Chapter 280: Dissonance

Shen Siyuan didn't actually care whether his mother liked Ruan Hongzhuang.

His earlier words weren't just empty talk.

It's him marrying a wife, not his mother—what difference does it make if she likes her or not?

Just like his grandmother never liked his mother, thinking her too dramatic and clueless.

Yet that didn't affect his father and mother's affection for each other, nor their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship.

His grandmother once said well: whether shoes fit or not—

Wan Qing felt a little embarrassed; though they were husband and wife, being seen like this by the nurse was quite awkward.

An Jieyu's shock had passed; now calm, she acted as if nothing had happened and opened the ledger of Renxing Hall Gambling Den.

These legendary tomb creatures, forged through resources and special methods, certainly lacked combat skills and killing techniques compared to wild ones. But they were still legendary creatures—their arrival precisely filled the gap in high-level combat power at the Grand Tomb Garden.

I've been waiting for the right opportunity—the moment when Jason was most alert, which came just after he drank two more cups of wine.

"Why? This place is fine." Mu Liunian spoke as he began undressing her.

Ming Chenyuan watched as she silently pulled on her veil, turned away, and silently stepped across the threshold. He stared at her slender, frail back, the question echoing in his mind: Can you accept Wang'an?

At these words, the room erupted in uproar—such a thing, those present had probably only seen in movies. Unless you were a Gambling Saint or Gambling God, how could you possibly call out exactly what you'd roll?

Only when Huang Sanyi emerged, drenched and disheveled like a soaked chicken, did the other teammates' faces break into smug smiles.

There was no trick in the red wine—drugging food or drink was an outdated tactic; anyone with half a brain would make someone else taste it first.

"No, Manyan, listen to me—come on, let's go inside and talk slowly." Long Xiaofeng wanted to slip into Leng Manyan's room to be alone with her—only then could he have a chance to take her, right?

"Thank you!" Shi Zhenxiang no longer hesitated; she got up and limped out of the private room, her body covered in wounds.

He summoned his men to carry the chest into the inner chamber, and during the banquet, he kept nodding at Jing Ke. Jing Ke understood the meaning—he was showing he was sensible. Even Jing Ke himself thought that if he hadn't brought out this wealth, Meng Jia might have looked at him very differently.

Now that he was actively pursuing, he had already fallen behind in cultivation stance—this disadvantage wouldn't yield zero results. Seeking and striving are, for the most part, the driving forces behind human progress. He had repeatedly sought out and comprehended the Dao's meaning in the past—this was active seeking.

Those Huaren graduates who reached Soul Transformation had, before coming here, received my transmitted Great Dao energy, reserved for the critical moment to save their lives—that was enough.

Although I used Bai Gan to enlarge myself, my strength hadn't fully recovered—I couldn't unleash my full power. Moreover, I couldn't guarantee how long the Bai Gan would last. Another reason: behind me was Zhibao—Bai Gan could fail at any moment. If we reverted to our original forms, we'd be truly finished.

The Wind Clan, Thunder Clan, and others exchanged glances but remained seated. Xuetianhan of the Snowman Clan, the Elf Clan, and the Giant Clan, however, turned their eyes toward Qiongcang of the Dragon Clan.

The Chi Dragon roared; its massive body twisted and darted, five clawed limbs like celestial curtains, gleaming with chilling frost, lunging toward Qinglin.

But Lang Qi paid no attention now, for he feared that if he didn't think of something, he might die instantly. At that moment, he heard a scream from Tasha, cowering in the corner—she was clearly terrified by this sudden turn of events.