Chapter 59: Divorce, I Want a Divorce!

When Zhang Wuyue and Dongfang Wanyu returned to the plane, Baili Qiansi and the others had not yet come back.

Although the Divine Iron was extraordinary, Master Lin was no longer the man he used to be. With thirty points in his blood attribute and twenty in his bone attribute, his efficiency in smelting had become remarkably high.

Every time Zhang Wuyue met Luo Miyue, he felt a sense of déjà vu; this time was no exception.

Lin Qianren couldn’t help but sigh at the variety of tricks his opponent possessed. If they were to join a talent show, just this skill alone would likely prompt the judges to light up their boards for them.

Not long ago, Bai Nuli opened a renovation company and took jobs himself. His wife, Jian Xia, assisted him.

Sword light swept across. The tremendous shockwave radiated outward from Lin Guodong as its center, dispersing in all directions. The golden sword light instantly transformed into pitch-black ink. This attack was twice as strong as the previous Crescent Slash. The Crescent Slash, performed with pure demonic energy, not only packed a powerful punch but also carried corrosive power.

"You can’t go out like this; water on your paws will make it worse," Huang Yu pinched its neck and pressed it onto the bed, releasing her grip only when it stopped struggling.

"I knew you’d come looking for me," Xu Xing declared, as if he’d foreseen it all.

Zhang Wuyue once thought taking over a company would be simple, but now he realized he’d inherited a hot potato.

Xu Xing sent a text message to Qin Yue Shuang; at that moment, Qin Yue Shuang secretly glanced at it. The message read—

In truth, most conflicts end up as zero-sum games; no one gains much, and in the course of the struggle, countless resources are wasted, leaving all worse off. Even the so-called victor suffers considerable losses for every blow inflicted.

And as soon as they arrived, that damned Sea Immortal Turtle, whether out of shame before the Dragon Clan or lingering resentment toward Xue Yi, slipped away silently, nearly causing Xue Yi to fall straight into the void.

“Tongtian, this is the Taiqing Light Talisman!” Ye Feng, seeing the azure light that the elder had drawn form a clear rune in the air, turned to ask the leader of the Tongtian Sect beside him.

Chu Nan was secretly pleased, but suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent from Macallan; in the blink of an eye, the sweltering room seemed to plunge into the depths of winter.

Just then, in his soul sea, a familiar soul voice transmission echoed—Tao Miaomiao’s soul message.

They acted at once! The others watched the door nervously, while Lingxing, deep inside the room, carefully adjusted the channels.

“Oppa, we’ll go now~” As Lingxing and Yoonah chatted in the waiting room, the live broadcast TV suddenly switched on, signaling the start of the show. Lingxing glanced at the screen and addressed the five members of TVXQ.

But today, in Ling Feng’s final match, he brought the audience a different side of himself. If the pursuit of angle in shooting is said to be the royal road, then what Ling Feng displayed today was undoubtedly a form of “dominance.”

In the 79th minute, Pires, who had just come onto the field, fired a fierce shot from thirty meters out, narrowly missing the far post.

This wasn’t as easy as buying a green onion or a cabbage. Did he think it could be settled whenever he wished?

Song Yunjie’s participation in the scientific expedition was entirely thanks to the Seventh Prince’s favor. One must admit, the Seventh Prince had given him new life.

Unexpectedly, before Liao Geng could speak, the master of the courtyard voiced his thoughts, stunning everyone in the room. All eyes turned to him as he stretched his legs, which had been cross-legged, and gave the crowd a gentle smile.

Not seeing Wei Wei beside the Empress left her feeling uncertain. But thinking that Zhao Anmin had died, and even the Grand Empress Dowager who raised her hadn’t come to check, it seemed Zhao Anmin was truly despised; her heart eased a little.

Even so, the investiture ceremony was lively all day in Weiyang Palace, and when it finally dispersed, the sky was ablaze with sunset.

Zhou Yanqing still visited Xiahe Village every now and then. Each time, he brought his own food.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing. The most important was that Ling Han was leaving—this very afternoon, Ling Han wished to see Penglai and thank him in person.

Concubine Qing knew that when the flowers bloomed, Lingxi liked to scent the palace with lilies. So she ordered sachets filled with lily fragrance, heavily laced with poinsettia, and instructed Wan Zi to give the sachet to Luo Xiang for her to wear.

Liao Yong shook his head, a smile reappearing on his face. He reached out and patted He Xuan on the shoulder.

For example, the Star Soul Sword Technique contained the principles of the Void-Slashing Sword Art; the Innate Gengjin Sword Technique held the method of refining sword qi into threads. These exquisite sword arts were embedded within the sword techniques, but mastery required not only practice but also talent and fortune.

“Alright!” On the armored road-clearing vehicle, Fat Zhang summoned his strength, his whole body shaking as he instantly cleared the mist within thirty meters.

In desperation, the Shadow Demon Wolf quickly spread its wings, preparing to evade with its flying ability.

“He is the one who stole the sect’s Zishan Liquid,” Ren Tian looked coldly at the terrified Li Yaohui and spoke with icy resolve. Ren Tian had never expected that Li Yaohui, who fled the sect, could commit such a shocking act.

He knew that such a person must have top masters secretly guarding him—someone far beyond his ability to provoke.

Du Yuesheng sneered, his mind moving. Instantly, his spiritual hand tightened, and with a muffled bang, Lin Lei’s soul was crushed outright.