Chapter 114: A Tug-of-War

The paparazzi hired by Yuan Yao'er to tail Yuan Xiangdie finally proved their worth, clicking away and capturing photo after photo.

"We’re going to strike it rich this time. That woman promised 150 per shot."

With multiple angles and clear shots of the man’s face, every single frame was prime material for a scandal.

"Stop spouting nonsense. You aren't happy with him. I just want to take you away."

"I am very happy. He didn't force me; this was all my own choice."

Yuan Xiangdie felt a genuine headache coming on. Why was it so impossible to get through to him? Even the nicknames they used to share had now become...

Blade of Chaotic Spacetime: A dimensional blade formed by fusing the powers of time and space. It exerts immense influence over both, capable of slicing and tearing through reality. Currently, due to insufficient power, its effective range is limited to a hundred-meter radius. It consumes a massive amount of energy and carries significant side effects, such as dizziness and other adverse physical states.

Returning to the inn, A-Zhi took a shower and fell straight to sleep. He hadn't expected an encounter with Team Rocket to turn into such a turning point. It seemed he could now travel in peace without worrying about the organization's logistics.

The sudden arrival of Goode at Pirate’s Paradise was unexpected for Wang Xuan. However, he was certain that Goode wouldn't visit without a reason; there was likely some major matter requiring his help or some other pressing concern.

A thunderous collision echoed as the Ten-Colored Divine Dragon and the fused Werewolf both stumbled back hundreds of meters. Wang Xuan watched in astonishment; the Ten-Colored Divine Dragon’s previous strike had once punched a massive hole through the Armor of the Pirate God, which had only recovered after being nourished by the blood of the Pirate Emperor, Alonso.

"Whew." Luo Si sighed in frustration. Failing to coordinate a second strike with the team, she realized her aim still lacked the necessary precision.

Along the way, the usually talkative Mu Lejin remained silent, looking deeply troubled. Since Murong Qingran was never one for words, the atmosphere grew as heavy as the air before a storm.

Hearing the skeleton’s words, Lu Wuchen had only one thought: "Perhaps I will never discover the existence of such energy in this lifetime..."

Cang Xue stood by, his handsome face long since turned cold. Murong Qingran was his future wife; if it weren't for her, he would have killed that man long ago just for being a male in her presence.

"Patriarch, take care of your health. Ya'er will not fail your command." With that, Ya'er turned and walked toward the military camp gate.

The two struggled inside the carriage, causing it to shake violently. The subordinate driving the carriage gulped hard; that man had offended the Sect Master—could he possibly escape unscathed?

He observed Wu Cong in secret, casting a side glance at Huang Dongxuan as well. Neither man raised any objections to the clearly unfair arrangements, yet the envoy from the Shu army spoke up on their behalf. It was obvious the Shu army had no intention of letting the Yanzhou troops lead the vanguard.

Over time, the captives had grown accustomed to this life. Many of their relatives had simply moved to the Qiongshan military camp so they could at least keep an eye on them from a distance.

Upon hearing Consort Su Xi’s instructions, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had no intention of coming along, or he would have had to scramble for an excuse to refuse.

This was the first time Tang Yurou had ever spoken in such a way, leaving them too stunned to utter a word.

Watching Lin Feng board that Rolls-Royce Phantom, Zhang Boyang ordered his hired ride-share driver to follow closely behind.

"Head to the Yuan estate. It’s time for the Shen family to have some joyous news." Shen Zhongnan clutched his chest. His son’s haggard appearance mirrored his own, but he hoped that a marriage might change their luck and bring them a stable life ahead.

Tang Yuqing was truly disgusted by Sun Hanchen’s wretchedness. She knew he was vile, but she hadn't expected him to be this depraved.

After browsing for a long time without finding anything suitable, she was about to head back when a garment in a display window suddenly caught her eye.

Calyrex acknowledged that while it possessed the power of bountiful grace, it could not manipulate crops to grow in whatever direction it desired at will.