Chapter 46: Unable to Swallow This Humiliation

“I won’t speak with you. Let the village chief talk to me.” At that moment, Father Gu appeared as if on cue, casting a deep glance at Wenli Gu. His expression was unreadable as he spoke, “Since the child says it wasn’t intentional, let’s leave it at that this time. But if it happens again, I, Wenbo Gu, am not one to be trifled with. Have the child apologize, and we’ll let this matter rest.”

They were peers, rivals all their lives. Wenli Gu had always been a step behind him, and his son too was no match for Tingzhou Gu. Among the grandchildren, the outcome was still undecided; yet, who would have thought that the one who hunted eagles would end up with his eyes pecked out by one? The mere thought that the most terrifying sect in the cultivation world had set its sights on them left everyone with a heavy weight upon their hearts, as if the very air had grown dense and oppressive.

It was as if she felt some dreadful presence watching her, evoking instinctive terror, a primal urge to flee. By now, Prajna had regained some strength and stood up, still bewildered—how had the Sixth Patriarch appeared? It was simply unbelievable.

This move was the sword soul’s ultimate technique, the pinnacle of the Ghost Swordsman’s art, as the name itself made clear. Both its visual spectacle and its momentum were utterly impeccable. Even under the crushing force of the gravity domain, July’s sword strike was terrifyingly powerful.

Kagura was on the verge of exploding with rage, yet she summoned a shikigami in the shape of a wooden bed and lay down upon it. “Sister Yue, you’re back! Did you see Golden Phoenix? How did it go?” As soon as Sister Li Yue returned, those in the east wing hurried to surround her with questions.

Under Yang Aotian’s command, the First Legion had always been synonymous with elite forces, so Yuan Xiao’s standards were especially high. After standing at attention all night, everyone was already exhausted, yet now they were required to lift such heavy stone locks—it was sheer torment.

Liang Xin was startled by Poxu’s words. The old man was deeply versed in astrology and divination, so much so that Liang Xin suspected with a little more information, he could deduce that both she and Yang Aotian were from the future.

Nevertheless, Ji Chen still showed no intention of letting them pass. On the contrary, he signaled the surrounding guards to close in, determined to block Su Yuan and the others.

“What? That’s all the land we get, and only a hundred taels? That’s far too unfair!” Lady Zheng Si was so furious her vision swam with gold stars. Their family had over thirty acres of paddy fields, more than sixty of dry land, and nearly two hundred acres of hillside—yet in the end, they were allotted so little, as if being tossed scraps like beggars.

The man’s steps faltered. Shen Zhiyu looked into his eyes, her smile slow and deliberate. He thought he could request an audience with His Majesty to declare his unwavering resolve to seek the true scripture—perhaps he might touch the Emperor’s heart and be granted permission to journey west.

Hearing the other’s words, Kleggen once again considered running away, suspecting the man was still mad, only better at hiding it.

“Why don’t those monsters live here, when the water is so clear?” Shaun asked warily, sending the stone-blind barbarian ahead to scout the way.

Before Wang Yu could reply, Jiang Min stepped forward, took Zhao Yahui by the hand, and led her outside. Passing Li Pengfei in the hall, she gave him a reassuring look, then took Zhao Yahui up to a room on the second floor.

After making a phone call and giving a brief instruction, Meng Fan hung up and picked up the glass of red wine on the table, taking a long, deep drink.

But at that time, almost all their orders came from America. If she and her brother’s factory couldn’t control sales in the US, not only would they be at the mercy of others, but all the profits would be taken by the big American distributors.

She believed that after studying under Sky Curtain a while longer, she could fully master the use of pinyin.

“My sister has said that many times, but not once has she kept her word,” the man said in a low, brooding tone.

While answering the caller, she stood up and her bag fell to the floor, spilling its contents.

In the end, what she feared most came to pass. Although she had immediately called for help, her efforts were nothing compared to the phone call the Jiang family’s princess made to the head of the legal system. After her own attempts proved futile, she quietly followed the ambulance to the hospital, avoiding Jiang Tianxing and heading directly to the intensive care ward.