Volume 1, Chapter 41: I Will Marry None But the Prince

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Seeing Long Xiang’s expression, Zhang Yu guessed his thoughts and followed him silently as they left the place. Observing Weng Changqing’s demeanor, Jiang Chengping remained quiet as well, understanding that the term "White Cloud" had only recently spread within the Martial Emperor’s tomb, and relevant information was scarce and difficult to trace.

Wukong, realizing that force would not work, recalled the formidable Eight Trigrams Formation of the Supreme Elder Lord, which he had once encountered.

As the stranger had mentioned earlier, what they needed now was genuine five-colored soil—soil that could be made into restorative mud paste—not the rare multicolored soils they had before. No one was interested in curiosities now; repairing their damaged totem lamps was the priority.

Years ago, after the Divine Beast Manor obtained a Qinglong (Azure Dragon) egg, it was kept as the treasure of the estate but no one had succeeded in hatching it.

Coincidentally, their village had relatives of their rivals. As a result, these families did the same thing: they often made indirect insults toward their rivals’ relatives and frequently gathered in front of their houses to point and mock, while also colluding with well-connected households in the village to ostracize that family.

Now, the hundred brothers of the Xiaoyao Sect had been taken by the Demon King to a hotel. Last night, they were treated to a celebration for successfully completing their mission, drank plenty, and were now asleep in the hotel.

“Master, they’re the patrol team from the Deputy Prefect’s office—they didn’t show me any respect,” Zhao Long reported.

At this moment, Yan Hanqing stared intently at the screen. Although she was worried about the Eight Great Families’ predicament, this was the final battle. If they failed, the world would fall into crisis.

“Hmph, I’m not afraid! Even when the Vajra Lock trapped me inside the Alchemy Furnace, I still managed to escape!” Wukong said defiantly.

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Yang Lefan recognized her as the traffic officer Shen Qingyou who had caused him trouble that day. Shamelessly, he smiled and said, “Isn’t it alright for me to dine here?” Then, pushing her arm aside, he prepared to leave. However, when the police discovered the handgun on him, trouble ensued.

Although Mao Jianxin’s family was wealthy, his parents only gave him one million per month, which was insufficient for him. Sometimes he would ask his mother for an additional three to five hundred thousand.

When Ling Yanyu saw the Supreme Daoist of the Tai Xuan Sect and others depart, she absorbed the jade token back into her body. Then, turning around, she glanced at the Mirage Palace’s head and whispered a few words before swiftly flying away.

“One Americano and one cappuccino,” Lin Yu said as he folded the menu and handed it to the waiter.

Chun’er said nothing but angrily threw the items bestowed by the Empress into the trash corner. She then slowly sat down, poured herself a cup of water, and drank it sip by sip.

Jiang Yi refused to give up; he was determined to get to the bottom of this matter. Otherwise, what was the point of returning?

“Who’s making all that bird noise? It’s supposed to be quiet here and it’s disturbing me!” A fierce-looking man emerged from a private room, followed by several intimidating young men.

But the curse of losing money weighed heavily on the driver, making him feel suffocated. “Brother, I cheated you once and stabbed you in the back. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.”

Li Hao felt a sharp pain in his back, a reaction to being hit by a hard object earlier. He never expected to be scolded after doing a good deed. It was truly unfair. Fortunately, he possessed great inner strength. Had this happened yesterday, he would likely have been knocked unconscious.

Luo Xi frowned. Why was he here? How did he know she was here? “I don’t mind you coming over, but please don’t stop me when I’m drinking,” Luo Xi said, picking up another jar of wine, uncorking it, and raising it to drink again.

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Upon swiftly reaching a critical checkpoint, Xing Yu finally relaxed. This was his first time leading the way; if he had gotten lost, it would have betrayed everyone’s trust. Being the guide never felt easy at first—he constantly worried about making mistakes, choosing the wrong path, and wasting the team’s time.

“Xi!” Suddenly, the Crown Prince turned his head, looking at Jin Xi with deep affection. He disdainfully kicked away the spirit beast beneath him and flew to Jin Xi’s side.

Those inferior students in Jiuxiao Academy were always inferior students; they all came from the Bronze Tier Academy—how powerful could they really be?

Among the five, the man in the blue robe summoned a stool, leapt up, and struck down toward Wang Tianling and the others, the stool swelling as it moved with the wind.

The sun had set, and the moon had risen. Chen Feng and Tang San had been sitting here continuously, even taking lunch and dinner here. Such monotony was hard for even the composed Tang San to endure.

With a rumbling sound, cracks appeared one after another, and a massive pit suddenly burst open.

The Qin royal family members were spared by Su Qingni, as they were the original owner’s blood relatives. Su Qingni demoted them to commoners and gave them a farm to work and support themselves.

Early in the morning, Lin Mo felt something crawling on his neck. Just as he was about to slap it away, he suddenly realized something and restrained his restless hand.