Volume One, Chapter 60: Divorced

After Li Ruochu signed her name, she carefully folded the agreement and placed it in her bag. Then, she straightened her back, turned around with resolute steps, and walked toward the gate of the Shen family estate, never once looking back at this place filled with painful memories.

In an instant, a series of explosions swept outward in concentric rings, a true carpet-bombing with no blind spots. The young man’s figure slashed out countless sword strikes—at last, he paused, sweat gathering on his forehead. This youth was none other than Han Yi, who had been in seclusion for cultivation but now appeared here.

“Where was I just now?” Ren Fei interrupted, and Geng Le suddenly couldn’t recall what he’d wanted to say.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Chu Yun, and they saw his complexion had grown rosy, a flush of blood coloring his face. His lips, once pale and dry, were now brilliantly red.

Tofu Flower let out a roar, clearly dissatisfied with the oppressive atmosphere here. Using both paws and feet, it struggled to climb out of the pit, but the 'soft' ground made its movements awkward.

This ‘big brother’ had a face weathered by the passage of time, with eyes that carried the memory of things long dead and a deep exhaustion beneath them, his expression always tinged with weariness.

Li Gang stared at the scene before him, utterly stunned! He thought to himself, What in the world is going on? The apocalypse? It seems my mind is a bit muddled—sleep deprivation truly is the enemy of good skin. Maybe I should rest a bit longer. When I wake up, the hospital will be filled with nurses in miniskirts, perfect teeth, strong stomach, flawless skin.

It was always like this—they harbored their own thoughts and dreams, and Tang Zeng now needed to turn those dreams into action.

But as he gazed at the figures of the demon generals in the Demon Hall, he ruthlessly suppressed such fantasies. Though he was indeed the master of the city shaped by fate, sometimes, events simply weren’t his to decide.

At this moment, Xiao Ruoan’s soul finally returned. She kept her eyes closed, breathing heavily, then exhaled a long sigh.

“However, it’s unfortunate—the night is about to fall, so they’re getting anxious. They want to strike together and eliminate the main threat first!” Ling Ke smiled faintly as she spoke.

Li Batian, who seemed as calm as an immortal, maintained his composure for barely three seconds before a mischievous grin crept onto his face. His body wobbled, and he nearly tumbled off the tree.

Qin Se truly wanted to shout in praise for Gu Jingyuan’s shamelessness—she had never met a man more brazen than him.

That strike just now, she hadn’t really put in much strength. After all, Su Qing was nothing but a cripple; killing her easily would have been letting her off too lightly. She hadn’t expected Su Qing to dodge with such ease.

But this animation experience room clearly lacked the narrative guidance of a proper story; it began straight at the emotional climax, trying to move the audience to tears—a feat that was far from easy.

“Hey, that’s enough!” About an hour later, when everyone had slipped into a state of emptiness and was resting, a sudden shout startled them all awake.

Atop the tower, golden light suddenly flashed! From the eighteenth floor, it was as if lanterns had been lit within the tower, layer by layer, cascading downward like sacred light, illuminating the base.

“You truly are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my fate,” A Xing said gravely—not with hostility, but with admiration.

Lan Buyuan remained silent for a moment. She knew well that Yu Lingxiao wasn’t offering her an easy way out. Perhaps Huang Shu reminded Yu Lingxiao of his former self, before Yu Tianhen twisted his heart. Back then, Yu Lingxiao was a child of destiny, and surely he had dreamed of how to govern his realm into prosperity and splendor.