Chapter 135: The Radiance on Comrade Yulou

Fan Zhugao rode his flying boat leisurely through the air, heading straight for Hewan Fishing Port.

Wang Yulou's concubine-taking ceremony was never meant to be grand; he mainly invited fellow disciples he met in Dipwater Cave, just to liven things up.

After all, it was only taking a concubine—Xiao Qin was a trusted subordinate who needed tighter bonding, while Xiao Bai was tied to Wang Yulou's further control over Hewan Fishing Port; under these circumstances, the Ancestor's pressure to marry had taken effect.

Flying boat

The mummies in the cave, as if guided by some unseen force, surged toward Gu Chen—not only those on the outer layers, but also those at the cave's bottom, flooding toward him like a tide.

After hearing what Uncle Zheng said, he thought it made sense. Most houses had doors cut into their walls. Da Tou circled the bronze object, searching thoroughly, then returned and shook his head, signaling he hadn't found any door at all—perhaps this thing really was just a coffin.

"Forget about respect—because of what you just said, for a new tomorrow, let's all raise a glass!" said the middle-aged man.

The Jianghu authorities, because of Ling Tian, had fully aligned themselves against Ye Fan, and at this moment, the Divine Martial Captain had already conceived the idea of eliminating the threat early.

Aobing-brand cocktails, fruity and delicious, were bestsellers across the continent. But they weren't cheap—one Wangyue silver coin bought only four bottles, making it the most premium drink among commoners' beverages, and also the beverage sponsor of this grand competition.

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch suddenly opened his eyes, sat bolt upright, and Shen Lixing feigned shock, staring fixedly at his grandfather, who had risen abruptly from his deathbed.

But the moment she pushed open the door, Han Yingying was stunned—she saw her assistant Siqi sitting on the brokerage firm's boss's lap, flirting.

Yet when Ye Fan saw what grew inside the valley, his eyes grew bloodshot.

Indeed, five full boxes of clothing—pink and green, extremely thin and outrageously gaudy, clearly the kind favored by the courtesans of Wu and Chu brothels.

Looking up to the heavens with a long sigh, an old man with a hooked silver face showed sorrow—now, the Gudou family had only a single lingering strand of bloodline left; how laughable.

If His Majesty has not rescinded the decree, the Sixth Prince will likely spend his entire life exiled in Lingnan.

"Perfect—we have witnesses. This will help us win the case," Liang Siyue said, certain of victory.

Thus, most of these wandering Jianghu doctors and barefoot healers treasured their skills like worn brooms, never revealing them lightly.

Lin Deng, though anxious, clearly explained the situation; Gu Qingcheng listened and understood roughly that overseas operations had hit some trouble—tricky indeed.

Because a fire had broken out once due to a short circuit in the middle of the night, the entire building now cut power every evening.

His kisses were always domineering, forceful—but this time, he seemed unusually patient, gentle and meticulous.

Before the sun had even reached three bamboo poles high, sweat soaked through their clothes. Inside the vast Protectorate Duke's mansion, servants were rarely seen moving about.

Zhang Huolong sneered in retort—he had spent the night after returning home pondering how to retaliate against Ye Tian.

Gu Qingcheng had never seen anything like this before; she couldn't help but be shaken, even terrified.

The old woman, after leaving Yongping Fang in the carriage, arrived at the nearest inn and was ushered into a private room on the second floor.

She walked out amid the onlookers' startled gazes, though her steps appeared hurried and unsteady.

Though he always looked ill, his body frail, the four great families never dared underestimate him—his cultivation base was beyond their detection; within that feeble frame pulsed a power they could not resist, and this was precisely why they deeply resented and envied him—how could an emissary from the Demon Realm be an ordinary person?