Chapter 33: Isn't It Better to Escape a Cancerous Marriage?

Yijin Prefecture is what later generations know as Lin'an City; it was the hometown of Qian Liu. Over a year ago, the order to repair the city moat of Yijin Prefecture incited great resentment within the Wuyong Army, which directly led to the Wuyong Army Mutiny.

After a brief rest, Lu Yu spoke with the three of them, claiming that he had encountered a rampaging Xiantian late-stage jackal king beast. After a perilous battle, he had managed to kill it, though he himself had sustained some injuries in the process.

"No!" I cried out in despair and fell to my knees. Even though I suspected it might be a lie, I could not accept this reality, and two trails of bloody tears rolled down my cheeks.

Naturally, all the discussion was directed at Wang Chen, with people asking if he was tired of living or if he was simply an idiot. Wang Chen heard every word, but he chose not to lower himself to their level.

The tunnel was dark, lonely, and silent; the bottom was out of sight, and the air was still. Anping moved with a light, floating gait, following the path downward. As he turned a corner, a stone door stood tightly shut. He held his breath and pressed his ear against it, but he could not hear a single human sound, which made him anxious.

However, the martial world’s most powerful figures were not limited to the Xiantian sixth stage. One must show off when it is time to show off, and remain low-key to avoid offending others when it is time to be low-key.

The Queen Bee's body became a blur. In less than a second, she had crushed the skulls of every crawling beast in the cavern, including that monster whose muscles had mutated into a pure purple hue; she had dealt with them all with ease.

Relying on the great merit he had earned while helping Li Bian—also known as Xu Zhigao—usurp the throne, he would constantly bring up his past contributions. If Li Bian’s rewards for him were even slightly lacking, he would become enraged and retreat to his home to grumble.

Yet now, Yan Zhen was truly no longer at the seventh, eighth, or ninth level of the Qi Refining stage; he had reached the Foundation Establishment realm, which was far more powerful than any of those levels.

Seeing that he did not respond, Zhu Zetian swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly, and he turned back to look ahead through his binoculars.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me; this subject is willing to go." Chu Zhaonan knew that no matter how unwilling he was, once Qing Ruifan gave an order, he would have to go regardless. Perhaps it was a good opportunity to see exactly what was going on with An Yan.

"My two virtuous brothers, do not listen to the nonsense of that black-faced monster. If this river is truly the River of Forgetfulness, then where is the Naihe Bridge? Where is Meng Po’s soup? Moreover, look around you; it is broad daylight under a clear sky—where is there even a hint of the Underworld?!" Although Wukong spoke with feigned ease, his heart was fluttering with uncertainty.

He understood the logic in what Li Ziyun said. However, his past experiences had taught Li Ziyun a very important lesson: one can only face the battles that might arrive at any moment if one is fully prepared. When facing superior Japanese and puppet forces, one should never harbor any delusions of luck.

After seeing them off, Li Tianyou hoped that once he had clarified the cause of Master Lieyang’s death to the Sword-Wielding Elder, he could personally make a trip to Tianya City. Things in Tianya City did not seem so simple. If he happened to encounter that Night Moon Sect messenger who carried three swords, Li Tianyou would show no mercy.

Li Tianyou had already drawn his Heavy Sword of Floating Dust. Every swing of the blade carried the momentum of a mountain, making it impossible for the Black Clan cultivators to resist.

Sikong Lanyue and Fu Can exchanged a glance, both feeling lost. They knew very little about such figures from the older generation.

But Lan Youming was now staring at the blackboard in front of him like an idiot, his face completely vacant; he was like nothing more than a puppet or a doll.

"Yes!" Fu Can said decisively. He had to save Gu Qing, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

Li Tianyou’s sword energy lashed out continuously, forcing Elder Ming to dodge incessantly until, eventually, his composure shattered.

Given Chen Tieshan’s current appetite, he truly could not be full without four or five bowls of rice, and surely he couldn't get takeout without ordering dishes? Carrying those soups and stews all the way back, even for a warrior with plenty of strength, felt a bit awkward to hold.

"Bring it on then. You think I can’t do it?" Ming Lou glared at Chen Shu. With a flick of his wrist, several paper talismans appeared between his fingertips. I looked closely and my mouth twitched; he wasn't using paper talismans, but silk ones. Just how rich must this person be?

Therefore, Nalan Junshi bringing up the matter of Lü Qingyan was clearly hitting Lü Qiancheng’s weak point. It left Lü Qiancheng feeling as if he had punched a pile of cotton—not only did he fail to land any substantial blow, but he had even sprained his own hand, which was, to say the least, a very frustrating affair.

Only then did Lü Qiancheng notice that, at some point, a makeshift fortification had appeared at the camp entrance, and a dozen soldiers were frantically attacking the other side.

"How are you dealing with the bodies and the other infected ones outside?" Zhuge Xun took off her gloves and pressed down on the mummified corpse upon the autopsy table.

However, after hearing his words, I felt a headache coming on. Could this old man ever be normal? What kind of nonsense was he spouting?

Zhuge Xun pushed open the wooden door leading to the front and entered the gift shop, but it was empty. All the goods that had been displayed on the shelves were gone, and the entire shop was lit only by two candles that had flared up when she walked in.