The Young Matriarch-Chapter 1311: The Tianyi Alliance, the Sect Destroyed by Bai Chuwei Herself!
Hualing squeezed into the crowd holding Leng Xueqin.
All Hualing could think was damn, don’t they know about wedding night?
Suddenly there was an alarm all over the courtyard, his clothes were off, and his senior sister insisted he quickly get dressed and go check the courtyard entrance.
It’s simply toxic.
Hualing had been dreaming about this day for so long, and at the most crucial moment it got interrupted? It’s outrageous, totally outrageous!
Hualing, frustrated, hurriedly threw on his clothes and grabbed Leng Xueqin, heading towards the courtyard entrance.
Tianyi Alliance, the sect his master personally annihilated a hundred years ago!
Seeing the crowd still confused, Hualing looked at Bai Chuwei for approval and then spoke: "A hundred years ago, China was in turmoil, and many cultivators in the country were patriots who established various cultivation alliances to help."
The crowd nodded, just like back then when medical cultivators from Immortal Island came out to help heal.
"Among them, the Tianyi Alliance, due to selling fake medicine, was completely annihilated."
It was actually Bai Chuwei, his master, who personally obliterated them.
Hualing scratched his head in puzzlement, "Logically, the organization should have been empty, how come it’s showing up now?"
Hualing’s expression suddenly became tense, could it be... they’re here for revenge?
Their annihilation was a deep-seated grudge indeed.
Bai Chuwei suddenly smiled and asked Old Master Jin: "Where did your son’s drug used on my apprentice come from?"
Old Master Jin was first stunned, then suddenly realized!
No wonder, no wonder someone so accurately grabbed Jin Xiaobao, he knew their Jin family beforehand.
Turns out, they were targeted long ago?
Xu Xingchen suddenly cautiously spoke: "The personal safety of student Jin Xiaobao is most important, let’s release Tong Qingyan first?"
Xu Xingchen was a bit puzzled, unsure whether he was lucky or unlucky.
Speak of luck, he always encountered Bai Chuwei, this demoness, to mess with him.
Speak of bad luck, it seemed like every time he also received Heavenly Dao’s favor, always escaping danger.
Even Tong Qingyan was like this.
He thought for sure Qingyan was doomed this time, going to be taken by the Unnatural Management Bureau.
Unexpectedly, the situation turned, and an enemy of Bai Chuwei suddenly appeared, with the exchange condition being Tong Qingyan!
Duan Feihan glanced sideways and coldly retorted: "Is it your place to speak?"
Xu Xingchen was at a loss for words, quickly lowered his head.
Indeed, it wasn’t; he had no say.
Bai Chuwei lightly twisted her neck, her tone calm: "I’ll handle this matter, no need to worry."
Old Master Jin watched Bai Chuwei pull Duan Feihan away, his words stuck.
Even if Bai Chuwei said so, she was still his granddaughter-in-law, and Master Jin was naturally concerned.
Old Master Jin’s gaze turned cold, and he shouted sternly: "Investigate! What on earth is this Tianyi Alliance?"
Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan walked through the night back to the room, Bai Chuwei with her hands behind her back, gazing with interest at the peaceful night sky, chuckled softly:
"Hanhan, I thought I’d have a showdown with Heavenly Dao within a hundred years, now it seems it won’t take that long."
Bai Chuwei’s gaze flickered: "Within ten years."
Heavenly Dao has been taking bigger steps recently, trying everything to topple her, giving way to Xu Xingchen and Tong Qingyan.
Little did they know, taking big steps could trip you.
All of the unresolved fairness issues with Heavenly Dao over five thousand years in the Era of the Gods should be settled by her, the last immortal.
Duan Feihan suddenly frowned, raised a hand to press his temple.
That strange feeling was back again.
But after getting mixed up with that matter earlier, Bai Chuwei wasn’t in the mood to mold clay figures and bring them to life, to have them call Duan Feihan dad.
Instead, she pulled out a mirror to check Jin Xiaobao’s situation.
Duan Feihan sat down beside Bai Chuwei, holding his phone in both hands.
Bai Chuwei heard the sound of a game coming from the phone, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. A game?
She leaned over, "Hanhan, what are you doing?"
Duan Feihan stared blankly at the phone screen: "Nothing."
From his company’s explosively popular mobile game that sold the point of drawing SSR, he just did two hundred draws without any results.
Ha, the probability of an immortal having a child is 1%; he’s starting to understand how hard that 1% can be.
