Chapter 43: You Might As Well Hope for the Best

"Mom, let's find a way to bring Eldest Sister and Second Brother back."

Weian actually didn't quite understand why Su Jin and Qu Xiurong, given their status and capabilities, couldn't find a suitable job for their eldest daughter and second son.

If a formal position was out of the question, surely a temporary one would suffice?

Yet, they had never even brought it up.

Just like now, Qu Xiurong shook her head without a moment of hesitation:

"Wait a little longer."

In truth, Weian was taking the matter far too lightly.

"Hahaha, which one do you want? That one? If he won't give it to you, I'll give you that one instead," a warrior carrying a broadsword chuckled playfully.

In the Brilliance Sect, cultivators below the fourth rank of Nether Immortal are collectively referred to as Martial Artists, while those above the fourth rank are called Elders. Cultivators who have stepped into the Void Immortal realm are known as Knights, and those who have reached or surpassed the fourth rank of the Void Immortal realm are called Paladins.

When the team doctor conveyed the hospital's praise, he did not forget to offer a few flattering remarks. In his heart, this Chen Long, who worked alongside him as a coach, was actually quite skilled in the art of healing.

By evening, Jiang Shun, who had been keeping watch at the entrance of the escort agency, came over to report that the escort had left the agency's gates and headed toward the west of the city.

Following the execution of the late Prince Ning's remnants, the Emperor announced the appointment of the Fifteenth Prince as the Prince of Langya, granting him permission to select a site in the capital to establish his estate and build his residence.

Chen Hao smiled at Du Ziteng.

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"Then this Prince can also make you the Princess of Zhuang. You want a title, and this Prince can give it to you. Tomorrow, I will speak to His Imperial Father and restore your position as the primary consort!" Huo Chen felt only fear, terrified that she would drift away like this, beyond his grasp forever.

Suddenly, he began to doubt himself, wondering what on earth he had been doing all these days, or perhaps questioning whether anything he had done held any value at all.

"Get out!" Chen Junrong issued an icy order of eviction. Du Yuesheng understood that Chen Junrong was beginning to see the light—at the very least, she would no longer do anything rash. He reached out and patted Chen Junrong on the shoulder. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be at your beck and call." This time, Chen Junrong did not spring up.

Feeling the "Eighteen Hells" unleashed by Shen Feng through the "Spear of Ghost Destiny," Ghost King Jiang Ligui immediately flashed a look of joy in his eyes. The secret arts of the Nether Ghost Sect he practiced were inherently gloomy like ghosts. Now, seeing that the "Eighteen Hells" deployed by Shen Feng also carried a dense ghostly aura, he was naturally overjoyed.

Aoxue Hua was likewise walking along the silvery-white streets, surrounded by a deathly silence. In her hand was that dream sword which had once been slowly drawn from her palm, and at this moment, it was burning with a breathtaking silvery-white flame.

Who would have thought that Madame Wang would say, "If it were only that, it would be fine; every household has its own fortune and blessings, and none can be forced."

Those peals of thunder resounded across the annals of the assembly, and in that instant, the angry councilors forgot to suppress their voices.

Seeing this situation, Guida hurried to Xiluo's side, but Xiluo seemed completely in no need of his help. He flipped upward with a somersault, then angrily picked up his dropped barrel of cluster bombs like a madman, charging toward the direction where the Chameleos had vanished.

Chu Yunfan did not hesitate in the slightest, opening his mouth directly and swallowing the Nine-Sun Soul-Returning Pill.

By now, with his cultivation, he was probably even superior to the Khan of the Golden Tent, who was hailed as the strongest in the world, and was faintly the number one person in the world.

At first glance, this scabbard seemed entirely ordinary, without the slightest ripple of spiritual energy. Yet, having accompanied Wang Fan for so many years, he held it in extremely high regard.

Martial grandmasters of the Postnatal Ninth Layer were already legendary figures to them, let alone a Martial Monarch or God of War.

It turned out that everyone had brought their younger generation disciples along specifically for the final distribution of the treasures. Since they had agreed upon this beforehand, yet were all in the same boat now, it was difficult for them to casually turn hostile.