Chapter Sixty: I Do Not Wish to Marry Either (Part One)

Yun Shuang: "..."
In the end, she could only find a random excuse, saying that when she and the two children went to the county to sell hawthorn rolls, General Jiang happened to honor them by buying some. It was hardly familiarity.
General Jiang was a good man, and her two children seemed to get along well with him. So, seeing the children so frightened, General Jiang came over to comfort them.
Madam Hua didn’t really suspect Yun Shuang’s explanation.
After all, a figure like Jiang Xiao was far removed—
In a flash, Fang Jupeng’s face turned extremely ugly, then thundered with rage, his expression eerily similar to Lin Zheng’s earlier.
Fang Yi couldn’t help but walk over and pull Xia Ziqi into his arms; Xia Ziqi’s head lowered involuntarily.
The steward hurriedly lowered his hand, saying, “Village chief, please.” Once the chief walked past, he followed behind.
Thus, those who had eaten and those who hadn’t spent over an hour with the oil shop’s head clerk, squatting there in stalemate.
Xuanyuan Ba, Xuanyuan Tian, Luo Wushuang, Dongfang Mo, Dongfang Shuo, Dongfang Zixuan, and all the elders from the Sacred Domain of Kunlun were gathered here.
From time to time, massive beasts flew across the sky, bearing wounded soldiers on their backs.
Perhaps Fang Yi’s idea seemed laughable to others, but he was earnest—even if it failed, as long as he tried his best, he would have no regrets.
“Why don’t you come and try it? Let’s see if I’m really what you say—a mere ant!” Ye Chen said disdainfully.
Old Zhu had attended the Fire God’s lectures at Fragrant Manor and gained thorough knowledge of the various spiritual plants native to Northern Ju Luzu.
Seeing Jiang the Fat and Miao One Blade about to quarrel, Zhu Tianpeng quickly activated the Great Shaman seed, keeping his current appearance but secretly switching out the Wolf seed. Then, he walked to the Crystal Tower, pressing his right index finger against its tip.
Ten fiery red beds were arranged, each integrated in design. Of course, every bed had been personally modified by this young man, equipped with functions unimaginable to most people.
“I wonder when we meet again, will this place still be as it was?” On the Heavenly Boat, only a handful remained. Now, seeing the western lands, the air was thick with demonic energy and murderous aura. The once fertile granaries, in less than three months, had become prey for the demon tribe.
“President Yuan, you seem not to have answered directly. Are you saying you haven’t specifically reserved the right to supply condiments for Mr. Zhao?” Qiu Tong pressed on, calm as ever.
Meng Long was furious at these words, roaring as he charged toward Mo Yi. Mo Yi simply waved his hand; a blast of energy swept out, striking Meng Long’s chest. He grunted, spat blood, and plummeted toward the ground.
Yang Luan’s expression changed drastically. He retreated in panic, simultaneously releasing his Dao, transforming it into strands of celestial light—each as thin as a hair, yet brimming with immense power—to ward off the attack.
“Indeed, Lin County’s Lord Ling has a fine son. Since he slew the Yellow-Tailed Fierce Wolf, let them all enter the inner courtyard.” Elder Ge spoke softly to the group, and City Lord Ye nodded. Ling Lei and the others were overjoyed.
Two ultimate skills collided, unleashing a deafening sound. Those fighting nearby slowed, turning to watch where two experts, both nearing the Core Formation realm, were unleashing their final strike.
In an instant, the Vermilion Bird’s power erupted to its limit, manifesting as a three-hundred-foot-tall avatar.
The Thousand Feather Crane was the overlord for hundreds of miles, cultivating atop a high mountain. Qi Xuanyi had trespassed into its territory, and after an hour of battle, he still hadn’t managed to harm the beast at all.
“Now is not the time.” The instructor shook his head. He understood Li Tianzhi’s intentions, but he needed to sound out Gu Changfeng first; lowering all unnecessary troubles—especially the old man’s psychological resistance—was necessary before a thorough meeting and discussion.