Chapter 24

After hearing Gangzi’s words, Xue Qinglian rolled her eyes at him again, though a faint smile immediately followed.

"Well? With the Seven-Tailed Centipede, won't you be able to slay gods and Buddhas alike? Isn't the first-place title of the Imperial City Martial Arts Tournament practically yours for the taking?" As the Young Master of Ten Thousand Poisons spoke, he placed the creature onto my shoulder. The centipede, showing no hesitation, slithered straight into my collar with a soft hiss.

Doctor Liu watched the sky outside alongside Su Yun, her expression flickering with sudden bewilderment. Why did she look so desolate?

"You child, your heart is just too forgiving!" Seeing that her son wouldn't even take her side, the Old Madame of Marquis Yongjian felt utterly exhausted.

The shadow appeared to be over two meters tall, with an exceptionally brawny physique. Who could this be? Or rather, was it even human at all?

Father used to take us to Kowloon Harbor to watch the giant ships, where an old woman sold put chai ko. I liked the red bean flavor, and you preferred the original. There was also that incredibly bitter Hong Kong-style milk tea; we would share a single large cup with two straws.

Yin Changning arched an eyebrow. "You are not wrong about that. But... how did that happen?" He still felt it didn't quite add up.

Deep down, I didn't want this. Maintaining peace for now seemed like a good choice, but I noticed the King of Hell’s burning gaze. He had surely made up his mind after going to the sea to retrieve the Nine Provinces Tripod; there was no way this matter would be settled just because I said I wouldn't lend it.

"Why are you going there? After everything that has happened, you should stay here. At least with me, I can protect you!" Liu Ce shouted.

"We will go see Qingyu together. We will tell him together." Xue Ran tried to lift her up to head back, but the moment he moved her, she began to cough violently, eventually spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

The power displayed by the Chief Justice was already at a superior level in martial arts, and the ease with which the Third Young Master caught his strike caused everyone present to gasp in uncontrollable shock.

Just as Qin Xiao exposed Yi Lingyun’s conspiracy and was being countered by Yi Lingyun and Yi Peng, Yi Qinglian and Yi Long both arrived.

Given their cultivation levels, detecting the Spirit Bead at such a close range was the simplest of tasks.

Because the appearance of A-Da was likely to draw unwanted attention and panic, Ian did not lead it out through the main exit. Instead, he had it secretly taken through a private passage to meet him at the car. Thus, when he walked out of the airport with An Xiaoxiao, he witnessed this adorable scene.

"It likes you too; it usually isn't this intimate with just anyone," Mu Chonghao reminded her.

Following An Xiaoxiao’s words with a light chuckle, Gu Chen leaned in slightly. His cool fingertips brushed, almost imperceptibly, against her blushing, pink-tinted cheek. Following her line of sight, he deliberately thrust his own bewitchingly handsome face into her view.

"Once we enter the Immortal Demon Island, I hope you will offer him your full assistance, Young Master," the Sect Leader said to the youth with a smile.

Rarity dictates value; by this count, one might not even find a single Rubbing Master in the entire Grand Duchy.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a master of engraving founded the Divine Inscription Manor. He carved his lifelong martial arts techniques onto the sheer cliffs of the Broken Arm Ridge.

Is there no justice in this world? After staring blankly for ages without eating a single bite, starving to death, and finally having to pay the bill, Yang Lefan didn't even know where to seek justice. Is this considered abuse? Would a criminal court even accept the case?

He had rushed over that night to give her an explanation, to make her understand his hardships, to ask her to wait—just wait for him a little longer. But why couldn't she wait? Why did she have to elope with Chu Binxuan?

Tianfu and Wushuang both entered the side hall, but after only a few words, Tianfu stormed out in a rage, nearly colliding with Princess Chun as she was about to enter.

The Half-Faced Man fought with Qingfeng; the former’s every move was lethal. The two were evenly matched, locked in a fierce, inseparable struggle.

Sister Jin looked at the unconscious Bai Luoxi in her arms and signaled to the maid outside to assist her. They exited through the back door and boarded a carriage that had been prepared in advance. The coachman cracked the whip, and the carriage sped away.

She still had a bit of a headache. Evgeniya sat up with a wry smile; it seemed she and her sister had drunk quite a bit last night.

When Deputy Mayor Hu Qianhua saw the explosive news, he grabbed his coat, threw it on, and called Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao Yi, ordering him to rush to the Medical University immediately.

Lin Hanxi ate her meal with leisurely composure, ignoring the gazes cast by her brothers and sisters-in-law. Occasionally, she glanced up at her father to see Lin Guozhang sitting upright, eating with earnest focus as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She thought to herself: The Right Prime Minister truly has an extraordinary temperament; even after such a major event, he acts as if nothing happened.

It had been five days, and Qingwu remained unconscious on her bed. The imperial physician said that her body had not recovered from the Bone-Eroding Soft-Sinew Powder, and having been caught in the rain, she had contracted a cold and a persistent high fever. Mostly, it was due to suffering too great a shock that she had yet to wake.

Ai Ye felt that Du Qiange’s plan was too insane. Setting aside the bone dragon subordinates, even an ancient dragon itself was not easily killed. If it couldn't be killed, how could she use the Servant God Art to resurrect it?

Du Qiange channeled his fingers into swords, held his hands like blades, clenched his fists like hammers, and raised his palms like stone tablets, unleashing the Ten Slaughter Techniques of Demon Slaying in a continuous chain. The two fought to a stalemate. Wu Kun relied on his massive weight and brute force to suppress his enemies, but he couldn't gain any advantage against Du Qiange, forcing him to temper his temper and wait for an opening.

There are many legends in the world, some true and some fabricated, but by the time one enters modern society, almost all myths and legends have become falsehoods.

The opponent had a long horn on its head with an opening, which could bend and deform freely, aiming directly at the Flying Swallow No. 2.

Once she thought it through, many things became simple. She had always been a woman of action, so she came directly. She knew Gao Haotian had gone out of town, and she knew he would return tonight; she was playing on this timing. If they were both there, she would have felt uncomfortable.

He finally walked out. Looking at his dejected, crestfallen expression, one would think he was being dragged to the execution grounds.

"Whatever." I didn't have any expertise in coffee, and right now, I wasn't in the mood for it anyway.

Tong En replied and stopped in her tracks, feeling amused by her sudden surge of curiosity.

"What?" Yuan Xiong was clearly angry. He pressed his arm against my neck, pinning me to the ground, and completely crushed the paper sedan chair behind me.