Chapter 23

Remarrying My Ex’s Father The queen is not at home. 1958 words 2026-04-13 11:27:11

Within Demon City, cries of panic and desperate pleas for help echoed in all directions. At the distant sight of the silver whirlwind, everyone turned and fled without a moment’s hesitation, utterly devoid of the will to resist. The impact of that previous strike was far more than the simple obliteration of the Eighteen Demon Cities—it had left the remaining demonic cultivators completely stupefied.

At the same time, under the orchestration of powerful factions, every mobile phone, computer, and public electronic billboard began broadcasting footage of Lin Yun’s group and Lin Yun’s slaughter of those cultivators.

Having spent many years with Zhu Haoran, they knew full well he was capable of such deeds.

At this moment, he was wholly immersed in his epiphany, his eyes fixed intently upon the stone pillar ahead, twin flames blazing within his gaze.

“Brother Lin Yi, if you wish to find a master, you could take my father as your teacher. He’s far better than this man. What do you say?” At this, Zhang Haoran looked at Lin Yun, his eyes flashing with sharp intelligence.

Even Butterfly was momentarily stunned. To be honest, she’d known Su Chen might buy a villa, but never expected he’d purchase three at once.

Half a day slipped by in an instant. The elixirs on the Cosmic Exchange System had already been purchased, and Lin Yun took them with a swift motion.

In the countryside, any family with few brothers was easily bullied. Yet Guan Hongda, all alone, had established such a vast estate, dominating the entire village and earning renown for miles around. Few could match such ability, and this was one of the reasons Guan Xiaojun admired his grandfather so deeply.

“Outrageous! To think you’d keep such a dangerous matter from me—now it’s over!” Upon learning Anna had perished, and at the hands of the Godslayer Crossbow, even Elder Juan, usually mild-tempered, could not hold back his anger. Under the Godslayer Crossbow, not even a corpse would remain.

Now, his task was to merge the four sacred combat techniques—Spring Spiral, Summer Deity, Autumn Dragon, and Winter Destruction—into a single, even more powerful technique.

An actor might be playing bit parts one moment, and the next, find success and fame soaring beyond reach—by then, their price would be far beyond your means.

Jun Sakurai walked ahead, not looking at Lingyin Sakura, content as long as he knew she followed and could hear him.

Three million shielded soldiers, protected by Golden Cicada Armor, now felt a surge of confidence. In grand formation, they marched toward the Beast King.

Wang Hou sighed and gently pressed Liu Kang’s backside, prompting Liu Kang to cry out and beg for mercy.

After the VC competition concluded, they obtained firsthand information about every member of the VC team.

Hearing Chu Han’s words, Zhou Feifei was momentarily at a loss. He couldn’t say exactly what was amiss, only that Twin Trees’ courage was truly extraordinary.

Then he saw Dongshan Naiyo pull out a heap of snacks from under the coffee table and begin munching as she watched TV, which struck him as rather odd.

The world’s greatest river system in the backyard of Wang Hou’s home had, after years of meticulous adjustment, come to include replicas of the largest rivers in the land. All of these had been painstakingly crafted by Hong Lie and several junior brothers with the simplest of tools.

“We’ll have to think of more ways. After all, people are alive—if our methods are too few, we can’t guarantee absolute safety,” Tang Yuwei remarked.

Duke Zhou’s hospitality brought the world to his heart—such flattery soared to the heavens and another realm entirely. No wonder Chancellor Cao laughed so heartily.

Fan Zheng was a management scholar, not a civil engineer. Though meticulous, he had never noticed that this building concealed a secret chamber.

Grinding his teeth, Lin Nuofan made his decision, called Yan Mofeng, and asked him to reveal the secret within the raw stone.

“Whether his ship sinks or not has nothing to do with me,” Shen Mingyi said, not feeling any connection to Yang Dingyuan’s downfall. The only link was Duan Xiyuan—if he died, there would be no connection at all.

Because of the gray-robed man’s arrival, Scarface escaped punishment from Leng Yue Rushuang. In truth, she was planning to take advantage of the chaos herself, so she couldn’t be too harsh on Scarface and the others. Thus, amid confusion, the matter was glossed over.

With a “whoosh,” the bedroom lights went out. Apparently, the so-called royal was retiring for the night. The Tibetans, unable to restrain themselves, were the first to charge, only to be met by the City Defense Intelligence Battalion. In an instant, both sides clashed.

More than four hundred people burst into tears. The Red Orchid House was their home, their very foundation. If it were burned to the ground, they would have no way to survive.

Though Liu Fengyi was proud, she had to admit, upon closer inspection, that the power of this barrier was beyond her ability to break through.

Su Xunxiang, flattered by his praise, couldn’t help but feel pleased. Any lingering resentment melted away.

Feigning concern for Zhu Puyu’s condition, she asked after him while simultaneously bending down to retrieve a spoon from under the table, all to show her “sincerity.”

Lin Fan and his companions hid in a dilapidated temple, watching as rain the size of beads crashed to the earth, raising ripples in its wake.

After pondering for a long while, Ralts floated in midair, hands on hips with a look of smug pride, as if to say, “Could I be a genius?”

As their positions switched, a terrifying purple fang reappeared, and a gaping maw snapped shut, swallowing the fire-skulled decoy whole.

“Brother, I still want to sleep with Grandma,” Lin Yue shook her head. She was already used to being with her grandmother.

“I’ll take her away first,” Wen Jingsi interjected, seeing Li Rui on the verge of losing control. Without another word, he led her outside.

Her face went pale. She lifted a corner of her sleeve, drew a sharp-spouted teapot embedded in her chest, and placed the two relics she held onto the ground before stepping back a few paces.