Volume 1, Chapter 32: They Are the Only Real Family of Three

The servant heard this and couldn't help but feel that the words didn't sound quite right. However, as a mere servant, it was not her place to speak.

Fu Yanzhou, however, failed to catch the hidden meaning in Song Jinhe’s words. He simply replied, "She has always been attentive toward Jinxing. Over these years, it is thanks to her care that Jinxing has grown up so well."

Song Jinhe’s expression stiffened for a moment before she said, "That is true, and I am very grateful to her! It is just that I, as a mother, have failed to fulfill my responsibilities all these years. Yanzhou, now that I have returned to the country, I wish to live with Jinxing in the future to make up for the regrets we’ve had as mother and daughter. Would that be alright?"

Fu Yanzhou glanced at the woman beside him. He...

"I’m just saying, is this really that much? It seems like those other people have second, third, and fourth mistresses..." Of course, Chen Yufan kept these thoughts to himself.

Many did not believe it, but more did. First, Zhou Tian was known to be ruthless and vicious, harboring deep hatred for the Fengshen Academy. Second, since he had made such a declaration in public, if he did not kill Qin Xue, would he not be going back on his word and slapping his own face?

Qingmu was overjoyed. He had tried to communicate with plants many times, but every attempt had ended in failure. Communicating with plants was far more difficult than with animals. To finally succeed this time—this was a first—made Qingmu feel a sense of profound novelty.

To prevent the man from escaping, Zhao Jie specifically used a combination of a precision shot and a floating bullet. The arrow struck true, and the man in black felt as if he had lost all sense of gravity, hovering in place.

"Normally, the three of us—my sister and I—only use one immortal crystal a month. And you? You spent so much just on some snacks?" Shuangshuang looked at Yu with a stern, reprimanding gaze.

Although he did not know who was inside, Bao Feiyang held the mindset that since he was already here, he might as well remain calm, so he did not feel overly worried. He took a deep breath to steady his emotions before stepping into the room with a measured gait. Behind him, the door gently closed as he entered.

Zhao Jie’s eyes had not yet adjusted to the pitch-black darkness. He tried to push himself up with his hands, only to discover that his left hand felt as if it had vanished, completely devoid of sensation. His body felt as though it were being pinned down by something, and his head, in particular, felt wrapped in fabric, filled with a suffocating sense of pressure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Feng surged forward, his right fist tightly clenched, meeting Zhan Longshou’s strike with a violent punch of his own.

"So, you are the ones who plundered my brothers?" Kyle remained imposing, looking every bit the valiant warrior.

"Yes, everything is fine." Fearing he might worry, Ling Fei added those few words.

Ding Jiuxi, having finally seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, naturally greased his feet and slipped away. As he passed Mo Yuanxiang, he intentionally coughed and gave her a wink.

For the sake of safety, Zheng Haoxuan asked her to go outside first; after all, the drunkard in the room was not someone to be trifled with.

The two laughed and teased for a long time before ending the topic. However, when it came time to retire, Sheng Mingzhu began to fret over her attire for the day of the banquet. Indecisive, she sat before the vanity in her nightclothes, taking out the jade hairpins and tassels originally bestowed upon her by Xuan Yuanchi, examining them carefully.

Hearing Gu Fei’s words, Tang Haiwei immediately became guarded, even placing his right hand in his pants pocket, clearly intending to pull out a weapon and fight to the death.

Fang Hua said this in order to stall for time. The palace guards would surely know if something happened to the Emperor, and once they arrived, the two of them would be saved.

At this moment, Zeng Bingbing laughed. "So you never supported this marriage either? Then why act as if you were in full agreement from the very beginning? The Oscars should give you the Best Actor award; everyone was fooled by you, both at the start and after you learned you couldn't conceive."

"Leave. You aren't needed here." Holding Ling Fei, he made a move to head toward the open ground ahead. Although the ground was filthy, the only thing he could do now was to lay her body flat.

In an instant, Sheng Mingzhu recalled the scene where she had been schemed against at the Li family banquet, and she immediately understood the motive. Today’s actions were clearly an attempt to win over the Sheng family. Whether it was Su Qingwan, who had already entered the palace to serve Xuan Yuanchi, or herself, who would soon follow, both were rivals to Consort Qi, as the two families were evenly matched.

As this breath was exhaled, the old patriarch’s frame bent lower, his body seemingly crushed by the weight of a ten-thousand-pound mountain. The release of that bit of spiritual energy had left his body utterly drained, bringing him one step closer to death.

However, this action of his genuinely astonished Long Hua, causing him to look at his son in a new light once again.

However, Carlisle was not senile. The reason he substituted Yi Yang at such a promising moment was entirely to secure a greater advantage.

Then, as always, the "Riot Papa" who created all these heroes couldn't stand it anymore. "You think you're hot stuff? First the Kha'Zix, and now you want to burrow underground?"

"Thank you, Patriarch. I will return when I have the chance." Xue Shaoyan's words moved Jiang Dong deeply. A warmth spread through his heart, and he almost revealed the secret of the Yimu liquid, but fortunately, he managed to restrain himself.

When this "mysterious figure" walked to the center of the field, he suddenly lifted his head, tossed aside his baseball cap, and raised both arms high.

Gu Ling'er secretly glanced in Long Linfei’s direction. Unfortunately, his gaze was also fixed on her. Their eyes met, and Gu Ling'er, feeling somewhat awkward, immediately looked away and lowered her head.

Seeing Gu Ling'er’s expression of extreme anger and helplessness, a triumphant smile suddenly appeared on Long Linfei’s face as he pulled the plate back between himself and Chen'er once more.

"Excellent! This secret technique is mine! Hahaha..." Qi Ganglie was ecstatic. This treasure was worth more than a thousand worldly riches. How fortunate that he had come alone; he was going to make a fortune this time.

Just as the atmosphere turned awkward, a massive monster, looking like an entire city, appeared above the crowd.

"You... is your Ice Sect perhaps overstepping its bounds?" Elder Liu Hong’s expression grew increasingly dark.

Ren Yunchang, standing to the side, was drenched in a cold sweat. His face flushed bright red, and he hurriedly tried to explain to them.

"Greetings to the three Human True Emperors. As fellow practitioners at the Great Perfection of the Imperial Realm, your strength is formidable, and we offer our respect." Facing equals, the four Ancestral Emperors—Sun Wukong, Houyi, Kuafu, and Xingtian—stood up in unison and bowed in return.

Looking at Xue Hao’s bewildered expression, the Old Man Qing seemed to have expected this all along. "Sigh, the world has changed," he lamented.