Volume 1, Chapter 33: Are Women Inferior to Men?

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Cheng Feifan was truly at a loss for words regarding this friend of hers. Thus, she did not bother to conceal anything and spoke frankly.

The entire prison was enveloped in silence, broken only by the steady drip of water droplets. In this endless darkness, the sound of those drops was the sole proof they were still alive.

Tang Yun narrowed her eyes. Could there really be people with golden hair in this world? Whether from Northern Qi, Southern Yue, or Eastern Lan, the skin tones and hair colors seemed largely indistinguishable.

“That was merely a test to see if you had regained your cultivation. You cannot escape,” Wushuang said softly.

“There’s no other choice but to give it my all, aiming to eliminate Ye Feng and Yang Lang with this attack!” Inside the Open Sky Beast battle armor, Dongfang Dongdong replied.

“Aunt Tong,” Hongdou naturally understood An Yutong’s meaning, but to say it so bluntly was rather embarrassing.

Yet today, upon learning she too had a father, she had lost her mother forever. The so-called madam had mercilessly decreed her fate—a mere dog in the prime minister’s mansion, a despised servant lower than even the lowest maid.

Qianye acknowledged with a nod, instantly realizing that Lu Tianjun’s words were of utmost importance. She focused silently, listening carefully to every word.

When Cheng Feifan stepped out of the room, Yu Na took the opportunity to flash a victorious gesture at Tang Ning’an, expressing her admiration. In the company, President Cheng was untouchable, but here she could only helplessly endure Cheng Feifan’s torment.

“Haha, I’m only doing this for my sister’s sake; why is she criticizing me instead?” Nangong Yuhuan said playfully.

Without further ado, she stood and walked toward the bar’s exit, tossing some bills casually onto the counter as she left.

Before reaching the bedroom, she heard hysterical cries—truly hysterical, for the child was wailing desperately.

Just as Rod was about to return to rest, his phone vibrated—a new email had arrived.

Sigh, if only she could marry Yinguang, it would be a win-win. But Yinguang’s status was inadequate, despite his sufficient ability.

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“I understand. I’ll tell him; he’ll understand.” In truth, when she called Zhong Yuchen that night, though he was displeased about their pretending to be a couple, he reluctantly agreed out of respect for her work.

Lin Ruiting stepped out from the rear car door, reaching out to gently take Mo Ziyu’s hand and help her out of the car.

Han Bing slowly opened his eyes. As he moved, his white hair atop his head and his robe relaxed. His gaze quietly fixed on his right hand—the one freshly taken from the forehead of the Dual Realm Walker—still dripping with blood.

“Ah, our remote support operation was perfectly executed. I’m going down to personally congratulate them,” Xue Haiwei said as he headed toward the escalator.

They had depended too heavily on Han Yang, so when they lost him, they suddenly collapsed.

Many people got out of the car and rushed into several nearby residential houses close to the black clinic. After a chaotic search, they found a handheld device.

Mianmian found it rather amusing. Just as she opened a singer’s video, Cui Yu returned.

“Currently, due to the severe shortage of sect land,” Xiao Lie said what was plainly nonsense but was inwardly anxious.

Lei Ying was fortunate to be respected for his unmatched prestige, but Shui Ying had a tough time after returning to the village.

In the end, one of the monster’s eyes was pierced, and Luo Yi was knocked down the hillside, his fate uncertain.

The subordinates reported the casualties. Their current abilities were insufficient to stop this foe; only the arrival of those guarding the border with strong powers could provide effective resistance.

At this moment, Xin Ya, who possessed immense spiritual chakra, recovered quickly. Regaining consciousness, he recalled how easily he had been subdued and was furious, ready to rampage.

The ancient tree demon shook its head mercilessly. If it had eyes, it certainly would have shown disappointment.

It must be said, men had greater stamina. After running so long, unlike Xiao Qingran, whose legs ached and weakened, Lu Jihan showed no signs of fatigue and remained spirited.

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With a “pop,” the gas lamp flame flickered twice before abruptly extinguishing.

This oppressive sensation seemed familiar—it had been felt three days ago but was not as intense as now.

The man took a pill, staring at Yu Miaomiao for a long while before finally speaking.

With such charisma and influence, if Master Lin Convenience Noodles didn’t choose him as their spokesperson, Yang Fanfeng would surely think they were fools.

When Wang Lefu learned that Wang Shu was in the capital city, not only forced to eat dirt by a brigadier general but also imprisoned in the investigation bureau, he was utterly furious.

Hong Meng’s spear trembled. As it neared Wu Fan’s spear, Wu Fan noticed his Tyrant Spear fracturing inch by inch. Hong Meng shook his head: “Brother Wu, your cultivation is so scattered. Aren’t you afraid of losing focus? Do you not have a single technique mastered? I advise you to specialize in what you do best.” Hong Meng said.

At the prophet’s stern command, the force of fate vanished instantly, racing toward Pro City. In the blink of an eye, guided by an unseen hand, the force of fate appeared in the courtyard where Luo Yi lived.

Because, as Ning Fengzhi had said, Ning Rongrong would marry eventually. Whomever it was, any direct descendant of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect must marry a powerful battle soul master.

Yu Yan was a complete fool. If she took things too seriously, it could literally drive her to death from anger.

Wu Fan had been able to spend brief and beautiful moments with Luo Shidu, allowing the Spirit of Joy and Spirit of Happiness to be perfectly honed.

This plaque measured over five feet long and about two feet wide, painted entirely in vermilion lacquer. The front bore three golden characters: “Hall of Merit and Virtue.”

The phoenix coronets and embroidered robes of the Immortal-Demon Continent were not the traditional ancient-style bridal attire, tightly wrapped and covered entirely in red veils.