Chapter 102: Well Done, Young Man—You’ve Truly Brought Honor to the Old Xu Family! (1/3)

“You’re always worrying about nothing, girl!” Lu Xiulan laughed as she placed a chicken drumstick into her bowl, unfazed by the oil splattering on her apron. “Your father and I are just over fifty. Last year, when harvesting wheat, I bundled two more sheaves than Aunt Wang! When your third aunt visited me last time, she said I looked five years younger than my actual age!”

Xu Jianjun nodded in agreement, deftly peeling a boiled egg for Xiaomei despite his left hand being bandaged. “Mom chased that Silkie chicken around half an acre yesterday. Didn’t catch the chicken, but ended up with half a basket of eggs instead.”

The imperial physician had just lifted the cloth covering Yin Xiaoxue’s neck when he spotted half a leech clinging to the wound.

The three men blocking my path were equally startled. Being closer, they immediately recognized the object that had pierced through the water bullet—an arrow, swift and precise, intercepting the water bullet midair and causing the skill to fail instantly.

Dantai Mengge still recalled their previous conversation when Qian Yuan had voluntarily offered to send generals to assist, only to be declined by her.

From Bao Xin’s perspective, none of these things compared to the compensation Peng Weichong had sent her—the set of pigeon-blood rubies, rumored to have deeply pained Peng Da.

By morning, Mr. Changyi had already left, Aunt Fang was resting, and Bao Xin entrusted the affairs of the inner courtyard to Aunt Guan, while the outer courtyard was temporarily managed by Tang Dou, pending Qin Ke’s specific arrangements.

In the rush to increase strength, the risk of level degradation was overlooked. Ironically, the very tool capable of shifting this delicate balance was the transfer crystal. Yet no one noticed this subtle situation. While others spent money to boost power, I spent money to ensure my power did not diminish—thanks to having surplus wealth.

Nearby, a dozen or so aspiring emperors and half-step martial emperors, all ready to act, were equally shocked.

She pondered: Because her mother had married her father, a lesser son, she always kept a low profile, deliberately hiding. Madame Hou disregarded the seventh branch because, apart from the Hou clan, the seventh branch had neither money nor connections—struggling in hard times, they posed no threat to the main family.

Right, in his youth, his handsome and robust appearance had captivated countless girls, and one of them must have been the concubine.

The Yao royal family was located in the western region of Central Continent, ruling a territory spanning nine million square miles—truly a grand clan of the era. Their royal capital stretched ten thousand miles, surrounded by vast mountain ranges, showcasing the might of the Yao lineage.

At first, Nanxun had been worried, but upon noticing Xuan Zhi’s supernatural abilities, he had an epiphany. Xuan Zhi was a water-element user and, crucially, seemed to possess some electric energy akin to his own. Therefore, he would not be infected, nor would the others he brought.

Centered around this old man, the entire Gan River’s water split into two parts. The massive rock at the riverbed’s center emerged as the waters receded.

Luo Yuan’s eyes flickered with thought. Gently wrapping his large hand around Yu Shutong’s waist, he caressed her skin, smooth and white as creamy jade.

Meanwhile, the guards responsible for extinguishing the rooftop fire repeatedly employed planes to deliver fire extinguishers, water, soil, and other materials capable of quelling the blaze completely—yet the fire showed no sign of abating.

Ultimately, this marriage was essentially a transaction, and Qin Yan was the commodity. As long as she obediently awaited the final verdict, no one cared about her thoughts.

“You…” Wang Hai hadn’t expected Xu Qiangwei to speak up for Gu Ruyi, but now that she had, it felt impolite to refuse again.

No one knew what Bai Heng was thinking—insisting she wear his coat, heavy and thick, and oversized to boot, making walking quite inconvenient.

Zuo Zimu felt a tremendous force strike his sword, shaking it from his grasp and forcing him to retreat. He realized that the web between his thumb and forefinger had cracked open.

Ye Wumian launched a sudden attack, killing Kong Fangxiong and naturally targeting the other three as well. Sword in hand, his figure darted swiftly through the shadows.