them earlier, but he hadn't paid them any mind. Now that he heard it again, his curiosity was piqued.

"Many people in Dongling Pass know this performer, Luo Chun; there's no need to be so surprised or dramatic, is there?" Shen Hou did not want others to treat him like some kind of monster.

Zhang Ye rubbed his eyes, but the scene remained the same. He saw Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing. "This... what is going on?" They were different from usual; most noticeably, they were both wearing kasayas, garments that previously only Tang Sanzang could wear.