Chapter 91: When Will the Wedding Take Place

The conversation suddenly shifted to Su Qingli. She looked up in confusion, completely bewildered when her name was called.

“Huh?”

Di Yunshen took over, saying, “She can only stay in the Di Corporation. If she goes anywhere else, I won’t feel at ease.”

Turning back, Di Yunshen patted Su Qingli’s head. “This has nothing to do with you. Just keep watching…”

At this point, Jia Ju was speaking, and Hu Shuntang recalled a story old Saltmaster once told about Jian Nanchun. Among geomancers who appreciate fine liquor, Jian Nanchun was called “Sweet Wine of Western Sichuan,” and belonged to the strong-aroma daqu baijiu variety.

Wei Xuanyu slowly shifted his body away, and that devilish face of Ishida reappeared before his eyes—not with a twisted grin, but with anger, as if he used that anger to mask the fear welling up within.

Du Yuesong’s stern expression made Yu Feng somewhat uneasy. Still, what concerned him more was what matter so occupied his master’s heart—something that had lingered for so many years and could not be dispelled.

Su Jin’s mouth twitched a few times. Was it really worth getting so worked up? Yet, after four years, this servant could still recognize him.

Wei Daxun and Wang Wanqing looked at Zang Qingyi, who avoided their gaze and, together with Shura, closely followed the Yaksha King.

“Come with me.” Nangong Yuhan’s lips curled in satisfaction at Tu Baobao’s reply.

In an instant, two more people were struck—both in the legs, so they fell to their knees and could not rise.

A starving zombie, clutching a grenade in its mouth, had just gotten up, cocked its head, and swallowed the grenade whole. As soon as it reached its throat, it exploded, shattering its upper body into pieces.

“Don’t ask me about these brain-racking things. Just call it whatever you like,” Yu Feng said, clearly famished after a day’s running, his mind only on food.

When the soldiers posted at the watchtower caught sight of the massive fleet through their binoculars, that was his first reaction.

Feng Yimo paid it no mind, seized her wrist, rolled up her sleeve, and gently squeezed.

Upon seeing the scene unfold, the Nationalist troops fell into complete chaos. All their strategies exhausted, they could not withstand the ferocious assault of the Vanguard Army and began to retreat in all directions.

“Hey, seriously, are you really not planning to stay in Xuanyuan?” Han Qiming put away his usual grin and asked solemnly.

Xie Ying said, “If you have an opinion, speak plainly. Don’t beat around the bush. If others play deaf and mute, your efforts will be wasted.”

Then, a heart-wrenching dog’s howl sounded from outside the cave, and a giant snowball tumbled from the mouth of the cave downwards.

Signs of massive explosions were everywhere; swathes of forested mountains had completely collapsed. Only cultivators of celestial rank or higher could accomplish such destruction. Amidst the shattered cliffs and ruined hills, blood and bones of all kinds were strewn everywhere.

Xie Xiong said, “I know you have bronchitis, so you don’t dare nod! Why not call your wife and ask for her permission?”

First, a great number of Japanese troop ships docked, but the carriers and warships remained at a distance, as the Vanguard Army had requested—afraid the enemy might seize the opportunity to meddle.

While listening to the white-haired elder speak, he registered a Phoenix Family identity in the side hall and received a Phoenix Family identity token.

“This zombie seems to be from a wealthy family in Renjia Town. Someone named Mama Di took the job of transporting the body, but lost the zombie a few days ago. When it reappeared, it had already turned into this.” Wang Jin’s words were naturally meant to sow discord and accuse Mama Di.

He knew full well how difficult it would be to win back everything he had lost. But to give up so easily—he simply could not accept it.