Chapter 30: What do you think, elder brother, if I were to win the heart of Cousin Shen?

Shen Shuyi blinked, taking a long moment to reply: "To be honest, such cheap protective charms are hardly befitting the noble status of two young masters from a marquis’s estate. If it were me, I’d have tossed them straight into the trash."

How insidious of the young heir Pei; he was actually using such a tactic against her. Was this even a choice she could make? No matter whom she picked, she would inevitably be despised by the other.

Unexpectedly, Pei Beizhou was just as unhinged. He pressed her aggressively, demanding, "Cousin, you must make a choice."

The counselor who had been accompanying us the whole time only dared to ask me what illness my grandmother had after he had seen us safely home.

The Heavenly Punishment Divine Sword carved an arc in the air, pivoted downward, and continued its strike, severing two of its articulated limbs.

I felt as though all my memories aligned, yet Ye Feiqing’s hatred and that photograph made it impossible for me to feel confident.

"How could I ever blame you? You have taken such good care of her in the estate; everyone in the capital speaks of you as the most wonderful great-grandmother." Old Madam Qiu composed her emotions and spoke to the Grand Princess of Jing'an.

Now, however, this "Woodcutter’s Spring" had piqued Chu He’s interest. After reading its description, Boss Chu immediately thought of the "Donghong No. 1."

The "previous matter" referred to a time when, after Chu He had displayed his immense power and forced back a Primordial Spirit master of the Yunhai Sect, his reputation began to rise, and he had received a verbal command brought by a general of the Empire.

According to Lu Wu, this was only a temporary residence for the Grand Princess; her true estate was in the capital. Because the Princess Consort had passed away, she found the sight of familiar objects in her official residence too painful, so she had come to Dongjiang Prefecture to stay for a while—a stay that had already lasted over a decade.

I gasped, my body went limp, and a breath caught in my throat, stuck somewhere between a sigh and a sob, nearly causing me to black out.

Is this the truth of the universe’s evolution? But... for a cultivator, how unfair is this?

"I, I..." Tina turned to her sisters for help, but Pelin remained expressionless, as if she hadn't seen a thing. Christina was busy chewing on a piece of dried fruit, her head lowered, feigning ignorance. As for Amy, she was a bit better, but she only secretly cheered her on—what good was that?

I didn't know if it was the temperature or the fact that it had turned into liquid, but I would have to stay away from such things in the future.

On the horizon, in the sky where thin rays of sunlight pierced through, a dense swarm of black dots suddenly appeared, moving toward us and growing larger by the second.

The two apprentices helped Wu Song to the guest room. Since Wu Song had claimed to be muddled, they couldn't well refuse, so they supported him as he went.

"Do you possess abilities like mine?" Jia Zhengjin took the Cloak of Invisibility from his virtual backpack and draped it over his shoulders, instantly vanishing from everyone's sight.

Yet at that very moment, there was not a trace of fear or terror on Zhu Sha’s face; instead, a mocking smile flickered within her exceptionally bright eyes.

Jia Zhengjin took Tina with him to the Thieves' Guild to call out Adilly, then gathered the lizardman Michaela as well, leading them all to rendezvous with Connie.

Just as she was about to bump into the chair behind her, Ouyang Yi hastily pulled her back, leaving the two of them standing there in an awkward, intimate pose.

Wu Dalang was anxious, but seeing the stern look on Wu Song’s face, he dared not say more. Though the three guests didn't know if what Hun Ge said was true or false, the sight of the gleaming dagger in Wu Song’s hand left them no room to linger; they fled immediately, and Hun Ge went to grab the partition to close the door.

The ghost crow cawed noisily on my shoulder, but I could feel that its gaze was melancholy. It must have been unable to distinguish who was Lin Rulin, or perhaps it was wondering which one was the real Kong Fei.

"That old man! To think he gave everything to Huo Lingfeng! Huo Ting wouldn't care, of course, or he wouldn't have joined the army, but what about me? Is that house enough for me to live on?" At this, Huo Silin spoke with fiery anger, and Zhou Yi'an immediately went over to comfort her.