Volume 1, Chapter 117: Old Sheepskin

"Who? Who the hell hit me?"

Ma Jun turned his head in a rage, only to find Zhang Weidong staring at him with a cold face. He was instantly stunned, stammering, "Brother... Brother San? Why did you hit me?"

"You blind fool!"

Some people live their lives in a blaze of glory, always the most dazzling individuals in the crowd. Their faces are etched into the memories of countless others. They arrive in this world unnoticed, but upon their departure, they are remembered by many. Such men, meeting their end at thirty, or before reaching fifty, live lives like a fine, intoxicating wine.

Several boats were wedged together so tightly that there was not a sliver of space between them. They were jammed so firmly that separating them would be no easy task; one would need an axe to pry them apart.

The moment Shen Haoxuan gripped the hilt, a wave of joyful emotion surged from the blade into his mind—a sensation like a long-lost child finally reunited with its mother. Simultaneously, a stream of information flooded his consciousness.

"He was bluffing?" Cherry’s eyes widened. He had been so imposing and full of confidence just moments ago—it was all a bluff? This was the first time she had encountered someone who could remain a hundred times more calm and composed than she was.

Wang Xiao walked along, yet surprisingly few people took notice of him. The reason was simple: it was not that the people inside were so arrogant that they lacked all vigilance, but rather that Wang Xiao’s footsteps were exceptionally light. Furthermore, with the fingerprint recognition system at the entrance, they naturally had no reason to be suspicious.

Zeng Buyi had been an official for many years. Though he was stubborn and upright, he was not truly ignorant of worldly affairs. Naturally, he knew that what Eighth Miss said was not merely to comfort them.

On this early autumn day, the "autumn tiger" heat still raged, yet the night breeze had already turned slightly cool. Gao Jingzong enjoyed a refreshing bath and changed into loose clothing. Having not cut his hair for nearly three months, it had grown over a foot long, and he found himself missing his short hair from before.

It was no joke; although Chen Sinaan was only a mid-stage Saint, he possessed the Laws that only a high-stage Saint could command.

Eighth Miss was well aware of how much her parents doted on her, yet the thought of marriage inevitably made her depressed. Now, having made such a fool of herself, she hadn't had a chance to explain things to her father, but she had to talk it through with her mother. Otherwise, if the old men of the two houses truly finalized the marriage between her and Lu Shiqi, it would be a colossal farce.

The three of them went to Tai Ruixiang together. Unfortunately, Wu Sanniang was not there. While the Lu siblings were busy looking at jewelry, Eighth Miss took the opportunity to tell the shopkeeper, Mistress Lu, about wanting to withdraw money, and asked her to pass a message to Wu Sanniang to come visit when she had time.

"I am Lou Lei, under the command of the Four Joys Royal Court. I have awakened you in the hopes of obtaining the Heaven-Reaching Stone left behind from the ancient era." The leader of the Devil's Hand, named Lou Lei, was a lean demon with a calm exterior.

The man spoke, "I am from the Pluto Mansion, Assassination Division, swordsman, Life-Taker." The surrounding guards, upon hearing this, immediately scrambled away in fear, as if terrified to cross paths with someone from the Pluto Mansion. Ye Feng looked at his opponent; he was at the Great Perfection of the Three-Flower Realm, with half a foot already stepped into the next realm.

"Don't misunderstand my 'go back to where you came from.' I don't mean sending you home, but rather returning you to other units of the Military Academy," Zhao Yunze explained with a smile.

In the future planning map of Heng County, this area was slated to be demolished and leveled to build a spacious plaza.

"En!" Chen Lan was quite fond of this second brother and gave him plenty of respect, lifting the wine goblet on the table and draining it in one gulp.

In her, beauty seemed to be merely a word. By comparison, what was truly more captivating about her was her composure and wisdom.