Volume One, Chapter 22: Yun Xueyan’s Bold Decision

Inside the construction site.

Led by Lu Pengcheng, Yun Xueyan and Chu Ming saw the striking workers and the halted machinery. The workers gathered in groups, chatting idly, some absorbed in their phones, others playing poker together.

Aside from the space packed with young materials and complete spiritual bodies, she had brought nothing with her this time—not a single spiritual contractor. Shen Yan, one of the accompanying guests, soon left for the Huang family to help arrange the luncheon after a brief conversation. Dongmei, due to an accident, found herself pregnant again and had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy.

From within the castle, a dazzling pillar of light shot upward, slamming into the helicopter hovering in the night sky. With a thunderous explosion, the helicopter plunged headlong into the desert beyond the castle walls.

The bristle-pig scavenged some crumbs she had just dropped, swiftly gulped them down, and escaped in the other direction.

The Huang family was naturally the maternal home of the Huangs, the Wu family belonged to the old madam’s side, the Liu family was the household of Grand-Aunt Shen Miyin’s husband, while the Fengs and Zhengs were in-laws to the Huangs and Wus respectively.

“So, may I ask what our elder brother has specially invited us to witness tonight?” Jiang Shu paused slightly, smiling as she asked.

It seemed the valley was not dangerous after all; this put my mind at ease. I returned to camp with the Black Qilin. Alimisha was still fast asleep, Yanli was wide awake, checking over their weapons.

However, if Xiao Huai had truly washed his hands of the matter, the Han family likely had no reason to invite her so ceremoniously any longer.

Only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand how unsettling it is to be called a homewrecker—especially when the man you are accused of seducing is not even the one you love.

Of course, to truly condense the true essence within the body into tangible form, a solid foundation is required; primarily, one must have absorbed a vast amount of heaven and earth energy by the later stages of the Skywalking Realm.

“Don’t bother scheming, there’s no way out! This is what it means to ignore the road to heaven and barge through hell’s gates! You’re courting death—no one else to blame! Didn’t you want to avenge Qian Wu? Go keep him company! Today next year will be your death anniversary!” Yuan Lei threatened, pretending to pull the trigger.

“If you hadn’t mentioned Yuan Lei was your nephew, it might have been better!” Liang Hui had been holding these words back for a long time.

Feng dragged Ya over, finding her both adorable and marveling at how slender her arms were.

After checking the face, he quickly covered it with the white cloth again, hurriedly poked his head back out from under the bed, and took deep breaths of fresh air.

Only now did Jiang Bai grasp the course of events—he enjoyed this juicy drama for an entire hour, thoroughly entertained.

Zhu Ying, on the verge of death, was suddenly rescued by Li Jian. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and Li Jian’s image grew heroic in her eyes.

Everything happened in a flash. Yuan Lei was shocked to see the dagger flying at his face and instinctively dodged to the side.

Qin De was startled; regardless of whether it would help, he fired his Vulcan machine gun, but just as he squeezed the trigger, the orc was upon him.

The Qin family’s ancestor respectfully handed the storage ring to Han Feng. Though he felt the loss keenly, if it would secure the family's safety, it was worth it.

Though Ouyang Tang, the star, was impatient with the flattery of those around him, he secretly enjoyed such treatment—or rather, he had grown accustomed to it.

The Blood-Eyed Ancient Demon said, “Years ago, the Great Emperor showed us kindness; what we do now is little enough in return.”

As these words were spoken, no one’s pace faltered. Who knew if Su Shan, leading the way ahead, heard them; in any case, he did not turn back.