Volume 1, Chapter 31: Did You Take the Wrong Medicine?

Lu Yunduan felt his heart racing as the sword pressed against his throat, terrified that Li Di might lose his temper and decapitate him.

"Father-in-law, please, let me explain."

"That I have fallen into this predicament is entirely your doing. You truly are a fine son-in-law to me."

Upon hearing Tong Tian's words, Kelson finally understood everything; the previous competition of "falling rain and taking root" was merely a performance, a ruse to deceive everyone.

Clang! The blade of the long sword struck the arrowhead, and as if it were brittle wood, the martial energy on the sword shattered instantly, leaving countless cracks across the blade.

"Although Huang Tian left a step ahead, he left behind Hou Tu. Do you still not understand why this universe cannot produce a god? I have devoured Hou Tu!" The laughter drifted slowly through the air.

At this very moment, the members of the various sects, who had rushed over in a frenzy expecting a show, began to curse and shout in anger.

It took a great deal of effort for Lei Chen to soothe Helena, but looking at her resentful gaze, he felt he had lost his chance.

"Alien artifacts are just like that; you'll get used to it." Lan Duoduo took the screwdriver, crouched down, and continued with the repairs.

Gao Qing turned to head back to his dormitory, shaking his head to himself. He wondered how Lan Lan was doing and decided to pay a visit to Room 114.

Everyone sprang into action, spending the better part of the day moving everything they needed for food and daily life from the supermarket to their dorms.

One against fifty thousand, holding them off for ten minutes—the difficulty of this mission was far from ordinary.

Gao Qing shifted his gaze away from his opponent and began observing his surroundings; it was his first time here, after all, and everything felt somewhat strange and wondrous.

"Immortal Lord Zifeng, I don't understand, I don't understand. Why? I am Han Ming; I am not Immortal Lord Zifeng. But why do those memories from before feel as if I experienced them myself? Why?" Han Ming could not help but shout at the Immortal Lord Zifeng within his mind.

But Ye Chen already knew what kind of scarred heart lay beneath that strong exterior.

In an instant, the blood-colored eye on Qin Ya's forehead snapped open, and a flash of crimson light, accompanied by a chilling killing intent, permeated the air, causing Qin Ya's aura to surge violently.

The remaining people were all ancient monsters who had cultivated for millions of years; how could they not grasp the gravity of the situation? Without the slightest hesitation, they unleashed their most powerful Daoist arts, bombarding Zongsheng with a relentless barrage.

"From today on, tell the clan members not to offend Qin Ya. If there is an opportunity, spare no cost to win him over. The weight of a seventh-grade alchemist is enough to significantly bolster the family's foundation," the Su family ancestor said, his eyes gleaming.

"Mengke, hand the storage ring to me," Chen Yun said, while secretly sending a telepathic message to Xiao Mengke.

"Do you like General Fan very much?" Biyu could not describe the feeling in her heart, so she could only ask in a numb, hollow voice.

The person on the river was so outstanding, so gifted with talent—he had originally belonged to her, but Lin Yan'er had used her own hands to create a chasm, pushing their relationship further and further apart.

The music stopped, and the people ceased their chatter, holding their breath as they watched the bride and groom gazing soulfully at each other on stage. The packed hall fell into absolute silence.

When evening came, Dong Ru and the children would lie down as usual, and only after finishing all the chores would Wei Qilang enter the room to rest.

Upon coming out, An Qingcheng hurried into the car and turned the air conditioning to its maximum setting.

Chen Ze found nothing in the next two rooms. They appeared to be storage for medicinal ingredients used in alchemy; the moment Chen Ze pushed the doors open, the herbs, which had weathered an unknown amount of time, crumbled into dust and billowed toward him.