Chapter 58: Offering Oneself in Devotion

As the saying goes, "bad news travels fast," and the news of Lu Yu's marital discord stirred up a thousand waves.

Although Lu Yu promptly released a statement explaining the reasons behind it, that is simply how the internet works—nobody cares about the truth, only the impact.

"It's not boring. Reading the newspaper and tending to flowers makes the day pass by, but if I could have a great-grandson to look after, life would be even more vibrant." Lei Shaotang gave her a meaningful look and said softly.

If that were the case, then the people outside must belong to Nangong Jin! But how did he find out she was here?

Upon seeing this, Nanny Su suddenly let out a muffled laugh, her already strange voice becoming even more eerie as pain distorted it.

Nearly a thousand bandits were almost completely wiped out by a stronghold called the Chu Stronghold. The remaining three thousand troops of the Meng-Bai alliance tucked their tails between their legs and fled back to their mountain, making the Chu Stronghold famous throughout the Taihang Mountains.

Having spoken at some length, she looked somewhat weary. Intending to give the two of them some privacy to catch up, she walked into the inner parlor.

As for the person she mentioned called Hongxue, I was even more familiar with her—Ouyang Hongxue, someone embedded so deeply in my bones that I knew her inside and out. Unfortunately, at that moment, I was too dizzy and muddled to even make out her figure clearly.

Well, she ought to feel happy. She had just acquired a formidable bodyguard. Mentally ruminating on this, Wu'ai shook her head, finding it amusing to quietly lampoon the situation. Perhaps this kind of friendship was truly worth cherishing.

"But how can I not remember anything? Could it be that I was in an accident?" Although she could not remember a thing, her basic common sense remained intact.

They had left the Scholar Flower three hours ago. If they flew for another hour or two, they would break out of the forest. They chose a decent spot to rest temporarily.

"This sir, please wait a moment." One of the servants scurried over, bowing and scraping to greet Wang Fan, and somehow managed to scrounge up a plate of fruit to place before him.

The players of the Asskickers United guild had all returned to the city to rest and regroup. Nie Yan thought to himself that since the battle was over, he should head back to Calore first.

Having Karls address him as "Demon Hunter" or "Great Scholar" every single time felt rather awkward to Nie Yan, but this was a setting mandated by the system's mainframe, where titles had to be placed as a prefix before the name.

The only reason this steamship was able to cross Tokyo Bay and safely arrive at the harbor was because it was not carrying "Ghost Skull" evolved beings, but rather creatures of the same kind as the ghost beasts—and powerful ones at that.

"Not necessarily," Di Qing said with a smile, shaking his head. "If you are willing to learn, I can impart everything I know. With Sir Sanlang's brilliance, I believe it is entirely possible that one day he will lead an army to trample Helan Mountain and capture Li Liangzuo." Helan Mountain lay right within the borders of Western Xia.

"This prince is giving you an order, did you not understand?" Chen Jiu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as he looked at the birdman.

Many people were momentarily stunned, casting their gazes toward him, while others revealed thoughtful expressions.

Once Shi Ling swallowed the "King's Talisman," he would be bound to the "Demon Emperor's Palace" for the rest of his life. If he refused to swallow it now, there was no doubt he would leave this place with his life forfeit.

Therefore, when all was said and done, the only ones with a real chance were still the Sirius Society, the Netherworld Assembly, and the Blood Eagle Guild.

After Uncle Qian left, Lin Yang led Gao Ming, who had been hiding in the house, downstairs and climbed into the black Highlander parked below.

At that moment, seeing this, the old man slowly rose and walked over. Lu Yunqing could not help but notice him; the old man's gait was very peculiar, seemingly falling in exact rhythm with Lu Yunqing's heartbeat. With every step he took, the frequency matched Lu Yunqing's pulse precisely.

Di Wuwen clenched his fist tightly, trying to stem the flow of blood from his hand. With his other unharmed hand, he slowly picked up a broken string that had fallen from the zither's body and brought it before his eyes. His melancholic gaze carried a trace of sorrow, as though he were looking upon an old friend who had already passed away.