Volume 1, Chapter 24: I Am Truly Not a Taoist

After exiting the underworld, Chuguang headed toward the recycling shop.

With the great ghost eradicated, the shop should have resumed normal operations.

As Chuguang stepped into the shop, he saw, just as expected, that it was open for business.

He locked eyes with Su Wuyang at the entrance, and suddenly, all his resolve crumbled into ash. He bit his lip, staring at her intently, unable to utter a single word.

Su Yingmei was roused by a call from Lisa. She walked to the bathroom, splashed her face with water, and began to get ready.

At this moment, the imperial procession reached the borders of Langfang. The Governor of Langfang had long since traveled twenty miles outside the city to welcome the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. This official was known for his tact, and he was well aware of the sweltering heat of the autumn season.

"Do we not need to file the divorce papers?" Su Wuyang heard her own voice; it sounded unnervingly rational.

Wang Kai spoke calmly, though he still felt a lingering bitterness. Even though his soul had transmigrated, he was still influenced by the original body, and a sense of sorrow would well up within him whenever he spoke of such things.

"What!?" I looked at him in shock. Become his mistress? Had he lost his mind? People always say that a good horse does not turn back to graze on old grass; how could I possibly go back to being his mistress? It was absolutely preposterous.

The lively atmosphere of the party was thrown into chaos the moment Catherine suddenly collapsed.

After the recent commotion, Zhen Xiaowei’s inner conflict had finally resolved. He stepped forward to take her hand, and Leng Mochen and I saw them off downstairs. Zhen Xiaowei kept insisting that we should visit him often, and I assured him that we certainly would.

Though their exact relationship remained unclear, they had all seen Su Yingmei in the newspapers.

"My love, don't let your imagination run wild. You are my wife; no matter what I do, I would never do anything to hurt you, understand?" Seeing that I was unhappy, Leng Mochen reached out to stroke my face.

Later, Ye Jiarou met the male protagonist, Mo Qinghan. With her personality, she always played a game of push-and-pull, and every time she rejected Mo Qinghan, she used Lu Huai as her excuse.

Before the Sovereign could state his position, Su Zhen had already registered for the exchange delegation in the name of the Rong Consortium, leaving the Cultivation University with nothing more to say.

Qin Fengyi ordered the gold, silver, and provisions to be inventoried and the city's defenses to be reinforced. Only when night fell and the troops were settled, with the wounded being tended to by army surgeons, did Qin Fengyi eat his meal and retire for the night.

Yet, some things were understood by all but could not be spoken—even Xue Tingzhan remained silent, as if he could not fathom the truth behind it.

The Eldest Senior Brother’s throat tightened; he nearly drowned in the starlight of her eyes. Midway through this drowning, he suddenly remembered that he knew how to swim, and quite well at that, so he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a catastrophe.

New Year's Eve dinner had always been a crucial occasion for the transfer of power within the Rong family. With her position in the Rong family secure, Rong Shun’s status rose accordingly.

He had actually always been curious why Shen Yunie cared so much for Qin Jiao. Especially after hearing that Qin Jiao had colluded with the Demon Realm, You Xuan began to harbor suspicions about Shen Yunie.

His lingering gaze traveled from her neck to her shoulders; gods possessed powerful healing abilities, and the hickeys from last night had already vanished.

Chu Nanxing shrugged her shoulders, and after a long moment, she held one hand out in front of her. A red flame formed a magic circle, aimed directly at Su Mofei.

Bi Hong left the table in resentment, her gait unsteady; had it not been for her head maid supporting her, she would have tripped countless times.

"You speak so sentimentally, yet I still know nothing of your true nature. This mask of yours is a testament to your guarded heart." Xia Xinyao cast a glance at Ning Xiao with her autumn-water eyes, her posture one of reproach, which stirred Ning Xiao’s heart.