Chapter 42: Driving Her Out of the Marquis Residence!

Shen Shuyi was about to board the carriage when Pei Dongzhou called after her, “Cousin, don’t you want to look around a little more? Perhaps there’s someone better, someone who suits your taste more.”

Is marriage really such a trivial matter? Simply picking someone at random and settling down?

Raising her eyes, Shen Shuyi saw Ling Zong and Madam Wang standing a short distance away, watching her.

She smiled faintly. “No need to look any further.”

First, she wasn’t exceptional enough to leisurely sift through suitors; second, Ling Zong had shown sincerity, and she couldn’t ignore that.

At that moment, Luo Hou arrived, and upon seeing the suddenly appearing fat man, who had just snatched his precious item, Luo Hou’s anger boiled over. He fiercely thrust a spear towards the fat man, snarling, “Die, you detestable fat man! It’s you again—just die!”

Dalik crawled out from the radiating cracks in the ground, shaking his dizzy head and giving Arthur a thumbs-up.

The next instant, the area where Hani stood erupted into towering flames, engulfing both figures in the blink of an eye.

You say you’ve sat here in solitude for over twenty years, contemplating how to suppress the will of Heaven’s Way. In those twenty years, you could have accomplished so much, yet you’ve done nothing but sit idly. And still, you have the nerve to speak with such self-righteous sorrow and compassion?

Boundless storm clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun and moon with an overwhelming terror. A destructive aura swept away much of the surrounding black mist. The blood-red moon transformed into a terrifying blue-purple orb crackling with lightning, eclipsing even the dark moon formation below, which now seemed mere decoration.

Wang Xuan showed no mercy, intensifying his absorption of energy. He then transformed the gathered power into the purest essence within his body. Feeling his energy rapidly restore, a bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Has Jieli made any moves these past two days? He wouldn’t just sit on Iron Mountain and wait for death, would he?” asked Fang Xuanling.

Ling Yun sat beside him, calm as still water, silently keeping him company. He understood how deeply Zhao Ziyue’s mood had sunk following Li Youlan’s sudden departure.

Seeming to sense his father’s confusion, Wangyue Ruoxiang quickly smiled and shook her head. Yes, it sounded like a fairy tale, but it was the truth. That scoundrel was truly no match for her. Moreover, in Wangyue Ruoxiang’s heart, she had no desire to be anyone’s rival.

As Li Mu’s words fell, the young warriors of the Battle Saint Clan moved like wind and lightning, quickly distancing themselves from the bone well. Their faces were grave as they gazed at the ancient well spewing out a cyan glow. For a long moment, no one spoke.

“The soldier in charge has been escorted outside the tent, my lord. Please issue your orders,” Tai Shici bowed respectfully.

She knew the children here all harbored some insecurities, and among them, Qin Huai was the most self-conscious and the one who tried hardest to conceal it.

“This is the end. With Senior Brother injured like this, the president will surely rage… The bastards of Lingkong City… Just wait!” Watching Xiao Yan and the others depart, the young man growled lowly before struggling to rise and leave.

“No problem!” Ye Zang strode over to where the Third Generation lay, hoisted him up, and unleashed a fierce beating, astonishing all the nearby ninjas who were so frightened they forgot to block his path.

That morning, there was a board meeting primarily to review the company’s recent profits and to update the directors on Yin Shixiu’s situation.

“All right, it has to pass anyway. So next, everyone line up one by one!” Withdrawing his gaze, Old Kong turned and addressed the others.

“We were even preparing such a grand formation—haha, looks like it won’t be needed after all,” Wang Mazi added with relief.

“Village chief, what’s wrong?” Those who had just been beating Er Gouzi now turned to see the village chief’s unsteady steps and his dropped cane. Perhaps they feared his illness had worsened. Ye Zang also noticed how much this village chief meant to the villagers’ hearts.