Chapter 597: The Protective Charter of the Xisha Domain Officials

Six years ago, the Wang family was so sparse in members it didn't seem like a "house of accumulated virtue and blessing."

Wang Dalang was already thirty, and Wang Erlang had been married for years, both nearing thirty, yet neither had fathered a single child.

Had outsiders not known the Wang family's situation, neighbors would have whispered behind their backs, suspecting the Wangs had committed too many sins and that the King of Hell had doomed them to die out.

Six years later, Wang Dalang, who had remarried after his first wife's death, now had three children.

One under three years old.

The middle-aged man turned his head and caught Su Can looking at him; the two exchanged a smile, which deeply startled the man—how impossibly young! It also stirred in him a sudden urge to get to know Su Can.

Su Can's heart, liver, spleen, and lungs all jolted in melodramatic fashion—he finally understood which camp this high-ranking official belonged to.

Seeing dozens of weapons strike at once, the True Spirit Immortal had no choice but to abandon the snow lotus he was about to seize and activated the Pure-Level Wind Spirit Spell, dodging the barrage of weapons and magic treasures with swift maneuvers.

Neither wished to tangle with the vengeful ghost; they twisted and turned through the labyrinthine corridors, fleeing relentlessly. Fortunately, the maze suppressed all spiritual senses and magical power, preventing the creature from using terrifying means to cut them off—gradually, they slipped away.

Chu Lian softly called out each name in turn, making Tang Tianqin and the others beam with delight and cheer enthusiastically.

After several teleportations from Tingfeng City, Zhao Nan sighed as they reached the Barbarian Tribe's Siberian Divine Chosen City. Yet the final destination of this journey was not Siberian City, but the distant Xiangwu Great Ice Plain beyond it.

The uncle-in-law had already weighed his options in his mind—if he didn't show his face directly, he could rely on connections, but the very thought of relying on others made him reluctant to lower his dignity. Besides, even if connections were secured, the end result might still be reconciliation, which would make him look weak.

The rat demon Huang Huang was about to speak when Zhou Yang's puppet slashed through his body with a single sword. In terror, Huang Huang's soul fled his corpse—but before him appeared a blood-jade spider. The spider opened its mouth and spat a white silk web, trapping Huang Huang's soul within.

Autumn had arrived, the season when osmanthus blooms alone in solitude. This osmanthus tree thrived vigorously, its branches lush and leaves dense, its blossoms thick and golden, hidden within the shade, quietly releasing their fragrance.

The good news was that Huangfu Ming could not control her at will. If he had fears, then she had a chance to play a game of strategy with him. Right now, the most crucial thing was to establish contact with the outside world.

Si Nanting's face suddenly drew close, his deep, magnetic voice whispering beside her ear, warm breath brushing against Chu Yixing's cheek.

This substance was like a salt block—either it dissolved, or it remained solid; there was no such thing as dilution.

Dongfang Tangying shook her head again—how could anyone possibly enter? The Mad God Array was the most infamous forbidden zone in the Dongfang family—who would be foolish enough to walk in and die?

"Boss, we didn't find Sunni's body." Su Yiqiu was inside wrapping up, while outside, Qin Shengxing met with Assistant Li. He hadn't smoked in ages, but today he couldn't resist lighting up.

"Wu-wu-wu, little brother, you're my second sister's lucky star—I don't even know how to repay you!" Dongfang Tangying pulled Dong Xiao tightly into her arms, tears streaming down her face.

His current strength was roughly at the mid-tier of living beings; it might improve further once his physical body reached its limit.

So much had happened recently; her heart was already in turmoil—and now this had occurred too.

Li Shuang saw Li Hao's displeasure and stopped, becoming more serious—but her large, glistening eyes never left Zhou Ming.