Chapter 122: The Suitors

Ruan Hongzhuang wasn’t just beautiful, she was also highly capable, and her family background was impeccable.

So since childhood, countless boys had pursued her—wealthy ones, top students, handsome ones, strong and robust ones…

In short, Ruan Hongzhuang’s suitors perfectly reflected the diversity of humanity.

But after all these years, she had never dated anyone because something happened during her middle school years that changed her worldview.

Since these black long knives kept pouring out endlessly from the giant disc, as if inexhaustible, how many of these thousand flying swords could possibly hold them back?

“I’m her father.” The middle-aged policeman’s words struck Zhang Shaofei like a hammer—holy shit, Mu Qingxue’s father? What the hell is going on? Did I forget to check the almanac today? Why did I run into her father? What if he opposes us? What if he breaks us up?

“Hahaha… Enlightened Buddha, I told you long ago—we’d meet again soon.” Several figures appeared before Rendeng; the one at the front had striking white hair.

“Thank Your Majesty for this great grace.” Cao Cao bowed deeply in thanks. After court, Emperor Xian sent Minister of Imperial Censorate Xi Lu with the imperial tally to Cao Cao’s residence to bestow upon him the seal and ribbon of Prince of Wei. From then on, Cao Cao established the state of Wei, with its capital at Ye City; Wei controlled ten commanderies of Ji Province and could appoint ministers such as Chancellor, Grand Commandant, and Grand General.

A middle-aged cultivator clad in a white five-clawed dragon robe and wearing a purple-gold imperial crown sat lazily atop a palanquin, on a massive white jade dragon throne.

“Good! Since Immortal Mu has such confidence, I will lend every ounce of my support!” Zheng Zhong first recalled his thunderbird and declared loudly.

Hearing this, Zheng Zhong couldn’t help but silently smile bitterly—in the outside world, mortals saw such beings as gods, but here they were merely night watchmen.

Wuchen Divine Mountain was formed from the most extreme cold energy of heaven and earth, and the giant bear was a spiritual beast born in the coldest lands; the moment the spiritual light from Wuchen Divine Mountain struck the three spiritual flames, their forward momentum slowed instantly, and the two sides locked in a stalemate.

“Damn! Sword Dance Annihilation!” He spun his massive sword, cleaving through the trees, then leapt in quick flashes onto the elephant’s back and brought down a furious slash.

Tao Zuoquan was also relieved that Tao Yongcheng showed some brotherly affection toward Tao Yongneng, giving their two branches a chance to remain on good terms.

In recent years, as the Mongol Yuan split into eastern and western regions, the Tatar tribes were divided and ruled separately, attacking each other; the key town of Dandong, bordering the Tatars, frequently suffered raids and assaults by Tatar armies.

Zhang Peng rose and walked to Jiang Xialan, checking her breath. Good—her breathing was steady; she had merely fainted, with no life-threatening danger.

Zhang Peng’s words jolted her awake—if the enemy’s formation was of low rank, perhaps a direct assault using the Five Elemental Spells could breach its defensive threshold.

Even the heir to a principality dares call a count’s elite knight “Your Deputy Lord,” yet you, with no title at all.

“That’s none of my concern—you can let these people go their separate ways. Tianyi Sect has always stood apart from the mortal world; you needn’t wade into this mess. When the north and south are unified, you’ll still be the orthodox Tian Shi Dao, and no one can displace you,” Fu Ling advised.

Lu Yinqi felt as if he were drowning, struggling to breathe—he feared the other might say, “I’m tired, let’s take a break and cool off,” as if sentencing him to death, never to see her again.

Zhu Shunming, thinking of Su Qing’s formidable combat strength, believed she might storm the National Teacher’s residence to rescue the captive directly.

These researchers longed to dissect him on the spot; only a fool would believe their promises.

The sounds of car horns and chatter were completely cut off; for a moment, only the patter of rain on the umbrella filled his ears.

Although Feng Juan Canyun spoke with casual ease, he broke out in a cold sweat—his memory of a senior who vanished after doing something he shouldn’t had never faded, and it was precisely because of that incident that he became the boss’s top lieutenant.