Chapter 136: Bring Out the Family Law

The reception hall of the Wen residence descended into chaos.

The maids and servants outside heard the commotion and began peering inside. They dared not stare openly, so they could only strain their ears and crane their necks.

How could Third Miss’s return home have caused such an uproar? It sounded as though a fight had broken out inside.

“Why are you all blaming me?” Wen Yueche was young and hot-blooded, yet she had lived in the shadows for so long that she was already deeply repressed. Even so, she continued provoking them without pause.

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After turning the corner, she swiftly pushed open the door of a room and hid behind it, waiting for the approaching figure.

His thin lips curled faintly, carrying the hint of a smile. The champagne-moistened lips seemed to exude a delicate fragrance, their lustrous sheen glimmering beneath the light—so beautiful they were almost delectable.

The moment Mu Yan heard Gu Chen’s angry curses, her heart leapt in alarm. A profound unease seized her, and she hurriedly tugged at his sleeve, utterly terrified.

Unbeknownst to them, while Gu Chen and Jun Hui were conversing, the great lake that had remained tranquil all along was changing silently.

Yuan Hui smiled faintly. “Uncle-Master Yun Chi possesses a clear and penetrating mind; he understands everything at once. He is also fated to have ties with our Buddhist school.”

Yuan Hui was not wrong. That day on Great Python Mountain, Yun Chi had abandoned the spiritual artifacts scattered across the mountain. His enlightenment was no different from that of the Silver-Armed King and Hidden Cloud Temple.

She was pregnant, physically frail, and had secretly come to inform them. The mere sight of her appearing outside Xuan Hall in the dead of night had already stirred Lin Nuannuan’s compassion. If Qiukui had not happened to see her, would Green Radish not have wandered outside for the entire night?

“Then how exactly do you want me to work with you in the future?” Ji Nuanxin asked Xiao Zhe.

At the same time, Nangong Yu, who had been kicked to the ground by Zhang Mengxi not far away, had witnessed every trick Jiang Chengce had just played. He grew even more irritable, and a malicious thought began to take root in his heart.

With a sharp hiss, the marsh churned violently, and a silver serpent several yards long and as thick as a barrel burst from the mire. Perhaps sensing that outsiders had intruded upon its territory, the serpent’s eyes gleamed with cold light as its silvery-white head looked down imperiously upon the three of them.

Gu Qianxi noticed three men at Table Two behind Zhou Gang. They looked vaguely familiar, but she could not identify them. Still, this was enough to confirm that Zhou Gang had indeed not come there for her.

“Could you two stop flaunting your affection for each other? Could you spare a thought for this miserable single woman?” Wei Changli could bear it no longer. The two of them were simply too sickeningly sweet.

Yet whether it was rare natural treasures or subsistence relief, everything required money. He had less than five coins to his name, so for now he could only take things one step at a time. But he absolutely could not give up cultivating.

There was very little of the black-gray vapor. It was nearly transparent, mingling with the blood aura; unless one looked carefully, it was impossible to notice.

Although I did not know whether he was using this call to test whether I had any further methods up my sleeve, I had to keep up the act so that he would remain uncertain.

Zhang Wei was persuaded. He had just taken two steps when he found his hands and feet oddly sluggish. For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous.

He had followed the guard unit the entire way and learned quite a bit about the Martial Arts Grand Banquet from the other guards. Since their route would take them past the Black Nether Kingdom anyway, he decided to stay there for a few days and see whether its Martial Arts Grand Banquet was truly as entertaining as people claimed.

It had to be said that Duan Ranxue was dressed in immaculate white, utterly spotless. Radiance descended from the mark between his brows, illuminating his sharp and handsome features until he resembled a young deity.

There was a boundary line around this restricted zone. Every morning, the village chief came to inspect it and mark out the area for that day.

After putting away the registration forms, Sun Haochi pulled Situ Ling’er out of the Escort Association. As they passed the largest tavern in town, Situ Ling’er’s stomach suddenly began to growl.

Mo Ranchen did not deny it. At the time, she had given him only her name and had not revealed her identity, while he had deliberately concealed his own from her. Neither of them had expected to meet again after parting—yet when they did, she had become his new bride.