Chapter 73: Bearing the Surname Su

The Grand Tutor stared at the parchment in his hand; despite having lived for several decades, it was a sight he had never before witnessed.

"What is this?" the Grand Tutor asked.

"This is a pre-marital... ahem, this is a pledge of allegiance," Su Tang replied.

The Grand Tutor’s whiskers trembled slightly.

Su Tang, as if oblivious, continued, "To share the same quilt in life and the same grave in death, to have only Su Tang as my one woman; should I fail this, I shall be penniless, and all offspring shall bear the surname 'Su'."

"For the rest of my life, I shall have no concubines, no chambermaids, and no mistresses. I shall have only one wife, Su Tang, and one daughter."

Yun Chi, who had always disliked being approached by others, allowed her to hold his hand. Once inside the room, he was guided to a chair and seated.

The owner of the tentacles discovered the python and its rage escalated to a new level. Ignoring Meng Qi entirely, it released its hold and threw all its tentacles toward the serpent.

Yun Chi followed behind. Beyond the tunnel, he discovered a hollow space concealed by a canyon.

Zheng Changdong remained highly vigilant. He lifted Ji Yanmo’s head, and only after confirming several times that he was truly unconscious did he clap his hands. Suddenly, several men appeared in the private room.

Wang Hua gasped for air, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at the soldiers behind him—their faces pale, yet gritting their teeth and refusing to retreat a single step—and hardened his heart.

Jun Wuji’s ink-jade eyes rested gently and softly upon Chu Xiangsi. He raised his hand and stroked her hair.

Lu You was bewildered. A family? He didn't feel his relationship with Nezha had reached that point yet, did he?

Moreover, when it came to the art of thunder, among those in the Taoist Association, only Daoist Qingyuan of the Qingwei Sect was worthy of Lei Chen’s notice. The Qingwei Sect excelled in thunder techniques, and Daoist Qingyuan’s cultivation was near the early stage of Qi Refining, comparable to Lei Chen’s. As for the members of other sects, they did not practice thunder arts; they struggled to even perform a basic Palm Thunder, let alone compete.

On the Amitabha Ancient Star, a colossal golden figure opened its eyes. The gaze revealed auspicious radiance and compassion for all living beings. This colossal figure was none other than the ancient ancestor of the Amitabha Star Domain, the Amitabha Ancient Buddha!

The boss handed a business card to Gao Qing. "You can call this number." Without giving the four of them a chance to ask questions, he turned and headed upstairs.

"Father, this matter..." Watching the four figures depart, Yang Xiu could not help but express his concern, but before he could finish, Yang Biao cut him off.

Maizi instantly bristled, grabbed her son, and turned to leave. This man was a rogue, spouting nonsense and corrupting her son with his gibberish.

As they reached the crucial point, Tang Wei’s face lit up, brimming with joy.

As her breathing grew slightly heavier, even without lifting her gaze to look at the shadow, Chen Han felt something in the air. Within her line of sight, a familiar figure emerged, albeit slightly blurred.

Upon discovering that the fellow competitor was a Chinese athlete, Polos felt a desire to test his strength. Although it was only a qualifying round, the sheer volume—thirty-six arrows per round, seventy-two in total—truly put an athlete’s overall capability to the test.

Yet, they had never imagined that the semi-natural and semi-artificial could be combined so beautifully.

"Then I, Luo Qinghan, shall thank you all in advance." Luo Qinghan offered a gentle smile, though it did not reach his eyes.

Although Liu Bei’s losses would not be small—perhaps even heavier than Cao Cao’s—how could a rabble of soldiers compare to Cao Cao’s battle-hardened lion-hearted army?

Zou Man had only heard of the fame of the Yangyang Sports Center and had come to do some training to see if she could show any improvement.

The black-clad messenger placed the pregnancy test report into his hand. Luo Qinghan stared at the document, afraid to miss a single detail.

"The invitation says one may attend at will, so I intend to take it as I please. Depending on the situation, I might not go. No one dictates that one must respond just because an invitation was sent. Politeness is something that can be ignored at times," Lin Feng said.