Volume 1, Chapter 28: She Is My Mother

Several of them were attending a wedding procession for the first time and hadn’t expected this step, so they were utterly unprepared. Someone in the back immediately raised their hand, volunteering to go buy what was needed.

However, Gu Jinyan shook his head and simply knocked on the door. “Chenyu, open up. I’m coming back to give you all the red envelopes.”

“Old Gu, are you crazy? Blocking the door is someone else’s job; what use is it to call the bride—” Before the words could finish, the door swung open.

The others were speechless.

“Bride! Who told you to go outside! Come back right now!” the coordinator screamed. What kind of rebellious bride is this?

“Oh,” Jiang Chenyu pouted, lifted her skirt, and cheerfully tossed it aside.

“You know that car is yours; how could I take it? It’s not my fault. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now,” Wei Dapao huffed, clearly furious after being angered by Ye Chen.

With a scream, the captain of the criminal police, who had lost his right hand, immediately dropped his gun.

“Turn right onto the main road, head toward the provincial city!” I shouted to Rong Yusi while crouching and holding my gun.

The sound of wooden fish and qingqing bells awakened the mortal realm. The ritual instruments played in harmony, crisp and clear. Over a thousand disciples stood solemn and reverent, eyes gently closed, hearts sincere and focused. In the Great Pure View Temple’s lecture hall, a clear chanting filled the air.

“It’s a miracle you survived on the Longquan Continent. I thought I’d never see you again. It’s been over twenty years; I never expected our reunion to be like this,” Shi Jue said with a smile.

“Miss Yan, I have a few words I shouldn’t say, but for His Highness’s sake, I must. If I say anything wrong, please forgive me,” Chen Niang, who had been kind and gentle moments ago, suddenly became sharp and alert, her keen eyes fixed unblinkingly on Yan Liyou.

But aside from her, I saw no other sign of anyone. And Wang Dake seemed oblivious to his isolation, coming and going busily without a clue.

The latter half of the diary was missing. I closed the back cover, pondering what role the grenade played that allowed them to escape.

“Hello, I’m Ma Jun. Nice to meet you,” Ma Jun said to Feng Yuanyuan, presenting himself with gentlemanly grace.

Zhao Yingyuan and Xu Jinjiao still often ventured out of the palace to taverns, inviting Wei Si, who politely declined. Places like Guixiang or Yihong were tacky, naturally vulgar, and couldn’t be compared with the refined Shihuaguan.

“They’re useful to me; I hope you won’t interfere,” Liu Yucheng said, unable to discern Yuan Sanye’s cultivation level. Seeing her holding a turtle shell, he thought she still harbored feelings for Gousheng.

Ye Jinmu wanted to deny it, but since they had all witnessed it, denial was impossible. He simply nodded.

Mo Cangming was very tolerant and affectionate toward Mo Youzhiling, no doubt related to the You family’s formidable strength.

“Not many, not many, this number,” the white-bearded old man chuckled, forming a gun shape with his thumb and forefinger.

Zhou Jian gazed toward the 70-meter line in the distance. He estimated that if he gave it his all, he could probably kick a ball over two hundred meters. Dribbling wasn’t his strength, but kicking far was easy.

Because of a call from Zhang Yong, Wei Xiaodong had thought long and hard. Now he planned to take a walk through the Mystic Realm. Before entering, Wei Xiaodong donned his full gear again. This time, he wanted to test if the equipment could help him enter the Mystic Realm.

“Trapped here!” Yuan Sanye’s eyes lit up. No need to fear now. He took a deep breath, his expression much calmer.

It was noon. Wei Xiaodong’s parents returned from the fields, covered in dirt. Wei Xiaodong felt a pang of sympathy. For now, there was nothing he could do. But there would be a way in the future.

Meanwhile, after carefully reviewing the methods in the jade tube, Li Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, channeling his true qi to inscribe one special symbol after another before him.

After calling twice with no response, Yilian still didn’t stir. Yuan Sanye raised his arm, about to give her two hard slaps.

From the delivery room came Yu Xi’s soft cries, as if she had no strength left. Li Shengjue was alarmed and hurried inside to find Yu Xi lying painfully on the operating table, her legs spread wide by the obstetricians, fully prepared to welcome the new life.

Jiang Yuhan was chatting about the earlier fight and interaction with the owner and Mei Xiang when, without warning, Mei Xiang charged in, grabbed Jiang Yuhan’s hand, and led him outside, ignoring the astonished gazes of Ye Rongxue and Zhou Lan.

The surrounding silence was terrifying, broken only by Huang Wu’s echoes. Even the dull-witted Huang Wu noticed the eerie quiet.

Though this “Heaven’s Will as a Blade” technique only resembled the original and lacked its full power, it was undoubtedly the strongest ancient-style move, with astonishingly incredible power.

Jiang Yuhan didn’t seize the chance to flee but obediently followed the captain to meet the Lanxi City Chief Judge. The judge, Rulta, was a mid-level divine expert, Water God’s trusted enforcer, and one of his most reliable adjudicators.

“Old Li, call out your Qin Qiong for a sparring match!” Jiang Jun said thoughtfully to Li Shimin.

Everyone’s hearts tightened; they straightened their backs, an inexplicable tension gripping their spirits.

From afar, Meng Ning danced animatedly with a stranger.

Mei Xiang nodded. “Let’s go together. If we meet another expert, it’s better to be prepared. Your moves are powerful, but a sudden sneak attack from a master would leave no time to react.” Jiang Yuhan agreed, and the four entered the cave they had found earlier.

They had disappointed Wang Po and the others. They saw nothing else except a formation in the center, surrounded by swirling black mist.

Su Man, seeing her bright smile, exclaimed and shyly laughed.

“That’s Cheng Jinghao, right?” Tong Meng said, fingers delicately holding a slim cigarette, exuding an indescribable charm.

When cutting carrots, he always made large slices, but he felt no sensation. He believed that biting big chunks was the only way to feel anything.

The dining hall was crowded with disciples from various sects across the world. Some were vegetarian cultivators, abstaining from alcohol and meat. Thus, everyone ate simple vegetarian meals—each with a bowl of rice and two strips of dried radish—very plain and modest.