Chapter 141: Getting Married?

Lin Lu forced himself to speak, “Then you haven’t agreed either? If you haven’t agreed, it doesn’t count.”

Xu Yancheng: “……”

So even if someone insults him, he still has to agree?

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Xu Yancheng immediately dragged Lin Lu into the office.

“Stay put and behave...”

He wouldn’t give up; he believed there must be some path or bridge leading across. All that remained was for him to search. He had come to understand that if the Golden Radiant Pattern were so easily captured, it wouldn’t be of such exceptional quality.

The ancestral master watched his owner closely, but the owner treated him this way. The master grew anxious, worrying that because he wore a veil, his owner had not recognized him.

They had taught Yun Yu to recognize this character, but even now, due to his insufficient forging cultivation, he could not attempt to craft it. Not to mention Yun Yu, who had yet to study the art of forging.

Yet, just as he was about to launch another attack on the weaker griffin beast, the extraordinary-grade griffin suddenly lunged at him. Luckily, he swung his sword with all his might, blocking the sudden deadly strike.

Thick white clouds drifted in from the distant sky. The clouds, pure and clean, looked nothing like ordinary floating clouds. Gradually, the massive cloud layer darkened half the sky, casting a shadow over half the land as if it were a gloomy day, while the other half remained bright as a sunny day.

The man in black, seeing the sky serpent motionless for a long time, suddenly flickered his body and, with a splash, plunged into the river stained red with the serpent’s blood. Zhao Ming watched the man’s actions with confusion. After waiting a while without seeing him resurface, he decided to leave.

Chen Feng’s heart grew increasingly anxious; sweat had unknowingly trickled down his forehead. Even the palms of his hands were drenched with nervous sweat.

Listening to their master recount this hidden history of Sunset Peak, Zhao Ming and Lei Liang already had tears streaking down their faces.

Several large venomous snakes twisted their bodies and, moments later, writhed and slithered vigorously once more.

Yun Yu had only overheard the three junior servants discussing the battle competition on the road and paid their entrance fees on their behalf—that was clear proof.

On the other hand, Ling Hao, who had no direct connections, was able to guess much of the following content because he was familiar with every immortal artifact of Shangguan Zhiqiong.

Li Zhong hurriedly ordered someone to take those two “clowns” away. He lowered his head and stood to the side, waiting to be scolded.

“Do you think I harbor ill intentions?” King Li suddenly asked. Though the question might harm their relationship, a faint smile still played at his lips. Yet, the fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes did not escape Cang Jiuyao’s notice.

Lu Jiufeng, hearing Ling Hao’s firm decision, gave up resisting, knowing Ling Hao’s resolve was unwavering. He could only find a stone block nearby, squat down, and stare blankly as Ling Hao began to prepare the terrifying array.

For the underworld ghosts, moments of slackness were once-in-a-thousand-year opportunities. Even a fleeting instant was more than enough.

But after some thought, it was just a few WeChat red envelopes—he could afford to send those himself. Nothing worth worrying about! After all, kindhearted Hong Shi had gifted him so many assets.

And so, Xu Wuyou continued collecting the chaotic earth without the slightest intention of stopping, leaving the succulent plant completely unable to make a sound.

That day, Tao Ran stayed right there. Tian Meng had many things to do and planned to rest well that night, promising to go feast with Tao Ran the next day.

At the edge of the Black Cloud Palace’s gate, a group of white-horned humanoids stepped out quietly, careful not to make any loud noises for fear of disturbing Han Dong and Hong Yu.