Chapter 45 Second Marriage

"Dean An is currently doing his rounds. If you have any message, you can leave it, and I will pass it on to him once he returns." Chudi took a brief breath before speaking in a gentle and polite tone, as if the person on the other end of the line were merely an ordinary stranger and she was handling pure official business.

Perhaps stirred by Kaff's words, Alisa looked with a complex gaze at the bashful Weisha and the grinning Matt. For some unknown reason, a faint pang of pain seemed to ripple through Alisa's heart.

With the alpha wolf leading the way, Matt and his eight companions navigated the outer perimeter of the Conimal Mountain Range in five days with practiced ease, successfully bypassing the rear of the orc army. During this period, a few low-level magical beasts had appeared, but they were all successfully dealt with by the eight of them.

Chudi's heart skipped a beat, but the mask on her face came to her rescue, buying her time to adjust her emotions and prevent her true feelings from showing. She shook her hand and, with a lingering sense of apprehension conveyed through sign language, signed: Grand Duke Du has a bad temper and seems to really dislike me. Is it because of Big Brother Maolin and Miss Du's affair?

As soon as Matt finished speaking, a purple aura suddenly erupted from his body. This purple aura was unique to the cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Art. As cultivation deepened, the purple aura would grow increasingly dense and its color would darken. Having broken through to the Xiantian realm, the purple aura swirling around Matt was now considerably denser than before.

When Lin Yi finally located Tie Langyu, he found the veteran covered in wounds, breathing his last breath with barely a thread of life left, an arrowhead still deeply embedded in his upper chest.

"The husband Qiyan chooses must be an upright and indomitable man, not a coward. If he truly dies like this, then Qiyan will remain unmarried for the rest of her life, keeping her chastity for him to fulfill my vow." Yue Qiyan said in a tone that was so calm it bordered on cruel.

Watching Xiao Nantian's departing figure, Xi Nan could not help but shake his head, finally following him with a helpless sigh. He had already secretly made up his mind that no matter what, even if it cost him his life, he must ensure Tian's safety.

That's right, Fifth Brother had not died in that great battle; he had drifted here on the ocean currents and had even been rescued by someone. One had to admit that this was truly an arrangement of mysterious fate.

After the Immortal Palace was destroyed, Li Yan, the leader of the Thousand Immortals Sect, personally led his disciples to seek revenge against the Heaven-Bearing Manor, only to be stopped by that person as well.

For a normal transcendental, even a powerhouse of the "Legendary" rank, doing something like this was virtually no different from courting death.

Although he had only interacted with old Colson once, the man did not strike him as short-sighted; surely he knew that this was, to some extent, nurturing a tiger that would eventually turn on its master.

"Don't worry, just go ahead and chase after them, don't mind me!" Xiao Yan tossed the Gale Wolf over, and seeing this, the beast had no choice but to press forward.

"Uh... that doesn't fall under the scope of my mission, so I wouldn't know, but... you can recover on your own." Li Yao walked up to Yezang.

Chixiao met his gaze with calm detachment, her eyes frank and sincere. That pair of bright eyes held no emotion whatsoever, yet looking into them still tugged painfully at one's heartstrings.

"Crack, snap..." Cracks spread across the giant boulder accompanied by a sound, though no one paid attention to it now, for Temari was on the verge of defeat.

A subtle flamboyance was woven into his steady and reserved demeanor, while a commanding dominance breathed through his gentle nature—qualities that were normally contradictory, yet blended into a remarkably harmonious whole upon him.

Her pitch-black, hollow eye sockets felt to Professor Kassel like the very gates of hell.

Chasing and fleeing, the Dayan Floating and Sinking Sword Formation gradually gained on Star Mountain. Yet the Peerless Young Master merely sneered with disdain. He saw that the Purple Firmament Sect within the golden cloud was already far behind, and that the mist-form grand formation could never catch up in a short time. This was precisely his purpose. His retreat was not a panicked flight, but rather a deliberate distancing to avoid being caught in a pincer attack between the two formations.

That person acted as though he were well-acquainted with Ziyin, pouring a cup of wine for himself and another for Ziyin, before raising his cup in a toast. Ziyin, however, did not touch his cup.

As the helmsman of Ren's Enterprise, she had long been tempered by trials of all kinds, enabling her to remain calm and composed no matter what situation arose.

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, violently shaking all the affectionate couples. Some were even thrown straight out of their seats.

Although Feng Xiyue was deeply loved and respected by many, there were also quite a few who harbored jealousy, even resenting her for monopolizing too many cultivation resources. Consequently, they repeatedly pressured the Valley Master, leaving Feng Yue caught in a difficult dilemma.

Witnessing this, Ye Yunkun and Ye Yunxiang constricted their pupils in utter shock. Turning a spear into a tangible entity was a feat only achievable at the Immortal Venerable realm—yet Ye Shaobai had actually accomplished it.

A full 1-on-1 showdown! The match rule dictated that any missed shot or turnover would result in an immediate exchange of possession, which also neutralized the disadvantage of Zhang Yun泽's height regarding rebounds. A total of ten balls would be played.

"You still have ten minutes. If your so-called boyfriend fails to show up, you'll have to be paired up with Young Master Qiang!" Liu Jin urged while glancing at his watch.

"What? Didn't people say there was a problem with the salt, and only a tiny fraction of it was safe? I bought loads of that ridiculously expensive salt at home!" a local ruffian exclaimed in surprise.

Upon receiving the news, Town Mayor Tai'an of Tai'an Town, Town Mayor Liuyun of Chuanyun Town, and Village Chief Li Liang of Liang Village did not dare to delay. They immediately mustered the few able-bodied men they had left and marched toward Bridge Village, intending to encircle and annihilate Ding Guoguo's forces right there.

Sitting inside the car, Cui Bin was far from idle. He kept touching this and groping that, endlessly praising how wonderful the vehicle was.

The aura overflowing from the pill furnace instantly surged out through the gap as Sumu pushed open the lid. The still-potent medicinal fragrance immediately made Sumu knit his brows; this overflowing aura unexpectedly carried a hint of decay. Upon a closer sniff, his nasal passages stung with a piercing, aching soreness.

"Right, Yuer, for now the priority is finding that child!" Madam Palace also advised. Palace Yu knew that Palace Heqiu was in the heat of anger; the marriage matters could be discussed slowly. Until the imperial decree was issued, there was still a chance—and even if the decree were issued, so what? At worst, she would elope.

Su Yuye also wrapped his arm around Moran's waist, drawing her into his embrace, and curled his lips as he looked at the man opposite them. Their gazes clashed in the air, neither showing any courtesy. Su Yuye was already impatient to head back; these days, Moran had been sticking with Wang Zi all the time, and he was afraid Moran might be reluctant to leave.

Both were speaking in code, exchanging a few rounds of probing wits, until Yan Tianyou finally made it clear that he knew nothing and remembered nothing.

Wang Yikun looked at the CEO, wondering why he was suddenly being complimented. Combined with Jonas's somewhat loud exclamation, many local German officials and industry elites turned their heads.

In that instant, every detail of the children from the past two years flashed across the corridors of memory—including those filled with hatred, misunderstanding, despair, and anguish.