Chapter 55: Settling Accounts

Old Woman Fan still tried to strike Fan Meiqin, but Li Cuixiang hurriedly rushed forward and pulled her back. Missing her target, Old Woman Fan stumbled with a lurch.
"Ouch, hiss—"
"Are you done yet? This is the Wei family. How dare you come here and shout about beating and killing my daughter-in-law right in front of me and the old man? What on earth are you trying to do? This girl is already married and is now a member of the Wei family. You can't just keep coming over to bully her, can you?"
"What's the matter? My daughter is married to your—"
"Please listen to the King finish explaining the situation first. I shall step away for a moment." With a flash of his figure, he vanished once again.

It was "War," the rider on the red horse, pursuing them. The thunderous rumbling sound was none other than the hoofbeats of his mount.
Now that there were new clothes to change into, naturally no one wanted to keep wearing garments from over a decade ago.
——It seemed that Father Pucci accelerating the incubation of these eggs beforehand was not without drawbacks; at the very least, the survival rate was abyssal.

The temple was not large, consisting of merely three rooms. Having fallen into disrepair over the years, almost nothing inside remained intact, save for a single divine statue standing in the very center. In the gloom, it appeared merely as a murky mass. Zheng Yuanqi kindly moved the lamp closer, illuminating the scene, yet Ah Li was so startled that every hair on her body stood on end.
Gently caressing the delicate, vibrant flower while the intoxicating and refreshing fragrance brushed against my breath, I became all the more certain that the mortal world is filled with emotion, and this must surely be the sentiment of Taihua.
"Not at all, I can guarantee that within a week, she will definitely come knocking on our doors, and she'll bring a whole crowd of people with her!" Su Mubai stated with certainty.

After all, being an old-timer, Wang Weijun's suggestion was much safer. When one does not know what to do, normal cultivation is also a decent choice.
The two formally engaged in battle, each bringing out their signature techniques. Ye Qingxuan scattered paper talismans to summon soldiers, setting up the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation. The forward and reverse trigrams crossed and rotated, and the razor-sharp whirlwind generated by the intertwining of Yin and Yang obliterated everything pulled into the formation.

Naruto smiled. That immensely bold and spirited chubby fellow walked into the wooden puppet array, but due to his heavy weight, he ended up getting batted away and wailed bitterly on the ground.
Boarding time had arrived. Mu Siyan kept turning her head back to look at the familiar city. She was about to leave; she was truly leaving this place behind.
Given his current battle prowess, he could no longer fight cultivators at the Yuan Dan realm, and could only contend with those at the Hua Yuan realm below it.
Just as Han Yaru was caught in intense hesitation, a gentle voice sounded from above her head. She raised her eyes and was greeted by a handsome face.

While struggling against the slippery ribbons, a pair of hands suddenly reached around from behind her. Lu Yandong was slightly startled, but knowing who it was, she offered no resistance, merely lowering her gaze to watch those hands encircle her waist, picking up the two helpless sash-strings and nimbly tying them into an intricately novel knot.
Although she was well aware of Jerry's feelings, Mu Siyan had always kept him at a distance, treating him strictly as a friend.
Even though Ah Ji wouldn't actually divorce him, running away from home for a few days was still entirely possible.
The moment the door closed, Mu Siyan's tears fell. Her heart was filled with bitterness and grievance, yet she couldn't let her good friends know about these things; if they were to worry, wouldn't it only heap even greater psychological pressure upon them?

Subconsciously leaning her face forward, that pale countenance was fully exposed to Long Jingteng. The greenish veins beneath the skin were entirely visible, and the dark bruises around her eye sockets were just a single finger's width away from Long Jingteng.
Su Xue offered words of comfort from the side. She had regained consciousness just yesterday, and upon waking, had seen Han Yang tending to his wounds. After inquiring, she learned the whole sequence of events. Her awakening allowed Hu Tian to heave a sigh of relief, for Su Xue's abilities surpassed his own.
Jien-chan snapped violently to her senses, looking guardedly in that direction before realizing that Wang Taika had returned at some unknown point.
Liu Mu glanced sideways at Zhang Qian and scoffed, "Why would I go? If you want to go, go yourself." With that, he dug his heels into his horse's flanks and rode off.

Along the way, Qingfeng Yijian was by far the most aloof, yet he was equally eager to know what rewards the players who slew the deep-sea giant serpent had obtained.

The most plausible theory was that once, a group of invaders breached the island, only to be defeated and killed one by one by the island's powerhouses and cast into the grand dungeons. Ever since then, anyone arriving from the mainland would be imprisoned, all to prevent others from discovering that survivors inhabited this island and coming to harbor malicious designs against them.
The gains he had already secured were no longer enough to keep him thrilled; the only thing capable of keeping him exhilarated in the next moment was the opponent standing right before him.
The staff members of Qingyuan Casino grew even more helpless. Now he was beginning to regret his actions; it seemed Qingyuan Casino was about to suffer a crushing defeat this time.

Yizhixie sat upon his sovereign throne with a solemn expression, his brow displaying a conflicted look, while his fingers, tapping rhythmically against the armrest, seemed to aid their master in steadying his state of mind.
"Qin Guang." At that moment, he was deep in thought and absent-minded, and hearing the voice, the name slipped out quite naturally. Only after speaking did he regret it.
To say nothing of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, even an ordinary quasi-sage would find it impossible to escape. This undoubtedly belonged to a peerless, supreme divine power.

According to Han Dynasty custom, generally only superior-grade fields were exempt from rotational fallow and could be farmed year after year, whereas medium- or lower-grade fields had to lie fallow every alternate year or even every two years before they could be cultivated again. Fortunately, the newly reclaimed fields in Anping County, once the irrigation canals were completed, could all be classified as superior-grade fields.
At the same time, Luo Shuihan was well aware of Lin Gui's temper; if he refused to accept, there was nothing she could do either.
What he wanted to know was what connection that existence had with the Ruyi Jingu Bang, or whether it had any relation to that father of his?
He Mengjie tapped the desk and muttered to herself, though she didn't seem angry in the slightest. Thinking of the dual identity of that figure, a smile even tugged at the corners of her lips, leaving Wang Meijia utterly bewildered.