Chapter 834

One Hundred and Eighty-One: Is the Divine Maiden Unusual?

“Brother A Liang, are you reluctant to leave your little sister?”

On a large ship gliding through mist and clouds, Madam Chen stepped out of the cabin and walked behind the quiet young man who had been staring blankly at the railing on deck, smiling as she asked.

Clearly, Ouyang Rong’s early return—rather than arriving late—put her at ease.

At least this trip down the mountain, the task the young lady had entrusted her with was accomplished: she had successfully brought Liu A Liang back.

“Brother A Liang, are you reluctant to leave your little sister?”

On a large ship gliding through mist and clouds, Madam Chen stepped out of the cabin and walked behind the quiet young man who had been staring blankly at the railing on deck, smiling as she asked.

Ouyang Rong’s hand instinctively rested on the bamboo tube at his waist. He turned his head, glanced at the woman, and instead asked:

“Do you have family in Taoyuan Town as well?”

Madam Chen froze.

Qiao Xi’s head popped up above, her face smeared with mud from today’s work, making her teeth look even whiter.

But after the mix-up, Lu Xinlan was not of the Lu family bloodline; her status barred her from marrying into the imperial household, so the Wu and Qiu clans naturally began to covet her.

He entered a men’s clothing store midway, picked up a Korean-style men’s outfit, then tossed him two hundred yuan.

To ensure he could meet Qin Dong during the Ascension Competition, Xiao Jiyuan, despite past grievances, actively began considering Qin Dong’s interests.

“We left in a hurry, and I packed the suitcase myself—how could Aunt Zhao have bought it?” Cheng Xi said.

His senses were heightened; he could hear her soft breathing, mingled with the sweet, fresh scent emanating from her, making him momentarily forget to breathe.

During the conversation, Jiang Qie was called away by a phone call from Li Jinjin—likely about her new drama.

Wu Dan’s long hair fell down; Xu Changqing lifted it up, removed the rubber band from her wrist, and neatly tied her hair into a knot.

The torchlight from the riverboat illuminated the dark lake surface across the shore. The prefect hurried down the boat, stepped onto the wooden plank, and rushed toward Shen Jue.

The Jiao clan members who hunted down Mother were also captured and imprisoned in the Soul-Subduing Tower back then; the demonic cultivator who turned Father into a lovesick ghost also perished in qi deviation.

Cheng Zhen never worried about this—so long as someone had real ability, he was willing—and able—to pay any price.

Then again, Xu Xiao had to admit: the Two-Phase Frost Sword Art was truly formidable. If truly cultivated to fifty percent mastery, the Ice Abyss Break would be devastating—even a powerful White Hair Zombie would likely be cut down within a few strikes.

Thus, for the sake of his dignity, despite knowing the operation carried great risk, Seande still carried it out.

Though the talisman was destroyed, the activated talisman could not possibly lose its effect so easily—the next instant, hundreds of golden sword qi surged forth from it, descending upon Shang Jingxing with lightning speed.

For the first two days, whenever the warship appeared, they fled at once, even daring not to approach the base.

Peng Yumeng awoke from her cultivation, then let out a cry of profound shock and fervor.

It was already early August, more than half a month away from the start of the Polytechnic University term in September. Long enough, yet short enough—it would pass in the blink of an eye.

Now, the Celestial Dynasty was so indifferent to Yizhou? Even though it had just stabilized and needed time to organize, such a strategic border post along the Yalu River—especially one brimming with profits from “border trade”—how could anyone not desire it?

For sects that had preserved their lineages for hundreds or even thousands of years, no price was too high—they would claim any fine artifact if they could get it.

Sima Zijun made only three portions of black pepper beef, yet perfectly replicated the flavor of Xiao Jianning’s black pepper beef.

Murong Hanlin loosened his bruised, numb lips, then recounted every detail of the events from that past time to the Shen family once more.

In contrast, Su Heng had, since his first time stepping onto the martial arena to switch to martial cultivation, always relied on hidden trump cards to crush his opponents—he had never before encountered an adversary capable of matching him, let alone posing a real threat.