Chapter 73: The Betrothal Gift

The man and his wife’s expressions darkened.

They had traveled from afar, brought the betrothal gifts, and were waiting to fetch the bride ten days later. Who could have expected that, while dining at the restaurant today, they would overhear countless rumors? Most notably, they learned that the second daughter of the marquis’s household, whom his father wished to marry, was entirely unwilling—so much so that it nearly ended in tragedy.

Anxious and furious, fearing something might go wrong, they also heard that the Marquis of Ruyang’s household was about to form an alliance with Prince An, making them even more hesitant to offend. Thus, the couple hurried over to make things clear.

Fan Chen was momentarily stunned. He naturally understood what they were referring to, yet didn’t know how to respond. He merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment before turning to walk out of the room.

With the chant of a Buddhist mantra, a surge of invisible force materialized, instantly pushing away the long sword of the black-clad middle-aged man.

"How could someone from the Cross Division reveal themselves so openly?" Coming back to himself, Sword Ends the World still found it hard to believe as he stared at Lin Xuan.

Meanwhile, it was Zhong Qi’s first time in the Dharma Realm. Unleashing the full might of his divine form, he now stood a thousand feet tall, radiating boundless power, with an array of celestial phenomena swirling around him.

Loki would never give up; the true inheritor of Asgard was none other than the wielder of this hammer.

Soaring out of the house, bathed in moonlight, the primordial spirit seemed draped in celestial robes. Bathed in this silvery glow, the spirit felt a refreshing coolness throughout its being.

Wen Yanqing did not permit any discussion, his tone uncharacteristically firm. Lin Gangtang trusted him and did exactly as he said.

Thus, what should have been a proper tribulation crossing was forcibly turned into a social gathering by these immortals who defied the heavenly laws—a means to visit old friends and fulfill personal wishes.

Aside from the merchants, there were farmers and city dwellers. Zhang Mo watched with great interest for a while before finally setting down the list.

After all, the revival of spiritual energy was still recent, and his inner cultivation shallow. Repeated defeats at the hands of mortals left him frustrated and impatient for success. The heavy metal poison now flared up, becoming more than he could withstand.

Jiu Ran stared at the armored corpse in terror; the chill from its hand left her numb with cold. Only when the corpse released her did she clutch her neck, gasping for air.

“If only things could always be like this,” she thought. To savor this moment of tranquility with the one she loved, Wanqi Liang closed her eyes, suddenly wishing time would freeze right here, never to awaken—then she would surely be the happiest person in the world.

She glanced at the IOU lying on the coffee table. One, two, three… six zeros—five million?! Damn, was this daylight robbery?

“I don’t care; I’ve done everything I was supposed to. Don’t think about blackmailing me,” Ding Changsheng complained.

Just then, a flash of white light streaked by—it was the cunning dark lion, having noticed slack defense on Fifth Elder’s side, seizing the chance to hurl a beam of light in their direction.

“Is that so? Hu Jiajia, come out here! If you don’t, you’re going to take the blame,” Ding Changsheng called out with a grin, tucking his bag under his arm and shouting so suddenly that he startled Chen Bingtai and Chen Qinglong. But it was precisely this shout that startled all the office staff working from home in the development zone.

Huangfu Yueli’s unyielding attitude greatly infuriated Huangfu Zhuotian, yet he had nowhere to vent his anger. If not for the current shortage of capable people, and despite his son’s disrespect, Huangfu Zhuotian would have demoted him to commoner on the spot. Were it not for their many years of father and son, he certainly would have done so.

In a stone chamber somewhere in Wuhu Ravine, Leng Ting lounged in white inner robes. His long, dark hair was still a bit tousled, faint pink marks showed on his fair neck, and he blinked, yawning, fatigue lingering on his handsome face. His robe hung loosely from his shoulders, giving him an unusual air of casual elegance.

His grandfather had already made it clear that he intended to nurture his cousin, Su Yuwu, so how could he ever be given another chance?

“Let you pass? Certainly!” Shi Poyun replied with a cheerful grin, lightly waving his folding fan, and said with great seriousness, “But first, where are the hundred thousand gold coins?” He stretched out his hand in a gesture of asking for payment.

“You’re being completely unreasonable!” Gongsun Ziyu’s gaze grew colder still, his tone carrying a distinct threat.