Volume 1, Chapter 58: Duan Xiadong Arrested

Qian Qiuqiuxue, the other rising hope of the Qian family, had no choice but to enter into a marriage alliance with the Luo family. Only with the backing of the Luo family could she prevent the Qian family from being swallowed up by other clans.

To Xia Xinyao, the probing glances of outsiders could not touch her heart at all. Taking advantage of the fact that she was ostensibly blind, she was currently indulging in a bold and uninhibited scrutiny of the man sitting opposite her.

The human race had already fallen into decline and held a lowly status. Faced with a direct descendant of the Hu family, how could they ever dare to resist?

It was utterly unpalatable. Nowadays, even pigs would not eat such swill; the meals were all spoiled and stinking, mixed with kitchen waste, making it unpleasant even to look at, let alone to become the meal on the plate.

"Ha-ha, no, no, how could that be!" Wu Yinan laughed somewhat awkwardly, casting an embarrassed look at Hu Zimei.

Secondly, everyone in the company currently catered to his every whim because they all viewed him as the Fu family's future heir. Naturally, they wanted to curry favor with him—how would anyone dare to displease him?

"Mom, I only want Lu Jincheng." Lin Wan wept heavily, a persistent wave of regret flooding her chest.

Seeing that Chen Fei remained silent and fearing that he might be angry, Qiao En quickly chimed in to smooth things over, while the others stopped at the proper limit and dared not continue the banter.

From Lu Jincheng's perspective, there was simply no need. He was already in his thirties, divorced, and living a solitary life; there was no reason to let his elderly father worry about him.

After just one dance, Lao Minghua was actually left panting for breath. This struck Chen Lifen as rather strange, for previously, Lao Minghua had never felt tired even after dancing the entire night, becoming only more and more exhilarated. Why was it that this time, after just a single dance, he was completely out of breath? Could it be that he was feeling unwell?

Ye Haochuan scanned his surroundings and discovered that their current location was precisely where they had been earlier, and right beneath his feet lay Master Fu's shattered magical artifact.

Stepping onto the stage, Lin Mu immediately spotted a rather familiar old man standing smilingly to one side, with Li Ranran and Cui Xinqing also nearby.

"No matter who it is, we can no longer worry about him now. Let's quickly contact the major sects and ask the ancestors to come out of seclusion! Otherwise, if this Corpse Fiend truly commits a massacre, our sins will be truly unforgivable!" Dao Fei said solemnly.

I sat to one side, holding a gourd filled with wine in my hand. This was Senior Dongfang's wine, a fruit wine brewed from some unknown berries; the taste was exceptionally wonderful, and it could even accelerate the circulation of my spiritual energy! Chu Yaqi had been sitting right beside me all along, a look of blissful joy on her face.

"Everything this humble person says is completely true. Your martial forms have indeed progressed at a breathtaking speed, which truly commands my admiration. I sincerely hope you will not withhold your guidance so that the doubts in my heart may be resolved." Lu Haoran continued to lavish high praise, speaking with such earnest sincerity that Tu Kafeng's anger immediately melted into joy.

The person outside seemed extremely familiar with Tiger Lord Qian and did not even wait for Tiger Lord Qian to invite him in, stepping directly and boldly inside.

Blue Lufeng used just the right amount of force. As I fell, the tips of my toes tapped lightly against the densely foliated branches of an ancient tree several times before I came to a halt atop the tallest ancient tree crown in this region.

Xu Nanxing's expression was indeed quite colorful. At this moment, the words "shock" were plainly written across his face—an unmistakable, overwhelming shock. Although he had been exposed to these kinds of occurrences for a while now, this was the first time he was witnessing such a heaven-defying feat.

Brother Long exerted force with his hand, and the dagger pierced straight into Ye Yaoqiao's neck, bright red blood immediately beginning to seep out.

Yan Zhen looked toward the east. Walking along the eastern street was a young man clad in grey robes. With his head lowered, every step he took was remarkably standard—neither too long nor too short, maintaining a fixed distance.

As introduced by Qin Jiuzhen, Hang Yougong had previously taken on a tourism hotel project. The owner of the tourism company was also a man enamored with traditional Chinese aesthetics, and before handing the project over to Hang Yougong, he had specifically come to tour Jiangyan Company.

Upon entering the inner courtyard, Elder Liu went off to chat with Elder Huo and several other elders of the same age.

Meanwhile, Lin Youran was standing outside when she saw Lin Zhengfeng and the others appear before her. Her gaze lingered on Qin Yanran and Poshi Kong, unable to look away for a long time.

Li Yuan's brow twitched involuntarily, a flash of killing intent crossing his expression as the sword in his hand instantly severed the head of the guard who had just spoken.

Having figured things out, Chen Xinlei no longer dwelled on these matters and went to help Sophia prepare the vegetables.

Mother pulled Su Chi's hand, listening as he recounted his experiences over the years, her gaze never leaving his face from beginning to end.

That man had hair and a beard as white as snow, a sallow complexion, and a withered, skinny waist that was slightly hunched. At first glance, he looked like a terminally ill old man without the slightest hint of threat.

However, if he were to fight with his life on the line, the toll on his own body would be immense and ultimately not worth the loss. Therefore, for now, Li Yunfeng primarily focused on enhancing his cultivation realm.

An ancient bronze palace stood atop the peak deep within Wudao Mountain. Brilliant lights rippled across its surface, and the order of martial arts intertwined. Viewed from afar, a palpable force of martial arts seemed to radiate toward them out of thin air.

Everyone crowded toward the bow, gazing into the distance, with some raising binoculars to observe carefully.

At that moment, the roar of a beast came from the side, and a black Lamborghini thundered past. Perhaps because it was the driver's first time piloting such a fine vehicle, they were somewhat excited and deliberately revved the engine.