48 "The Best Sister-in-Law" (Extra Chapter)

One of the main figures in the gossip had injured his backside and needed to see a village doctor, leaving the onlookers with no reason to linger further as they dispersed with a sense of unfulfilled excitement.

"This Lu family's drama is even more entertaining than the one at the educated youth outpost. Just you wait, there will be even livelier spectacles to come."

"That old woman Lu and Yizhou's younger sister are neither of them easy to get along with. What on earth was Yuxian thinking, insisting on marrying into that family? Sigh! Her bitter days are yet to come!"

The village chief's wife was still cracking her pumpkin seeds, her chin slightly upturned as though she were above it all...

Upon hearing Huang Feibo's words, Guo Yuyue said nothing more. After all, as a cultivator, he existed in the eyes of ordinary people like a god; those mortals could not comprehend why a cultivator should be so immensely powerful. Given such a vast disparity in strength, it was only natural that he might encounter things they could not understand—nothing could be more normal.

The other nine invitation cards had also been seized by various individuals, who were now attempting to break through the encirclement, leave the Zhaohuang Terrace immediately, and go into hiding, planning to reappear only after the banquet began in order to minimize unnecessary trouble.

To this day, Gao Yi could no longer remember how this moniker had come about. Originally, he had wanted to name his troops with something that sounded far more imposing—such as historical precedents like Gao Shun's陷阵营 (Camp-Breaker), Cao Cao's Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Qingzhou Infantry, or Chen Dao's White-Eared Troops—names that were all tremendously renowned.

In the ranks of the Chaos True Roll also stood the Non-Killing Sword Saint, another powerhouse at the True Saint realm, alongside veterans like Wang Yi, who possessed strength matching the Chaos True Realm as well.

Although the Stealth Mask was largely ineffective against reconnaissance spells, it possessed the ability to conceal one's identity and mask the external manifestations of a hostile faction. Coupled with the extremely high failure rate when low-level players used reconnaissance spells on high-level ones, it made their identities exceedingly difficult to uncover.

Upon entering the inner hall, Cai Yan personally brought out a cup of Wind-Dew Tea, which was Liu Liu's favorite after drinking, a task the Empress always performed personally without ever delegating to others.

Under the control of Han Xin's telekinesis, the pistol broke free from Peter's grip and abruptly turned to aim straight between Peter's eyebrows.

Saying this, Duan Gui seized Empress He's delicate wrist with a firm grip, the smoothness of her skin against his touch leaving him reluctant to let go.

"Correct! Fellow Daoist Zheng is entirely right. Haha, actually, it is not entirely impossible for everyone to eliminate that dark gold puppet; it is simply that none of us are willing to reveal our trump cards just yet. Fellow Daoists, am I wrong? Haha," Huang Feibo laughed.

Fortunately, there were hardly any vehicles on the road in the dead of night, and even when a stray one appeared, it quickly steered around them, frightened by the ruffian demeanor of Yang Longhu, Wildcat, and the others; otherwise, Ah Mao would have single-handedly caused a massive traffic jam.

Hearing the gunfire all around him, especially upon discovering that communication with Pingchuan had been severed and receiving reports of massive main forces of the Eighth Route Army appearing in the surrounding area, Wang Tieyu was momentarily frozen in place. He snapped to his senses immediately: despite all his meticulous calculations, he had ultimately fallen victim to the stratagem of that cunning adversary right before him.

Wuming wanted to see a trace of surprise or joy in Yi Xuanxuan's eyes, but there was nothing there—only profound tranquility.

When Ding Huo stated that he wanted the Armillary Sphere, Xu Fu froze for a moment, and then seemed to lose his composure slightly, causing the air throughout the entire venue to suddenly grow heavy. For that split second, many ordinary citizens felt unable to breathe.

"..." The entire classroom fell into absolute silence, every student staring intently at Lan Youming. The look of profound shock and sudden realization on their faces made Lan Youming instinctively feel that something was amiss.

Fu Can's eyes narrowed slightly, and the slender withered branch in his hand thrust forward with lightning speed, only to be withdrawn just as fast. Seemingly nothing more than a light twig, his execution of the movement made it look as though he were expending a tremendous amount of effort.

Three hours later, Wuming finally finished practicing Tai Chi and sat down on the bed to meditate with a profound sense of relief.

"Hehehe... Hahaha..." Amidst laughter as crisp as the babbling of spring water, that cluster of white mist abruptly transformed into a scholar in white robes, thirty-six feet tall, standing upon auspicious clouds atop the roof of the temple of Chiyou.

Along this journey, Tang笑 (Tang Xiao) had deliberately concealed his cultivation realm, and since the others had not bothered to probe closely, they had continued to assume he was still at the ninth stage of the Qi-Integration Realm.

"You! How can this be!" Chen Sheng landed on the ground, struggled to push himself up, and stared at Tang Xiao in disbelief.

Previously, while Katō was still around, even if the Japanese non-commissioned officers below engaged in smuggling with the chambers of commerce, they had never dared to be quite so flagrant.

To facilitate a stealthier underground infiltration, Mo Yihan had not piloted the Silver Wing; given the current structure of the subterranean insect tunnels, rashly summoning a mecha here could easily trigger a collapse, burying them all alive.

As a newcomer, Su Yi did not demand exorbitant contract fees or salary packages, provided they were not offensively low.

Under Xiao Ling's "all-out treatment," the damage to Mo Yihan's spiritual body had been largely repaired, and his spiritual power had completely stabilized. His mental power level, which had previously dropped to S-, even showed faint signs of rising back to S—a recovery that would likely become complete once his split spiritual selves reunited.

Lu Xingyang used his rear camera to record the scene for Bai Muchuan to see as he rode the elevator down to the first floor. Reaching the first floor, the elevator doors slid open, and Bai Muchuan caught a glimpse of something amiss in the fleeting reflection on the main glass doors, which miraculously triggered his [Sixth Sense] attribute.

His parents had mentioned certain events from the past; once Lin Bei finished dealing with matters in Dongjiang, he naturally intended to go and investigate.

After reviving, ESTAR headed straight for the bottom lane, while Yi Zheng's Yu Ji ran up to the top lane, successfully completing a lane swap.

Guan Zhu smiled without a word, because his fish had already taken the bait. No one knew that the true target of his attention today was the newly found heir to "Dark Dragon," the foremost faction within the Envoy Corps—an individual currently present right here in the venue.