Chapter 25: The Fifth Young Lady’s Wedding Day

[Cultivation Realm: Qi Refining Stage 1078/1000]
[Commentary on the Hundred Herbs (Perfected): Tasting Hundred Herbs 3001/10000]
[Flawless Technique: Perfected]
[Encyclopedia of Apothecary Arts (Beginner): Processing Medicinal Herbs 1/10]
[Comprehensive Meridian Mapping (Proficient): Dissecting Medicinal Herbs 25/100]
Hua Changxi entered the Hall of Miscellaneous Chores on September 21st. A month has passed, and his stats have all seen significant improvement, with the Flawless Technique reaching full mastery.

Ye Bihuang cared nothing for such things. All he wanted was conquest, and to conquer an opponent in this matter required an indomitable spirit, an unwavering expression, and wild intensity. Only then could he push the opponent to their limit and force them to submit wholeheartedly.

Even with his path of retreat cut off, Zhang Biwu would not turn back. His only way out was to join forces with Li Yan. Once Zhang Biwu reunited with Li Yan, thanks to Li Yan's reputation, securing provisions in eastern Henan was no longer a difficult task.

After boarding the car, Kim Jong-kook began his lecture on coaching, which became simply unbearable for Yoo Jae-suk.

The situation with Yin Yi remained unresolved, and in Xu Lingfeng's eyes, he was still his direct subordinate. Whatever he did behind closed doors was a family matter, not something for outsiders to meddle in.

There was no other reason: the Dark Shadow possessed too many methods, so many that "endless" was the only way to describe them. It was as if every power in the world could be wielded in its palm. No matter how fiercely the descendants of the Five Supremes or the Great Sages attacked, it could easily find their weaknesses and counter or neutralize them with effortless grace.

Liu Mai never expected he could make a comeback and surpass the top-ranking class monitor. His face flushed with excitement, and he jumped for joy.

"What's wrong? Crying again just after getting back?" Gyuri had heard earlier that the child had cried for a while last night because she missed her.

Yin Yi had assumed that someone as proud and image-conscious as her would cast Shi Hanyu aside without hesitation and immediately draw a clear line between them.

Lu Lu’s brother wanted to find Senior Sister Xiao. Others couldn't guess his intentions; although they pointed him in the right direction, they remained highly curious. Surely this person couldn't possibly know Senior Sister Xiao, could he?

"Why should I believe your words! Do you know why I came to this world?" Xia Zhaoyang asked, feeling that perhaps Xia Fanxing knew more than she did.

"They deserved it." Li Qingyun took a deep drag of his cigarette. Recalling the harm Su Xue suffered last night, a sharp, fierce glint flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't been worried about Su Xue’s safety while she remained there, he would have hit them even harder.

"Wasn't this seat supposed to be saved for me?" Following a roar of fury, the door to the private box was kicked open.

The plane landed safely on a vast, desolate island. Under the guard of Shi Wuchen, it touched down slowly, and the passengers remained completely unharmed.

The commotion downstairs caught the attention of the guest in private box No. 1 on the third floor. At first, he didn't understand what everyone was looking at, but after observing carefully, he realized they were all looking in the same direction: at the center seat.

The Overlord danced with his battle-axe, like a god or demon, his body wreathed in pale blue currents. The scene was dreamlike and surreal.

"Butterfly, just half a month ago, she and Gong Chuchu came to Moon City wanting to tell you something important: Gong Xiangtian has arrived, and he intends to deal with you..." Ji Taimei said.

Zhao Wuji, having just recovered from his dizzy spell, launched a charge at the Wild Boar King without hesitation, his great shield slamming ruthlessly into the beast's rear.

They never imagined that Xia Zhaoyang would actually win the match; wasn't that just wishful thinking? Yet, it had truly come to pass—Xia Zhaoyang had actually won.

However, given how much Lin Yinxue loved Xuanyuan Tuo, it seemed unlikely that the final, most unfortunate and terrifying scenario would come to pass.

Feng Chanyao began to pour out her past to Zhang Chen. When speaking of happy things, a sweet smile would grace her face; when speaking of sad things, she would shed tears. Yet, in her memories, happy moments seemed rare, so she spent most of the time weeping, inevitably stirring pity in the hearts of others.