Volume One Chapter 39: I’m Not His Wife, But I Know His Wife

Lu Yu concealed his presence and followed Wendy. Whether she had been warned or for some other reason, Wendy took several detours on her way back to the survival base and even used visual tricks, hiding in a corner to observe if anyone was tailing her.

The escape of several people caused a commotion. As he watched them flee into the distance, Lu Yu stepped toward the pyre, drawing the attention of everyone whose curiosity had been piqued by the disturbance. The illusion cloaking him fell away, revealing his true form underneath.

Even the severely weakened Qian Yanba and Tian Sha couldn't help but widen their eyes, their gazes locking onto the portly Ander. As Ander transformed, their astonishment only deepened.

But to his disappointment, there was no record of his condition in any cultivator’s tome. Following the cultivators’ methods for training only enhanced his abilities; even without activating his powers, ordinary people could no longer see him. So he abandoned cultivation altogether.

Here, only Reed appeared mature and steady, and in truth, the mutations everyone suffered originated from his scientific mishap. Thus, it was most fitting for him to face the reporters.

Tian Sha swiftly approached two giant trees, suddenly unleashing a wild surge of energy. A dark aura rippled over his body, the pale demon bone helmet materialized instantly, and a violent, nearly tangible murderous spirit soared skyward, its force formidable.

It’s worth mentioning that the main battleground between the inner and outer city was limited to the barracks of the Marquis Wu Wei’s soldiers and the guarded city gates, sparing the residential areas from excessive impact.

Normally, the governor’s office was led by the governor, with the finance commissioner as his deputy. But in these chaotic times, command shifted to Wu Bingguo, the central commander of the patrol camp, who held military power, and Lian Yin, the head of patrol officers with more than five hundred men under him.

At this moment, the scales on Anna’s hands and feet had already spread across her entire body, and her golden vertical pupils radiated the majesty of a dragon god. After awakening her bloodline, Anna unleashed her evolved Provocation Shield. Fine threads of golden light bound the demon’s hands to her shield.

Moreover, those countless, densely packed giant turtles were eerily silent, like cultivators in meditation. Were they actually training?

“What do you want to ask?” Feng Jiping inquired. Yang Ruoli simply handed him her mother’s newly sent text message for him to read.

Her task for today was complete; from now on, they could return to their own lives.

Ignoring the fat man’s complaints, Ao Tian led the way into the Alma Great Hall’s teleportation array. Next, Chen Panyun and the child riding the bone dragon followed into the array.

Liang Yimo’s lips curled in mockery. If she hadn’t just witnessed the speed of this person’s changing expressions and the cruelty in her eyes, she might have believed in her innocence.

Luo Chenyang didn’t insist on probing further. He could tell Gu Yibei was clever and sensible, and didn’t reject him.

Even after seeing a psychologist, Yang Shimin remained silent. She always kept her eyes closed, and upon waking, stared out the window at trees and flowers, never uttering a word. She had stayed in the hospital for a month now.

“Stay out of the dragon vein business. If you meddle again, I’ll tell Ning Luo!” Lian Qiao warned.

That night, Liang Yimo lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone rang. She picked it up and saw a text: “I miss you.”

“Stop changing the subject. Will you tell us or not? If not, we’ll ask Ning Luo,” Ku Ku chimed in, stirring up trouble.

Suddenly, Fu Chengjue cupped Qin Huan’s face in his hands. Qin Huan stared wide-eyed at him, and Fu Chengjue met her gaze, speaking slowly and clearly, “Qin Huan, don’t say things out of anger. You know that whatever you say, I will always believe you.”

“Yes!” the dark-faced man saluted. The commander’s orders were absolute; even if Old Dao ordered him to kill, he would likely obey.

That man nodded slightly at the guards. In two years, the Eastern family had changed little; the guards remained alert and vigilant.

Murong Daotian quickly issued instructions in the guild chat channel, awaiting the arrival of the legions from Dominator’s World and Divine Realm.

As for the matter of the Sage of Medicine, Zhang Zhongjing, every effort was made to suppress the news. Officially, it was announced that the Sage had perished in the fire. The people of Luoyang mourned his loss, and his family held a modest burial. Zhuang Shaoyou’s men secured the site, ensuring no information leaked.

Incantations were chanted with urgency, and white snowflakes suddenly drifted across the night sky. Bathed in the moon’s silvery glow, the scene was enchanting, but no one paid heed to this marvel.

The second salvo from the fortress cannons arrived in a flash. The flight path between the enemy vessels was flooded with white light. The cold emptiness of space blazed with sudden heat.

Jiang Weini, after being beaten, stayed home and rested for a whole week. The next day after Summer Qiao returned from the debate, she received a call from Guan Jinting’s assistant, informing her that all of Jiang Weini’s classes had been canceled for the time being.

Was this how it ended? Dongfang Tian no longer had the strength to twist his parched lips into a smile. He could only smile bitterly in his heart, but he had no regrets; all of this was his own choice.

Behind him stood a burly man draped in a red cape, arms folded, a dragon totem emblazoned across his chest, and a sword scar nearly splitting his face in two.

In that moment, he realized how long he had waited—thousands of years—and believed he would spend them in loneliness, or die outright from his failed quest for vengeance.

She needed a bath to wash away the toxins clinging to her skin, while Lin Xuan hurried to dispel the divine restrictions within Wang Yuexin’s body.

Twenty thousand regular troops, orderly and armed with rifles and cannons, left Qingshui County, crossed the Shifting Sands River, singing rousing military songs as they marched north.

There are no walls that cannot leak wind; with Xue Bi’s orders, the entire Huangliang Dao was stirred from top to bottom—secrecy was impossible.

At that moment, the main gate of the castle plaza opened slowly. The Eternal Emperor, clad in extravagant and ornate attire, wore a peculiar mask and sat atop a palanquin borne by sixty-eight men, emerging from the palace.

The trio slipped out of the palace and onto the streets. The biting early winter wind chilled them, yet the avenues were still bustling with hurried passersby: merchants roaming the alleys, vendors selling food from their stalls.