Chapter 18: You’re the One with an Illegitimate Child

His so-called proud Godslayer technique was broken by Gao Qiang, and only then did he resort to the Earth Prison spell to confine him.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? You're always like this, carrying everything yourself. Where does that leave me as your partner?" Yan Yue Rong's face darkened at his words, her anger barely concealed.
Aunt Zhou suddenly sat up and pulled me into her arms, my cheek pressed against her warm neck.
Several thunderous explosions echoed, filling the arena with dust and obscuring the view for those below. Most believed Jiang Qi had certainly lost; everyone saw the lightning, felt its terrifying aura, and naturally assumed so.
She slowly climbed up from the ground, held her head high, and walked out the door step by step. At the threshold, she paused one last time, looking back at everyone with a deep, lingering gaze.
Zhou Yan wondered if he should rob the ship, but after some thought, decided he hadn’t been a bandit for days now, and it wouldn’t do to disrupt world peace.
Once the discussion ended, Liu Tianhao, Mi Zhu, and the matchmaker led a group of servants, carrying wedding gifts toward his mansion.
"I'm fine," Chu Si shook her head slightly. Those men died without revealing the mastermind, but glancing at Jiang Fan, then at the Empress and Chu Dai'er, it seemed clear enough who was responsible.
"You cur, how dare you mention father here? This is the rear courtyard, and you're taking away the matriarch. Do you think this is your harem?" Chu Zhenzhen retorted coldly, her words sharp as knives.
One hundred thousand packs of instant noodles, according to the price Jiang Ling quoted, would sell for two hundred thousand silver coins. Converted to gold coins, that's two thousand. If all the noodles sold, his income would double what he currently had in gold coins.
Yet in the depths of her pupils, Mei Ruoxiang could distinctly see waves of excitement and joy; even the corners of Dongfang Caiyi's lips involuntarily curved into a smile.
Spring had come, but there was still a chill. Each morning, a layer of frost formed on damp patches of the road.
He Qiqi looked closely; the beams of escaping light rising from the city belonged to the Alliance of Rogue Cultivators, the Tiger and Dragon Immortals. Seeing Ren Tongtian retreat, they realized capturing Feiyan City was out of reach. If they didn’t leave now, they might never leave again.

"Thunk!" The Giant Wood Python recoiled in pain, its massive body thrashing; with its double-thick form, it used brute force to shake off the Silverback Snake and retreat. Thick black scales, as hard as cold iron, lined its back, but even those were pierced by the Silverback's sharp venomous fangs, leaving two bleeding wounds that oozed blue-black blood.
Guan Yi: "Reporting to General Yan, intelligence shows the Five Streams Barbarians from Wu Ling County in Eastern Wu are preparing to raid our Fuling County."
Just as the man approached the prince, a burly fellow rushed out from the restroom, scooped up the prince, and dashed toward the nearby window.
The first round of the ranking melee had already ended, taking just over thirty minutes; the story quest wasn't particularly difficult.
She ate together with Boss Han Ziyun, though Mu Lin could tell the boss was distracted, barely paying attention to her meal.
Without using spiritual power, Ye Li relied solely on his hands in combat. In just a few breaths, he had knocked down seven or eight opponents.
The Empress Dowager of Southern Liang was at a loss, so she consulted the witch doctor, who gave her a prescription. If followed, the young master of Southern Liang would regain his vitality and restore his former glory.
Studying beside her master for several years, she had learned much and witnessed wondrous powers. The magical battles from fairy tales were real, and she herself could now perform them.
Yuan Lai caught his breath, smiled wryly as he touched the bruised patch on his face, silently noting that girls from the northwest truly pulled no punches.
The top of the city gate was an ancient four-sided tower, and the open gate bustled with crowds coming and going.
Those four words echoed in Hailey’s ears, causing a thunderous roar in his mind, as if a thousand storms exploded. Not just him—behind him, the four demon generals were equally stunned and bewildered.
But before she could react, her vision blurred as a figure rushed toward her, bringing a barrage of attacks that made her heart tremble, crashing down like a tidal wave.
With a bang, the golden sword in Jiang Ning's hand shattered once more, along with the spiritual defense on his body. The armored warlord struck him with a sword, sending him crashing onto the spiritual earth.

The next day, the crowd set out under the guidance of their sect leaders, leaving the disciples puzzled. Wasn’t the Sword Trial supposed to be held at the Ethereal Sect? But as the leaders remained silent, no one dared to ask.
A few slow-moving staff were knocked to the ground, screaming as sharp fangs pierced their throats, tearing their carotid arteries and windpipes. Blood spurted in torrents, and after a few convulsions, their cries ceased—they became food for the mutated.
At that moment, Chen Shu and I stood on the bridge, each with a foot on a rope, staring intently at the enormous creature. Now closer, we could see clearly—it was a giant fish.
Que Yi’s voice carried a strange magic; Qin Ming felt his fatigue melt away, yet his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. At last, he couldn’t resist and drifted into sleep, soon snoring softly, curled in her arms, his face content.
"That's bad—now the good guy is in your hands!" Shi Yin looked regretful, making Luan Yuan burst out laughing.
But simply wishing him happiness wasn’t enough; she wanted him healthy and all his wishes fulfilled, as if she could shower him with every beautiful word she knew.
They found Xie Wan in a corner; she looked dazed, her hands and clothes stained with blood, her gaze innocent and timid, her body trembling.
Orlando’s eyes grew gentler as he felt the soft body pressed against his back, and slowly uttered three words.
He Junxuan had only just entered the sect; most things he would have to explore and understand for himself, as no one could teach him.
Han Chuan was different from Lin Yiran; Siska needed to sign a rumor contract with Lin Yiran to ensure the plan proceeded, but Han Chuan required nothing, not even a script.