Chapter 173: In the End, They Still Divorced

Later that very day, the two of them went to begin the divorce proceedings. However, divorcing from a military marriage required a few formalities, though neither of them had any intention of turning back.

Li Qingyun did not learn of it until the following evening.

When Gu Tingzhou returned from work, he said that Chen Jianpeng was getting a divorce.

Both of them felt somewhat guilty. Qiu Shuxia was indeed overbearing and difficult, but one should never tear down a temple or destroy a marriage. The matter had, after all, begun partly because of them.

Li Qingyun prepared some food and asked Gu Tingzhou to take it with him when he went to see Chen Jianpeng, hoping to persuade him not to act rashly.

Just as Bai Xiu had said, the bottom lane had been destined from the start to become Xu Xing’s battlefield. From the instant they entered the lane, Elise and Mirai Shida began probing one another.

Most importantly, Lin Xiangming had originally studied the sword. She knew very well that her swordsmanship was far inferior to Ye Xian’s hidden weapons.

By the time Li Shenxing returned home, it was already half past five in the morning. Not wanting to disturb Xiaoli’s sleep, he did not go upstairs to the bedroom. Instead, he showered in the first-floor bathroom, changed into a pair of loose shorts, then collapsed onto the living-room sofa and soon began snoring into his blanket.

In all the time Jiang Yang had known Yan Ba, this was the first time he had ever seen Yan Ba look so solemn.

Yuchang edged up beside Di Qi, staring wide-eyed at the spiritual liquid being shaken inside the bottle.

After hiding behind Yan Ba for quite some time, Yan Jiu had only just left when Jiang Yang stepped behind Yan Ba and spoke.

The dazzling white beams fired by countless floating cannons intertwined in the air, forming a terrifying web of death. Everything they grazed—whether the rebels’ steel machinery or the rubble and broken stones on the ground—was pierced through with round holes.

“...Then I suppose that depends on how capable you are.” Cong Liyang remained silent for a long while before speaking. His voice no longer sounded as relaxed as before, and several of the notes trembled faintly.

The moment the Mafia’s main base was blown apart, Wawa could no longer restrain her excitement. She threw herself into a hysterical roar.

Despite its terrifying name, Coffin Bread was a famous local specialty of Tainan. The name alone made it seem extraordinary, but in truth it was simply toast hollowed out in the middle, filled with cooked chicken, chicken liver, shrimp, carrots, potatoes, milk, and other ingredients, then eaten hot with one’s hands.

Wei Xian was utterly perplexed. The Divine Guardian Lord of the Supreme Gate had not even shown his face, yet had directly stuffed him with the information on the “Wandering Ultimate Lord.” “Immortality?” Wei Xian’s mouth twitched. He knew better than anyone where he had come from, and therefore knew that he had absolutely nothing to do with the “secret of immortality.”

This information would gradually become available as his level rose and his experiences accumulated. Knowledge was power—no empty saying that—and with this information, Wei Xian would grow stronger and stronger.

Under Xiao Lin’s astonished gaze, Coulson rose to his feet, saluted him, and then dropped to one knee.

“What do you mean?” Sha knew nothing of the ways of commerce. Upon hearing Merchant Lord Shangpan say that the Starshine people could withdraw the wealth of this continent whenever they wished, Sha asked in confusion.

Ying Tianyi said nothing. She simply gazed straight toward the rear. The other four followed her gaze and turned around, only to find Gongsun Luo standing there, as though he had been waiting for them for a long time.

The Yizhongcheng Group belonged to the Aimon family and had established monopolies across numerous fields in Piltover. Bullying merchants and using criminal enterprises to sustain legitimate business were hardly uncommon practices. Since Nemesis considered himself a judge of evil, it was reasonable enough to explain his pursuit as an attempt to “eradicate evil completely.”

Qian Yu did not dislike these things. He liked them very much. He simply felt that they were not enough. One bowl of wonton noodles was nowhere near sufficient. He wanted more—much more. Thus he had spent his entire life pursuing and fighting for everything, just as he was now striding purposefully down the street.

For instance, Wang Yan liked him. He had only learned of it the last time he visited her home. Though he had found out rather late, he still made it perfectly clear to Wang Yan that the person he loved was Wen Qu.