Chapter 126: Your Sister-in-Law Is Willing to Have Children with You

Those who occupy the grand hall are people of a certain standing; not everyone enjoys the spotlight, and using the secret passage suits the temperament of such individuals.

The word "happy" had not yet left his lips when Jiang Xie’s eyes closed. His head slumped powerlessly into her warm embrace, bearing his love and guilt for her as he faded away amidst the cruelty of the wild fields.

Fortunately, Jiale was quick-witted. Having been struck once, he immediately clapped a hand over his mouth and nimbly leaped out of the circle formed by the zombies.

"Come! Junxiu, let me introduce you. This is our nation’s Prime Minister, Liu Zhengyuan! Standing beside him are his wife, Lady Wang, and the First Lady of the Capital, Madam Chen, the Prime Minister’s mother." Jun Yixi cared little for the dismissive expression Liu Jiuer was projecting; he merely smiled and shifted his focus to the introductions.

Perhaps she would see her son today, or perhaps she would never have the chance to see him for the rest of her life.

The man spoke a brief word, took his partner’s hand, and walked out of the Oriental Pearl. This scene would undoubtedly become a laughingstock in the martial arts world hereafter.

He had assisted the Emperor in governing for many years, and though he took over the reins quite suddenly, things remained orderly. However, after the death of the Prince of Cheng, the person replacing the Prince of Gaoyang to manage the military power of the fourteen prefectures was the even more inept Prince of Duan.

"All of you, get up! What is the meaning of this?" Liu Zhengyuan was truly enraged. He grabbed Yao Meixuan by the collar, but at this moment, no one could easily pull her up.

Qin Liang’s brows stood erect in anger, a fury gathering in his heart that could no longer be calmed. He looked down at the suffering Gu Wuxia on the ground; even in such a disheveled state, she could not hide the cold isolation deep in her bones.

Liu Ning looked at his parents calmly, but they remained hesitant and stammering, unable to utter a word.

However, this ointment, known as "White Spirit Resin," while remarkably fast-acting, possessed a side effect that made people pale at the mention of it: the pain in any wound treated with this salve would be amplified three to five times over.

Zhao Qian’s words caused Su Quan, Mou Ci, and the servants to gasp in unison. They all knew the number of bandits from the night before, and they had not expected that most of them had perished right here.

***

Sitting on the sofa, Li Yaotian shook his head with a touch of helplessness. If it came to being fickle, how could he ever compare to her? Yet, looking at her now, she did not seem as unhappy as she had been a moment ago... Thinking this, Li Yaotian no longer minded being called fickle.

There was no need to worry about Meng Xingchen’s inability to digest it; it was only a matter of time. His "stomach" was powerful, and his dantian even more so. For someone who relied on secret arts to elevate his major realms every time, the resilience of his dantian was beyond that of an ordinary person.

Luo Yuanji’s pupils constricted. A fifteen-year-old four-star Card Controller—such talent was truly enviable and jealousy-inducing. If it were an enemy, it would be even more unsettling.

Was it not just because she had bossily abandoned him at the airport and spent the afternoon skipping work while laughing uncontrollably?

Being woken up early in the morning was clearly not a pleasant experience, especially when the person appearing before one’s eyes was not someone one cared to see.

They chatted briefly, but as no one had the heart to continue, they soon departed.

"You are making too much of a stir in Tokyo. If you are smart, find somewhere else. I advise you to leave early; it is only a matter of time before you are targeted." He considered it a fair trade, and Li Yaotian truly hoped they would leave so that no harm would come to Su Mo.

Suddenly, Guan Yu felt his wrist go numb. His phoenix eyes widened slightly as he scrutinized Dian Wei. He had not expected this Cao general to possess such immense strength.

The bamboo sword slashed at his wrist, the force concentrated into a single line, sharp as a blade! Yet, it failed to break through Asakusa Izumi’s Armament Haki. Asakusa Izumi chuckled, his aura steadily expanding.

"If there is anything you wish to do, I can help you," she said earnestly. Ming Shu was her dearest friend, and helping her was only natural.

However, when she was by Ling Ye’s side, he would control his temper, never letting her see his fierce side.

Very well, I have said all that needs to be said. You should take good care of Hanshuang here. Of course, take good care of yourself as well.

***

'Damnable Xia people, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will return with the Federation’s army and make you regret everything you have done today.' He harbored this secret rage, but then, thinking of how the Federation had already occupied Gem Harbor, a natural deep-water port on the west coast of the New Continent, his mood improved significantly.

Scenes of Xiao Huaijin dying for her in their past life flickered through Chu Zhaorong’s mind. Her heart tightened, aching with a profound, soul-piercing pain.

Riding his bicycle away from school, he suddenly remembered that his phone seemed to have vibrated earlier, but he had been too busy showing off in front of others at the time to check it.

The Blood Spirit Hall was responsible for the Great Vajra Ape clan, the Corpse Refining Hall for the Three-Eyed Macaque clan, and the Joyous Sect for the Phantom Spirit Fox clan.

After the Black-Faced Cultivator’s consciousness dissipated, the corpse puppet stopped moving, allowing the Golden Ape to pummel it at will.

The mountain peaks, soaring into the clouds, were breathtaking. The main building, sheltered in the center, felt like a sacred ground of the Xie family, for it was the residence of the Xie ancestor, the True Monarch of the Cloud Skies.

Ye Lin found it strange. According to previous deductions, there should still be spirit beasts living here; otherwise, there wouldn't be those well-maintained houses. Moreover, the path had been the same all along, and it was not just that one previous location.

The guard could bear it no longer and stuffed a ball of cloth he had been clutching into Slynt’s mouth, denying him any further opportunity to pollute everyone’s ears.

Though the Wind-Thunder Beast was exceptionally agitated, it had no other recourse. It let out a roar, and the lightning in its mouth sprayed out in a chaotic, indiscriminate mess.

The weight was precise to the tenth of a gram—a feat only a body refiner could achieve. For a qi refiner to do the same, they would have to master a special technique; otherwise, no one would bother to sense or ponder such trivialities. Their focus was entirely on talismans; manipulating fire, lightning, and wind blades was their daily required course.