Volume One, Chapter 29: Has Gu Jinyan Been “Possessed by a Ghost”?

Following Jiang Chenyu’s gaze, everyone turned around and noticed several other people standing behind them. Or rather, the entire area was filled with onlookers, but those few individuals clearly wore expressions of wanting to step forward yet lacking the courage to do so. It was evident that their relationship with Chen Ping was not simple.

Hearing her words, Jiang Daming walked over immediately and scolded Jiang Chenyu, "Chenyu, you are becoming more and more outrageous. Let go of your mother at once."

"Please forgive this spectacle, everyone. My daughter has been spoiled rotten by her mother; she acts far too impulsively and without any sense of propriety!" Jiang Daming said, offering an apologetic smile to Gu Jinyan and those around him.

The crowd thought to themselves: You call that recent outburst of cursing "being spoiled"?

Suddenly, someone lunged forward, and Gu Jinyan’s bodyguards instinctively pinned him to the ground. Knowing it was Gu Jinyan’s wedding day, and that someone would be heartless enough to cause a scene, they showed no mercy in their restraint.

"Is that so? Then I shall try again," Feng Chenrui said without looking back. He reignited the fire, clearly determined not to stop until it burned.

In the commotion, Wei Ruonan and Yao Xinman were pulled apart. They glared at each other like two fighting cocks, ready to lunge again at any moment.

Ran Sinian let out a heavy sigh, momentarily speechless. It felt as if a massive boulder were lodged not just in his throat, but in his chest as well.

"Don't worry, I only need you to act as a witness," Ran Sinian said, patting Ma Sicheng on the shoulder to signal him to stay calm.

One look at these people told you they were not ordinary thugs. They had undergone rigorous training, and their strikes were ruthless and lethal.

After Yaoyao left, only Chen Yun and Chi Yan remained on the arena stage. The cheers from the crowd were louder than for any previous match. One was Chi Yan, ranked second on the martial arts leaderboard, and the other was Chen Yun, the dark horse of the competition who had defeated opponents far stronger than himself.

Petelgeuse roared, his body contorting like a spider as he shot out a multitude of black, giant hands. Each one reached out toward the vast horizon, attempting to crush the light falling from the heavens in a single stroke.

"You lot are truly marvelous!" Chen Yun clicked his tongue, unable to help but admire them. He knew that while a physical body could die and a primordial spirit could be preserved, cultivating that spirit was something no ordinary person could achieve.

She knew Wen Lian was not as she appeared on the surface. Ever since returning to the capital, she had worried that Wen Lian would target her. Now that Pei Xuerou was dead, she feared she might be the next to perish.

"What?" Huangpu Yu could not believe it. Gu Yanran had rejected him so directly, so decisively, so firmly! His heart ached intensely in that moment; he could not bear that she would not follow him.

She remembered the Lantern Festival, when Luo Shenyuan had taken her to the temple fair. What a wonderful time that had been. She had leaned against him, his gentle, large hand gripping hers tightly. A table had been piled high with street snacks, including the osmanthus sugar cakes he had bought for her. She could not control her tears; her cheeks were soaked.

Zongzheng Shaoqing was only being polite; he held no regard for such a playboy and waved him away before walking off.

Ye Yun only had a superficial understanding of the "Domain." She knew full well that she would inevitably encounter such fields when facing experts like Mu Jue and Ling Tianyu.

His father was soft-hearted after all. The knots and obsessions in his father's heart had become clear to them the moment he spoke those words.

No wonder Lu Jiaxue had sought him out to handle matters; who else could possibly outmaneuver the new top scholar, Luo Shenyuan?

Baili Guren and Zongzheng Zhaoyan were walking together when she seemed to hear something. She turned back to look, but only a flash of white shadow flickered before her eyes, and she saw nothing else.

"Don't be angry, Seventh Sister. What is there to say to a fool who spends all day talking to dogs? When Father returns, we shall have him raze this courtyard to the ground," Rong Jinxiu said, hurriedly helping Rong Nianhua catch her breath.

It was true. From the Fengxiang Continent down to the Three Realms, who did not know that the young palace master of the First Palace had a loyal Ice Protector by his side? Even though the man had long since married and had children, the Protector was unwilling to give up, asking for no status and no favor—only to stay by his side and watch over him was enough.

At noon, Su Ke, Hua Tianye, and Zhao Hui were at a tea restaurant in a large building. As Su Ke ate her shaved ice, she watched the elegant middle-aged man before her. Even at such a critical juncture, Hua Tianye remained calm and composed, a display of self-restraint and focus that commanded respect.