Chapter 27: I Am Truly Not Han Yang

Song Yuqi said nothing, feeling only a profound sense of speechlessness. If Han Yang had been brought along, they wouldn’t be dealing with all this idle gossip. But Jiang Ruoxi had insisted on having her own way, calling Hu Yuan over instead; she had truly brought this upon herself.

At that moment, Fang Juyi approached. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have accompanied Fang Kai to a parent-child camping trip, given the mountain of work at his company. But today...

Just like that, the annual Four Great Families Exchange Meeting came to a dramatic conclusion. Yet, those with a keen eye could see that the atmosphere between Zhao Tianling and Li Xuan had shifted; it seemed the strongest and the weakest of the four primary families were now at odds.

"Hahaha..." Before Zhang Ming could finish his sentence, Cui Sen’s shrill, bizarre laughter erupted.

If he hadn't been afraid of Zhong Su and Basha clashing, neither he nor Zhou Lan would have allowed them to participate in this restriction; it would have been no concern of theirs if they were tricked to death by the gods.

Though Cai Ze’s situation was more difficult than his, he was still persisting step by step, seemingly moving to his own rhythm.

He could sense the shivering, terror, and unease of the person hiding inside.

Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps by fate, a piece of silver fell from the ceiling of the silver mine, striking the ground with a sharp, piercing sound in the quiet space, instantly startling the rats.

The white-haired elder’s eyes were piercing, his pupils so red they seemed to bleed. Just moments ago, he had been overflowing with confidence, his language the most extreme, declaring that the time had come to use the Taiqing Chi Sword Sect as the first target.

The eldest disciple had been by his mentor’s side and was unaware of the rumors among the junior disciples. The second senior sister explained to him, "In the south, where rice is grown, there is a tradition of raising ducks in the paddies. The ducks eat the insects and stir up the water, making it harder for weeds to take root."

That day, Song Zhihong called her unexpectedly to say that her cousin Jiang Yun’s engagement banquet with Lu Xichen was being held at the Fragrant Hill Hotel, and that her uncle was inviting the entire family to attend.

As for Saint Tianxuan and Saint Zifu, they were only at the fourth and fifth heavenly layers of the Saint King realm. Before such an ancient demon, who stood like a god of destruction, they felt a vast, overwhelming, and terrifying pressure.

All the members of the Golden Crow tribe, upon seeing Tiansheng’s reaction, could not help but follow his gaze toward the statue they worshipped as their tribal god.

"Xiuyuan, you are going to be a father." Not wanting him to blame himself, Yu Qingyun shared this wonderful news.

"The second kowtow to the parents; kneel, bow, bow again, and bow a third time; thank your parents for the grace of raising you." Consort Xian of the Kangping Emperor sat in the main hall with a smile on her face, clearly very satisfied with this marriage.

Chen Langya’s words were astonishing. Even with Davis’s excellent cultivation and composure, Chen Langya’s statement caused waves in his heart, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Holy crap!" No sooner had Renjian Yanhuo cursed than the God Tribe’s Fire God’s staff released a massive burst of magical energy in the distance. A black dragon wave engulfed him, and a damage figure of over thirty thousand floated above his head. Renjian Yanhuo’s HP was instantly depleted; he had been nearly one-shot by the Fire God.

In the afternoon, the chirping of cicadas outside the window rose and fell, carrying the increasingly scorching sunlight into the room, which made Chuxiu feel irritable, anxious, uneasy, and even apprehensive. Her arm was still pressed against Shen Yu’s palm; though separated by fabric, she could feel the burning heat of his skin.

Therefore, Su Daji exploited Mother Qiao’s deep maternal love for the original owner, causing her to feel even more guilty so that she would be more inclined to compensate her.

"What kind of place could this be?" Lu Xiang’er tilted her head, recalling the cellar under the dim light earlier. It had to be said that the cellar had been cleaned very thoroughly, with not a single superfluous item in sight. But Lu Xiang’er pursed her lips in disapproval; she couldn't see it, but she could smell it.

With one strike, he cleaved the blood-red scythe snake—which still had a third of its HP left—in two. I gasped, stunned; such an attack was simply too powerful! I immediately cast a look of admiration his way.