Chapter Twenty-Four: Resolving the Matter of Ping's Daughter-in-Law

A barrage of questions exploded in my mind. I opened my mouth and shouted, “Sister Jiu’er, it’s me, Xiaopi!” Then I lifted my leg to rush forward, but though my mouth opened, no sound came out. It was as if an invisible wall blocked my path; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move an inch.

A trace of worry flickered in Sister Jiu’er’s eyes—the same worry I’d seen when I fell ill from the Gu curse. She shook her head at me…

After that time he delivered Cheng Shifei and the two sides exchanged cultivation techniques, Xiayang scarcely visited in the following month, spending nearly all his time either at the Embroidered Uniform Guards’ post or in his own residence.

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open. Guan Shuai and Zhong Tong strode in, hand in hand, each holding a huge bottle of imported liquor, both thoroughly drunk.

At this moment, Li Xiaoyao was just a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage, while his spirit was at the Golden Core stage.

“This has nothing to do with conscience. I’m grateful you saved me, and grateful for all you’ve done, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to die,” Ye Zhusheng said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

He Zhuangnan staggered as he walked, but his mind grew ever clearer. His face was as dark as storm clouds before the rain. Ignoring the guards at the door, he barged straight into the residence where He Meiyan usually stayed.

“Hey, is she really my aunt?” “No, she’s the red-haired demoness!” To his surprise, the child instantly denied it. Even if she was his aunt, if she dared hit his mommy, he wouldn’t forgive her so easily!

“Mommy, you’ll never grow old; you’ll always be this young!” The child hurried to say, immediately making his beloved mother beam with joy.

“Don’t talk nonsense, sister. Even if you weren’t carrying this rascal’s child, just by virtue of your talent, we’d still have to address you with respect,” Mo Yi said, glancing at Xu Zheng before turning to smile.

Watching as his beloved and Mo Xiannan walked away, Beibei tugged at the child’s clothes and asked, “Are you really going to let Mommy go back to Daddy?” If so, he’d lose the chance to make money off Murong Jin!

People were stunned, mouths agape—Song Lingyu, Lord Yuling, Lord Dragon, and the rest were no exception.

Once the teleportation array was perfected, most of the Galaxy Spirits realized there was nothing in the outer void, and their enthusiasm for exploration waned.

Even if something happened between the two of them, Su Nan would never make it public knowledge.

Dissociative identity disorder is a mysterious and perplexing mental illness, defying reasonable scientific explanation and baffling all who encounter it.

Strangely enough, perhaps it was the raging white wind this morning that played some part.

When Feng revealed her true form, the old man grew even more excited. At this point, he no longer wanted to kill Feng outright. As long as he could extract the demon core and cultivate her within the sect, given enough time and spiritual energy, she would undoubtedly become the “Sacred Tree” of his Shengxian Sect.

A low voice issued from Lord Han’s lips, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked at the merchants.

Though she had already guessed the answer, hearing her admit it aloud, Jing Ye felt an inexplicable ache in his chest.

This time, her hands were clumsy and flustered as she tried to undo Huang Kuang’s robe, failing several times.

She had already treated every wound she could see and touch, with only the one on his back left—the deepest and hardest to tend.

Yet her efforts were futile. Several large crossbow bolts easily caught up to them, raining down from behind.

Such a catastrophe had happened, and her husband was away on business, claiming that Yan Lancang would handle things. Leng Ling was furious—no wonder the old master wouldn’t entrust him with any real power. He was nothing but a blockhead, ignorant and unambitious.

“Of course, the main thing is to buy gifts for Auntie,” Xiao Jian said as he opened each box in turn: earrings, studs, necklaces, rings, bracelets.