Chapter 62: Making You Call Her Sister-in-Law

What kind of personality did Qin Zhaoqing have?

Her original family background was quite well-off, and being the only daughter, she was deeply spoiled by her parents. Growing up in favorable conditions, she never lacked suitors, and her romantic life had always been exceptionally smooth-sailing.

If she liked someone, they would get together; if she lost interest, she would break up cleanly and decisively.

Adhering to the philosophy of "saying goodbye means goodbye, the next one will be more obedient," her targets had always been delicate, handsome men who were easy to handle and coax.

Then, everyone watched in utter astonishment as the collision between the fist force and the sword radiance did not result in Chu Yunfan's fist being shattered. On the contrary, Chu Yunfan's fist force directly tore through the sword radiance, blasting it into countless fragments.

Furls were tucked away and oars were prepared. Six wooden rafts on the left, right, and center closed in on Mu Qian's raft in a flanking maneuver, while the bamboo raft at the rear retreated slightly, maintaining a distance from Mu Qian's raft.

"It was meant to be this way from the start." Hong Lengjin was truly straightforward, blurting out Qianfeng's plan directly, which left Wu Xin on the ground feeling utterly helpless.

Mu Qian smiled and said nothing, the pattern of a flickering starry sky reflecting deep within his mind as he pondered a solution for the breakthrough.

How many daggers like this were there in total? What kind of changes would occur if the entire set was gathered? Liu Changquan felt a surge of anticipation.

"That's right, I killed him!" Chu Yunfan said calmly. Blood dripped steadily from the Absolute Shadow battle blade, and within moments, it was completely clean, as if it had never been stained with even a trace of blood.

Old Nuo smiled and then sighed. The few of them were staying in this voice channel, but it wasn't a formal meeting state. Among the seven permanent members, only four were present, and one of them was Old Wolf.

Ever since the cultivation world came into existence, looking across the entire world, the only ones who had ever refined the Chain of Laws were the Immortal Emperors of the upper realm. Yet, even an Immortal Emperor could only truly refine that Chain of Laws with the assistance of the primordial divine water.

Su Baitong put down the sheet of music, took a leisurely sip of fragrant tea, and maintained an air of complete indifference.

At this mention, he couldn't help but recall the domineering and heroic posture of Liu Quanfu shouting at the sky last night, a wave of deep emotion stirring in his heart.

It is said that in that unified divine realm brimming with divine radiance, the world of gods was filled with earthly heavens that made people of the present era deeply envious.

By the twenty-eighth year of Fufeng, He Lujiang's first direct disciple, Li Qijin, had reached the first rank; his second disciple, Shu Xingguang, the second rank; his third disciple, Huiheng, the first rank; and his fifth disciple had advanced to the second rank at the age of twenty-one. A total of five disciples: two of the first rank, two of the second rank, and one fourth-rank at the age of twenty-three—an awe-inspiring level of efficiency.

Taking advantage of the vital breath to evade the inspection of the netherworld so as to keep her master undiscovered, she never expected to encounter such an unexpected mishap.

Passers-by who took refuge inside the blacksmith's shop finally noticed that something was wrong. Screaming in unison, they rushed outside. One middle-aged woman with a cloth-wrapped head tripped over the threshold and struggled for a long time without being able to get up.

"No," Ji Qianchen shook his head gently, his hand tightening slightly. If he guessed correctly, Meier must have gone to Mount Shu, though whether it was to prepare for Yingye or to deal with the Yin-Yang School and Great Qin remained unknown.

However, at some point, rumors that the Pan family possessed a treasure began to spread wildly.

Moro, Suarez, Gareth Bale, Witsel—deploying only four players in the attack had created an open-goal opportunity.

Qingwu nodded slightly. She had naturally known for a long time that her kill order was not a death sentence. A so-called death sentence meant execution without exception, whereas for her, as long as she was willing to return to Yingye, naturally no one could touch her, not even this young master of Yingye.

However, there were simply too many ordinary people under their sects, which was why they could not be recognized as orthodox martial arts sects.

Regarding the matter of gambling on jade roughs, Ningsha was still rather curious. It was only after coming to Myanmar that she heard Nie Chen mention gambling on roughs, and as for how it worked, she understood nothing at all.

Every single word felt like a sharp blade repeatedly slashing at Wang Xiao's heart, especially when recalling how Jiang Hongrui had once regarded Wang Xiao as the brightest and most magnificent Prince Charming in her heart—it made him feel as though his heart were bleeding.

"So, is she not going to make a move?" Ningsha turned her head back to look at Lu Xiangqin, admitting that she lacked foresight at the moment and had lost her ability to judge Lu Xiangqin.

"Don't think about it anymore. Let's just observe the situation first." After offering a few words of comfort, Sun Qingzhu turned around and left.

"Is this the remains of Elder Yan?" Looking at the glowing white bones before him, Shen Haochuan murmured softly. Then, with a thought, he retrieved Elder Yan and that cluster of divine spiritual origin.

Upon hearing this, Consort Su felt a start. Based on her analysis, the mastermind behind the scenes could be none other than the Third Miss. She said, "My Lady, aside from the Third Miss, this concubine cannot think of anyone else." Whether it was manpower, material resources, or financial power, no one else could pull this off.

Luo Dixing showed no aversion whatsoever to the hook-claw's appearance, nor did he mind that his own blood had already pooled on the ground from such a handshake. Gazing at the blood dripping from the sharp claws, a faint smile actually surfaced on his face.

Yueyao looked at Guan Jingshuo's overly pale complexion. While others might have attributed it to having fair skin, Yueyao sensed an unhealthy morbidity to it. "I notice your complexion is somewhat sallow. Is your health perhaps very poor?" More than just poor—it was undoubtedly extremely poor.

"We came together, and when it's time to leave, I can't just abandon you. Otherwise, how am I, Lingyun, supposed to mix in the jianghu in the future?" Lingyun said.

"Could the Prince be planning to use that thing?" Sensing that aura like surging waves, Yu Tang's expression changed drastically. He had served the royal family for many years, so naturally, Su He's next move could not escape his discerning eyes.

Lowering his head, he found that she had already been pulled onto his lap to sit, and the posture between them was... indescribably intimate.

A month later, the weather would turn completely cold. The Great Yan Kingdom was located in the north, and by then, the roads would be blocked by heavy snow—this was common knowledge.