Volume One, Chapter Six: Then I Want a Divorce

When they reached the North Gate, they strode forward confidently to pay the entrance tax, leaving the guards baffled. Did they overeat? How could entering a city make them so pleased with themselves?

“Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation! Whose tribulation is this? Is it his?” Old Master Chen had just stepped out of his room, muttering to the thunderclouds above.

“When you entered after I finished sweeping, why did you follow my footsteps exactly?” Tian Buzheng asked Chen Tang.

Bang... bang... a series of muffled sounds erupted. Those nearby were struck by the intense light and sent flying, blood spurting from their mouths. The scene was spectacular.

Si Niang handled certain matters rather carelessly, so she didn’t bother to figure out whether Wang Tao was sleepwalking or something else. Solving the issue of being targeted by outsiders was more urgent—they hadn’t come here to play doctor or babysitter.

“Luo Zixiu, surely you don’t think the Heavenly Soldiers possess only this much strength?” Fat Dragon snorted coldly.

At this point, he began vaguely linking his sense of mental emptiness to the warm currents that moved at his will. He also recalled the ever-steady Storm. A suspicion crept into his mind: were these warm and cold forces always drawing from his own strength to function?

As he spoke, Qi Yun suddenly made a move, his other hand conjuring an enormous purple-green flame.

Even Fang Yan felt as though he were dreaming. In this blue world, not only was the previous wild turbulence absent, but it was spotless, pure beyond belief.

“Madam, please return to your room and rest. Leng Yue instructed me this morning to ensure you drink this prenatal medicine. Unfortunately, I only just had time to prepare it,” Xiulan said, supporting Bai Yuhe.

“Haha! I thought you were a coward! If you have guts, fight me to the death!” Ladan laughed wildly, charging at Bai Chi once again.

“What?” The four great Demon Emperors were dumbfounded. As one of the five Demon Emperors of the Demon Realm, the ‘Yin Sha Demon Emperor’—someone dared to kill him?

“I want the same treatment as Xue Zining, plus fifty million in cash,” Ren Yingying said to Mi Bai, stating her demand.

“Aunt, you weren’t there today, so you don’t know how dangerous it was. Yu risked everything to save Nian Nian, I can assure you of that,” Gu Xiangdong said as he sat down, noticing Gu Nian Ci’s displeased expression. He guessed it was due to Mi Bai’s injuries and her resentment towards Rong Xiaoyu, so he hurried to speak up for him.

On the soft couch, Qin Jiu crossed her arms vigilantly, glancing at the man half-reclining inside. His hair cascaded like a waterfall, moonlight cold and secretive as he half-squinted.

Those who had gathered for the stone unraveling had now moved to other stalls. There were hardly any left picking raw stones here; the business at this stall had been severely dampened by the earlier gambling defeat.

Along the way, Ouyang Pengcheng effortlessly dispatched three Death Messengers, barely pausing as he rushed toward the summit of Akong Jagua Volcano.

His hair remained gray-white, but observant people noticed a few streaks of black among them. He no longer walked with the shaky gait of old.

The Lu family gazed wistfully at themselves in the mirror. She was haggard, no longer bright and radiant as before, and she hadn’t even reached thirty. How had she become so worn?

On one hand, he was annoyed at his family for keeping secrets from him; on the other, he was deeply curious and confused about his origins.

Many at the company had requested leave early, bought tickets to return home for the New Year. Lan Yangyang saw the people dwindling and, not wanting to come to the office anymore, simply started her holiday early.

Yan Qi suddenly uttered a sentence, quietly, as he leaned close to Zhilan’s side.

Today, Hua Yunlan’s task was to preside over the shareholders’ meeting and introduce Han Ye and his company as the largest shareholder of Huayin.

Then Qin Tian set out, heading north to a certain city. He vaguely remembered his senior sister mentioning it, though he wasn’t sure. Still, he had to try.

Despite their fierce expressions and mutual pummeling, few noticed the subtle change in their aura—a new touch of ferocity was emerging.

Su Ye nodded with deep resentment, his arms surging with blood, needle-like pain piercing to the bone.

Ying Shuran helped Lan Yangyang to draw blood and run tests. Incredibly, her guess was correct—the blood contained traces of sedatives.

Thanks to Yuan Tian’s instructions, they all kept quiet and stayed at a distance, afraid to disturb Chen Ning.

Ron glared at Nix with hostility. The Weasley twins and Harry were delighted, while Ginny was full of curiosity.

Because Benjie was managing Xu Chuan’s phone, he now used a Beiyuan company phone, directly choosing the holographic 3D video call feature.

Lin Jiu had only intended to check the karmic ties between himself and Awei, but after mentioning “Ren Changhui,” the ancestor of the Netherworld dug up more of Ren Changhui’s secrets.

“I heard you mentioning sequence, potion, tablet,” Simon said, looking at Nix.

Densely packed, sweeping a strong flashlight across the space revealed a factory of at least a thousand square meters, filled with bloodstains, monsters, and copious viscous fluids.

Due to the head of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Division’s poor health, he had spent years recuperating in a sanatorium, just waiting to reach retirement age so he could hand his post to Deputy Counselor Fushan Kyoichiro.