Chapter 175 It turns out we got married two years ago

After Yan Jinxi left, Mo Qinghan's gaze remained fixed on the closed door. With a trace of worry, she asked, "What was Shang Linjun's reaction?"

He Zheyu took slow, deliberate steps over to Mo Qinghan's bedside and sat down. Gently reaching out, his well-defined fingers tucked a few strands of dark hair from her forehead behind her ear, and he murmured, "A reckoning between him and the Yan family was bound to happen sooner or later. It's just that we accelerated the process, and Yan Jinxi makes the situation a bit tricky to handle."

"I'm just afraid Jinxi won't be able to accept the truth, and in the end..."

"Life has always been this way. Shouldn't you and I have seen through this long ago?"

Mo Qinghan did not reply to He Zheyu's words.

As for the elixirs, there were three. One was the Hengsha Longevity Pill previously refined by Chu Xiao, and another was the Earth-grade mid-tier Spirit-Return Pill. This type of spiritual elixir could serve as an aid for practitioners breaking through from the Yin-Yang stage to the Divine Ability stage, sparing them much arduous labor and increasing their success rate.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a violent explosion rapidly rippled beneath the ground, almost as if it were about to flip the crust itself.

Of course, there was a vast distinction when it came to the title of Saint. At the founding of the Cultivation Alliance, the three hundred and sixty-five Saints who followed the Ascended Immortal Venerable to lead the human race against the demon race were the first generation of Saints. Although many more Saints were conferred successively thereafter, none could rival the first generation in terms of prestige.

A portion of the black lightning conducted from Longyuan onto Roy, and subsequently, those black lightning arcs attracted the thunder from the dark clouds, intertwining around Roy. The voltage was so intense that his golden hair stood on end, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

With a human life at stake, Qian Xu could no longer afford to conserve ammunition. He slammed in a fresh magazine and unleashed a continuous barrage. The zombie that had just bitten one victim wanted to pursue the fleeing person into the shop, but the agonizing pain inflicted by Qian Xu's gunfire caused it to pivot and charge fiercely at him instead.

Yet it was precisely this cruel trait that kept the population of the Three-Eyed wasteland clan small, with their peak numbers never exceeding one million.

No one knew how Fang Hong had managed to withstand the assault of the Extreme Ice Mysterious Palm. Aside from Fang Hong himself, only Gui Que understood the mystery behind it.

The forum instantly boiled over. Members were both captivated by King's genius mindset and overjoyed that their arduous wait had finally yielded results. Within moments, all sorts of posts sprouted like wildfire, densely blanketing the screen in a flash.

Although every single word struck a chord with Lady Zhao, if she were willing to confess so easily, she would never have committed those acts in the first place.

Yet this son of his had somehow provoked the Seventh Prince not long ago, a matter reportedly tied to Mu Yao, resulting in him being stripped of his position as Prime Minister. Because the Seventh Prince’s whereabouts were perpetually untraceable, the son came to the General's Estate day after day to wait for him.

Hongrui was a rare variant of canna lily that had taken human form three hundred years ago. She encountered Hehuan in the mortal realm, but because their paths diverged, they eventually parted ways and walked their separate directions.

"Naturally, I was missing Yaoya, so I specifically came to see you." Baili Yanmo swept a casual, seductive glance over Su Muyao.

Before she had eaten anything, she had already consumed seven or eight cups of alcohol, leaving a burning sensation in her stomach. Suppressing this severe discomfort, Lan Xingyan forced herself to keep up appearances for the various bosses.

Getting her first close-up look at Hill, Kaneki realized she possessed a hint of baby fat—the kind that gave her a tangible sense of plumpness. Raising her hand slightly to remove her glasses, she gazed at Kaneki with a pair of watery eyes.

Wandering forward alone without a destination, the sky grew increasingly dim. Unawares, the moonlight had already poured down, and a thread of chilliness brushed against her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Continuing onward, she soon spotted an open cave not far away and decided to spend the night there.

However, this was not something that could happen in an instant, especially since Lin He had recently sustained severe injuries within the Spirit Breath Realm, leaving his spiritual state extremely unstable at present. It was far from an opportune time to begin cultivation.

Taking a deep breath, the long silk ribbon coiled around the sword. Wuniang flashed Mingxin a refreshing, heart-soothing smile, closed the door, and walked away with the sword in hand, leaving Mingxin wrapped up like a giant cocoon, lying on the bed in dumbfounded silence.