Chapter 39: This Guy Isn’t Good Enough for You

"Ranran, I’ve finally come to understand the meaning of 'a day apart feels like three autumns.' We’ve only been separated for the time it takes to eat a meal, yet it felt so incredibly long."

As Ye Siran helped her grandmother reach the foot of the tea mountain, she heard Wen Lin’s boisterous voice.

She asked casually, "Why are only the two of you standing here? Where are Educated Youth An and Wang Fang?"

"Educated Youth An and Educated Youth Wang went up the mountain to pick tea leaves. They said if they don't gather enough this afternoon, they won’t be able to fulfill their quota."

Stepping forward, Qin Yun bowed to Xiao Yan with a hearty laugh, his handsome face beaming with genuine warmth, as if he were completely unbothered by what had happened earlier that day.

If he hadn’t driven himself there, Chen Hao likely would have immediately agreed to the proposal of this future uncle, who was suddenly being overly enthusiastic.

"You all should head back!" Three hours later, Su Wu emerged from the woods, stepped onto his skateboard, and pushed off. They continued to follow behind him.

The group’s protective inner energy isolated the seawater, surrounding them like bubbles, allowing them to speak naturally.

With the return salutations complete, the grand ceremony came to an end; what remained now were matters concerning the Sea Tribe and the foreign powerhouses.

"If you truly can manage that, what harm would there be in one of them marrying you? I only fear that by then, you might not even look twice at them," the great beauty remarked.

Along the way, there were many disciples from the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, as well as those from other schools—mostly local sects—hoping that by performing meritorious service this time, they might have the chance to learn more at Shushan and implement reforms upon their return. This would allow them to absorb the most cutting-edge technological models of the cultivation world, benefiting the development of their own sects.

The personal handmaiden of the Fish Tribe princess acknowledged the order, saying, "Yes, young hero!" She turned and hurried back toward the princess’s chambers.

High in the void, a god-tier powerhouse clad in white leather armor with a broadsword hanging at his waist suddenly let out a cold snort. The sound drew the attention of those around him, yet he paid no heed to their gazes, his eyes fixed on Norman with disdain.

When it came to refining Spirit-Communing Pills, Chen Hao had become adept after the previous batch of ginseng, achieving a success rate of over eighty percent.

"Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?" Liang Yu pressed her foot down on the guard, who felt blood rushing to his head, his breathing instantly becoming heavy and labored.

Lian Yi had been lingering at the gates of the Qin manor for a long time, waiting for a chance to speak with Qin Liangyu. Now that she had spoken first, he naturally would not refuse.

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out," Finesse always disliked wasting words, preferring everything to be simple, straightforward, and brutal.

The storage capacity of the Profound Origin Pearl far exceeded that of an ordinary spatial ring; even with these shelves being so large and numerous, it took no effort at all.

Chu Mengyao stood awkwardly to the side with her head turned away, silent and not even offering a greeting. Seeing this, Old Madam Zhen became even more furious, for she had clearly heard the words "old witch" when she first entered the courtyard.

Blazing, pale gold flames erupted into the air. Mo Li unleashed the Sun-Moon Heavenly Light Illumination Technique, and as the Cold Pond Extreme Flame ignited around him, dozens of ghosts and spirits were burned into nothingness without even a scream.

The sound of an arrow piercing the air rang out. Yun Xiao’s expression shifted slightly, and Rong Ruo’s two guards managed to intercept the black-clad man's arrow, but it was clear they could no longer remain inside the carriage.

Madam Sun’s face turned from green to white; she was deeply humiliated. Yet, as she looked at Yun Xiao’s face, she couldn't help but shudder. The long sword at her neck glinted in the moonlight, its reflection piercing deep into Madam Sun’s heart.

Ji Yanran felt the chill in her meridians and stared in astonishment at the white mist rapidly rising from the silver needle.

This question made Zhao Yu feel quite awkward. Ever since her foundation was ruined by practicing toxic arts, she had never thought she would be able to conceive.