Chapter 18: Obtaining the Marriage Certificate

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Zhong Yue felt even more puzzled, unsure of the old man’s true intentions. After a moment’s hesitation, he approached the writing desk, opened the drawer, and took out a photograph to hand to Uncle Qiang.

In the picture, Haozi was crouched with his arms spread wide, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the basketball in my hands, completely devoid of his usual playful expression.

However, such cultivation was ultimately ineffective; transforming the power of the yin spirit itself consumed his chaotic primal energy, yielding minimal results.

Suddenly, a phone rang, startling Tong En. She hastily grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button, careful not to wake Yuhao.

Lele remained indifferent to my apology, merely shaking his head vigorously, unwilling to say a word. It was just past seven in the morning, but the sky was already bright, and we left the inn one after the other, like strangers who had never met.

“Did you forget what I said? I must seize this rare flower of yours only when the time is ripe. At least, now is not the moment,” Gongsun Yu lowered his head, gently brushing away the tears at her eyes as he spoke softly.

“Welcome…” Mei Zi hurried over to greet a customer entering the store, but she froze after uttering just three words. “You… you came?” Mei Zi looked at me in astonishment.

Ye Ziluo silently offered her blessings. Entering the Divine Realm was only the beginning of a vast, fierce battle. This proud and unyielding man—what kind of chaos would he stir within the Divine Realm? If I could fight alongside him, then no enemy, no matter how formidable, would ever intimidate me.

“Big brother, how are you?” Meiluo’s eyes brimmed with tears. Even in the dire moments before facing the Divine Tribulation, this man, both father and brother to him, still cared about his matters. He felt deeply moved, almost choked up and unable to speak.

He pondered deeply for a long time, arriving at two solutions: one was to block the water outlet with stones to raise the water level, allowing him to climb out; the other was to stack the stones at the bottom of the pool against the wall like building blocks, creating a stone ladder to climb directly out.

When Feng Qing traveled to Fuzhou with the Wang family and Xie Yuanqiao, she was not yet eight years old. Logically, a mature servant should have accompanied her, and her wet nurse, Lü Momo, who had cared for her since childhood, was the most fitting choice.

Seeing their uneasy expressions, Eunuch Li said directly, “No need, I will go myself.” Then he strode toward Lü Pin’s courtyard.

Wang Yang asked exactly what I was eager to know. I had been resting with my eyes closed but couldn’t help but prick up my ears straight away.

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By now, the day had fully dawned. More people came to the court to play badminton, and the place was crowded.

As long as these reporters made major claims about how excellent the dishes at the Chinese Grand Restaurant were, they could casually disparage their own Yunqing Grand Hotel a little.

Back in the alternate dimension, Qian Ying wanted to know how much his spiritual power had increased, but inside that realm, it was as if he was severed from the system and could not check; after leaving, he never had a chance to examine it… even now, he remained unaware of his attribute changes.

The three brothers controlling the long sword looked pale. Even combined, they barely managed to wield it.

The obese white horse in the painting was nothing like the fine steed before us. Its elegant, powerful lines would make anyone exclaim at such a peerless horse—how could it compare to the fat horse in the portrait?

Moreover, rumors said the last person to draw this lot had been seventy or eighty years ago. Who knows how many distortions or exaggerations had crept in over time?

Then, Chu Shang seized an opportunity, striking the back of Jing Mofeng’s head with a palm, knocking him unconscious. It wasn’t that the others didn’t want to use acupuncture points to restrain him, but the poison he had was strange and acupuncture techniques were ineffective.

“Thank you, Mr. He. I will take my leave now,” Guan Du said directly. He Hongye waved his hand dismissively. Guan Du paid no mind to his attitude, respectfully bowed, and left He’s residence. Only after getting into the car did Guan Du exhale deeply—life was truly unbearable.

Refining the venomous frog-man cost five years of lifespan; the corpse formation array, fifteen years; the soul explosive orb, ten years; the skin-peeling substitute technique, one year; strengthening one’s power with dark arts, five years; and controlling the Yaksha, ten years—forty-six years of life in total.

Ding Yicheng hadn’t expected Ye Chenxi to suddenly say something, making it feel like an interview—though if anything, he should be the one interviewing Ye.

Every morning, after tending to the children and taking them to the ancestral hall, handing them over to Fourth Grandfather, he then took a sightseeing bus to Panao Township.

According to the plan, the saints were meant to continue their mission, but unexpectedly, they encountered a great deity and were wounded at their foundation. Hence, Xu Le had no choice but to retreat first to that world to obtain an elixir to heal himself.

Nangong Zichen held her child while servants blocked the doorway; her face alternated between pale and flushed. She felt a pang of sorrow: did she love him so deeply? Was she determined to protect him no matter what? Had she no place left in her heart for me?

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Unfortunately, Tianlin was a Martial Dao Celestial, and not just any—he had slain an ancient Grand Lord, making his strength terrifying.

Magical treasures, depending on their power, were divided into four tiers: worldly treasures, imitations of ancient treasures, ancient relics, and primordial spiritual treasures.

Such invaluable treasures could not be carried casually; if something happened and they were seized by others, retrieving them would be harder than ascending to heaven.

Eating while working and working while eating seemed to be a common habit among Chinese people, and Xu Ruyi was no exception.

After going to Huainan city to buy some hens and ingredients, Lu Chen hurried back to the ship. Meanwhile, he received intelligence from the Yellow Earth Legion that the Twelve Officials had been found and were being taken to a villa in Jinling City, awaiting his arrival.

In this life and the next, this was Xu Ruyi’s first time witnessing a tornado, and he found himself captivated, sighing deeply.

Truly a sight of clashing armor and galloping horses—majestic and magnificent. These barbarians wore black battle armor, wielded long spears, carried large knives at their waists, and bore powerful crossbows on their backs. Covered in dense armor, mounted on horseback, they surged forward like a torrent toward the Great Wall.

Song Zhe looked embarrassed and said, “I wonder if Inspector Li is available?” He was clever enough not to call him prince consort but addressed him by his official title.

Song Yun’s surroundings were artificially enclosed by screens, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.