Chapter 63: The Monkey Great Sage, Wukong!

Stepping through the path cleared by the retreating crowd, Ning Haolong walked right up to Su Tianyao. He extended a hand with utmost gentlemanly grace, his face brimming with deep affection, waiting only for her to take his hand so everyone could burst into applause and celebration.

Regarding the death of Tanaka, who had been disguised as a merchant, Nanako Minami suspected it might have been the work of the Yellow Gate operating under the command of the Inoue Mansion, framed to cast the blame on the Axe Gang. This deduction was entirely convincing to Eiichi Iwai.

Taking a deep breath of the savory aroma drifting from the kitchen, Ling Wei let it warm her heart before she pulled out her vibrating phone and checked the text message sent by Mobei.

Furthermore, she had just heard Wild Chicken mention that Dou Zhanlong's blood could neutralize venom—specifically cobra venom—which only deepened her curiosity.

Zhao Yunhong's desire to marry Luo Libin was initially met with opposition from her parents. Headstrong and defiant, she went so far as to bypass their consent entirely and traveled alone straight to Luo Libin's home.

Ye Yu journeyed all the way toward Xi'an with Yang Xuesheng, unaware that Zhu Yuanzhang had originally intended to dispatch the Embroidered Uniform Guard to secretly monitor their movements. However, before the plan could be put into action, the emperor was bogged down by other matters.

Treading upon the crimson light as if stepping on a soft, fluffy white cloud, Lin Feng drifted slowly toward the massive ship as the red radiance gradually receded.

Tong Xinyuan fell silent. Even investigative reporters had been unable to uncover the details of Wu Qi's family background. She had never heard him speak of his family, and this was the very first time she was hearing mention of his father.

"Hold on, I'll take this cup of Earthly Paradise." Just then, a man's lazy voice rang out, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet bar.

In truth, Li Jinglong was someone who held a grudge. Back at Moyao's Mid-Autumn Festival bride-selection event, Lan Qing had splashed a basin of water directly over him on the spot. He had regarded that incident as a deep humiliation. Most importantly, Crown Prince Zhu Biao's clear favoritism toward Lan Qing's handling of the situation had filled Li Jinglong with lingering resentment.

The Golden Crow's body kept soaring upward, while the wind-wheel formed by the sweeping tail behind Muxue spun with even greater urgency.

Cultivators from all directions were utterly astounded by Xiao Rang's sword strike. Lotus sword intent was renowned for its speed, yet it had been completely shattered by a single immortal sword! Fortunately, Li Cailian had deployed sixty-four sword forms; had she used only thirty-eight, she might well have been defeated by that thunderous blow right then and there.

The second day passed much the same, with no anomalies occurring. The third and fourth days followed suit, except that around noon on the fourth day, a returning disciple began chuckling incessantly.

"With your pathetic strength, you still harbor illusions of sweeping through the Zhiyuan Hall? Ha! I, Dong Yiping, stand by my own actions. If you want, feel free to go find the boss of your ordinary class—I'll gladly take you on!" Dong Yiping raised his chin toward Dai An, his eyes flashing with a fierce glare.

"I originally wanted to visit you sister-in-law sooner, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest. Hearing that you've fully recovered, and happening to pass by today, I dropped in to take a look. It seems the rumors are true after all," Yuchi Su said with a gentle smile that radiated warmth.

Wang Zhuo nodded to himself, pondering: What a pity, her father is not here. A marriage of this magnitude will still have to wait until we reach the south to be finalized.

Yet no one could have anticipated that the Battle of Verdun would ultimately devolve into a war of attrition and entrenched positions, resulting in nearly one million casualties on both sides. Because of the horrific toll, it came to be known as a slaughterhouse and a living hell.