Chapter 114: To Marry a Wife, One Must Win Over Grandma

Springwater Family of the Nineties Listening to the Rain Among the Hall of Magnolia 1271 words 2026-04-10 09:09:30

Days passed swiftly amid fulfilling busyness, and before long, the end of the month arrived. The exploration of the famed springs concluded, and the filming was nearing its final stages.

Before the documentary wrapped, admission letters from prestigious universities began arriving one after another. Lin Xiyu received hers as well—admitted to the English Department of East China Normal University.

Director Du and the others were genuinely delighted for her and deliberately scheduled the last day of filming at her grandmother’s home, claiming it was to give her a day filled with meaningful memories.

As the scope expanded, almost instantaneously everyone was enveloped within that immense aura of energy.

Ye Feng emerged from Su Yingxue’s estate without glancing at the three people or acknowledging their calls, walking away directly.

However, when Tong Youyu’s subordinates saw the pouch in his hand, woven from Qingchen silkworm threads, their expressions shifted simultaneously before they exchanged uneasy glances.

“Is this the Longcheng Rinpoche who displayed the secret power of our concealed teachings so dramatically today in the square?” The Dalai Lama’s voice carried a hint of thin disbelief.

Charlie’s judgment had been correct. According to an assassin’s nature, one would never cease pursuit without securing the target. Yet he miscalculated one thing—Kang Mang Ang was not a professional killer; he was merely a mercenary, dabbling casually without much concern for professional ethics.

“Oh my god, Boss, how did you manage to make him your servant? You must be kidding! Back in the day, he was absolutely dazzling, and when he disappeared, we all thought he was dead!” Su Tu’s eyes were wide with disbelief.

Twenty years ago, Long left Infinite City, transforming from the man radiating golden light to the black-clad figure before them now.

As night fell, everyone took turns resting. Having been robbed of her share, Ye Susu found an excuse. “An empty stomach makes it impossible to focus on the watch.” So she slipped into the main tent and fell asleep without a word.

“Brother Wu, this was your idea—everything from now on follows my plan.” At this moment, Lian Sheng felt a surge of fortunate relief; if they couldn’t subdue the indomitable Wu, he feared they would be at a loss.

More than ten vines, each thick with dense wood element energy, converged on Kang Mang Ang. He immediately discerned their composition; ordinary branches would never be so tough—only those formed from wood elemental essence could launch such a formidable attack.

It was clear that after Su Yi’s three seconds of appraisal, every hair on her body stood on end, her heart gripped by terror.

Perhaps emboldened by their numbers and knowing their allies had already arrived outside, the guards’ expressions no longer bore the earlier reverence toward the two.

Unexpectedly, Blue Dye underestimated the strength of Ichigo Kurosaki and the others, whose abilities were mediocre at best; he had never taken them seriously.

He had always believed appraisal was a complicated process, unaware that Master Huo Ning, upon receiving her dagger, had already roughly gauged its attack power, speed, endurance, and all other metrics.

Listening to the eerie wails, Lan Ying’s younger brother hurriedly struck a match. Just as the lamp was lit, a sudden gust blew out both the flame and the match, chillingly sweeping past their faces before fading away.

The reason the place was abandoned was that the terrain suddenly subsided, causing the entire cave to sink underground, making it inconvenient.

“Control achieved?” Carla glanced at Professor X with some doubt, but he merely smiled faintly.

Su Tianci angrily smashed an antique vase at home. He had invested so much effort and money into this matter, only to end up with nothing. Worst of all, he didn’t even know whom to blame.

“Soul-Devouring Barrier!” A barrier composed of countless black souls appeared around it.

And Moming’s blatant march toward the Tagore Desert was essentially announcing to the entire Gamma Empire that there was a mysterious flame hidden within the Tagore Desert.