Volume One, Chapter Seven: I’ll Be Even More Excited If You Get Divorced

More silent than the void, colder than the night, though only a sliver of consciousness remained, this direct contact on the level of the soul sent a shiver through Allen he could not suppress. With a surge of Blood Domain power, a ripple of law swept over him, gradually dispelling the chill.

And his words—did they also seek to convey something? What was it that he wanted to remember? Was he to keep in mind the incident that he had just denied, as if it had never occurred?

Although everything he walked through, saw, and even touched was real, it was as if he existed in a parallel space: the same city, the same things, only stripped of people.

In terms of offense, the divine armor could also significantly enhance the wearer’s own strength. Beyond that, legend spoke of many wondrous powers hidden within this sacred armor.

The messenger glanced at him speechlessly. Rumors were truly terrifying—Tang Ling looked like a sensible man, yet even he doubted whether the tales of Zhu Nao and Xie Wuji being cursed to death by Zhang Xuan might be true.

Taishi Ci laughed slyly; after so long under Liu Tianhao’s influence, he’d become skilled in the art of conversation. In just a few words, he managed to praise Lü Bu, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei one after another, and Zhang Fei’s gaze toward him grew far more amiable.

Noon in the imperial palace seemed almost blinding, as if the gold-and-silver finery of the décor reflected light everywhere. Even within Phoenix Perch Palace, in Mu Yiyi’s bedchamber, the pale yellow curtains made the entire room uncomfortably bright. Such an atmosphere could not help but make one restless.

Lu Xia was too busy eating to notice, but Yan Shao saw it all too clearly. His grip on his bowl and chopsticks unconsciously tightened.

Wu Jie had witnessed the formidable power of this skill firsthand. No wonder—the mere thought of the Heaven and Earth Cycle filled his eyes with burning fervor.

Zhou Miaomiao didn’t answer. She rose, drew her sword from beneath the bedding, and hung a veil over her face.

Environment mattered greatly—surrounded by resourceful classmates, much like how most students at Tsinghua were from the imperial capital. College students often came from well-off families, and after graduation, such backgrounds became valuable connections.

They had agreed on a bride price of ten thousand yuan, but payment was delayed because Song Liangyue refused to be intimate before marriage.

Ignoring the murderous stares, Xiao Mo strode up to the massive sword. The blade was only chest-high to him, allowing his hand to grasp the hilt. It wasn’t as heavy as expected; at most, it weighed forty pounds. Xiao Mo wasn’t strong enough to swing it, but he could still draw it from its place.

“If you have any, bring some fried chicken. I haven’t had much of an appetite lately,” Yu Wanzhou reminded.

He spoke unpleasantly and lacked ability; all he ever did was ask others to find him work, schools, or connections.

The “seed” planted by Gu Zhe was like a deterrent everyone feared; once the red line was crossed, they’d all be doomed together.

The ministers below the dais all turned against one another. Though they’d vied for power and done countless misdeeds for their lords, if the Flame Army arrived, their own families would be the first to suffer. Without their families, what would fame and fortune matter? All would become empty clouds—what use would it be?

Zhao Zhao and Han Shuo exchanged glances. In this instant, they suddenly understood why Gu Zhe had gone to such lengths to expand the IT sector and the influence of technical and research personnel.

“Director Wang, this machine is of great importance. If you entrust it to him and something goes wrong, we can’t answer to the factory.” Xu Yuchen didn’t doubt Chen Yan’s character, but he’d come to him today because an imported device at the factory had malfunctioned and none of the in-house engineers could fix it.

Lady Guantao laughed, “Is His Lordship really using strength? You love to joke!” She didn’t believe a word Qin Lei said.

Many people had told her that her hair was beautiful—not the pale white of the elderly, but shining softly like snow. Yet she never cared for their opinions; as long as Ling Feng said it looked good, that was enough. Now that Ling Feng had praised her, she believed she’d never think her hair unattractive again.

“Who said I agreed to go? I’m not going to Proud Sky City—I don’t want to see anyone,” Ling Feng replied, bemused.

The Black Guards forced brine down Xu Dan’s throat, heedless of whether he could swallow in time.

It was Shen Bing and Shi Gan’s voices. Yun Shang hurriedly straightened her clothes and smoothed her disheveled hair, not daring to tease Qin Lei any further.

I didn’t know whose number it was, but when I called back, the phone was switched off. Staring at those four words, my feelings were a tangled mess. The number might have belonged to Sun Xiaoqing or Ma Xiaodan, but whoever it was had simply turned off their phone.

Seeing everyone’s dumbfounded faces, Lei Yu sneered. Flaunting a scrap of authority in front of him—they were nothing! With a cold snort, he swept his sleeve and left, not one of them daring to utter a word.

Wu Zhengxie didn’t answer Zhao Qing directly, but replied tactfully, “The gold token grants access to any kingdom within your own faction without need for a Heart Stone, but to enter the other two great factions, you must obtain various permits. Entering the heart of the Primal Whirlpool—the Primal Continent—is impossible.”

If that were the case, it would prove that being with me was indeed a mistake. But am I truly so terrible?

That would mean this duke had a habit of consuming his own poison.

“Make it clear—otherwise, how can we risk our lives?” But the Nine-Headed Old Demon was not so easily fooled.

But he was not heading for the secret Dairy Cow checkpoint; instead, he was bound for the barracks within the monastery, to retrieve the marvelous hammer belonging to the barbarian tribe.

Lu Dongli’s uprightness, wisdom, courage, composure in crisis, and decisiveness were all painted in the most vivid colors. Even if Lu Dongli himself heard such a story, he would never imagine it was about him.

These high platforms were designed for airships—extremely convenient. Lei Jie followed the crowd up to the platform and, glancing back, saw another airship on the far side, slowly lifting off.