Chapter 25: Xu Yuanheng

Huan Nan secretly marveled, "What formidable internal energy. In the current martial arts world, those who possess such skill are limited to a mere few, such as the elder monks of the 'Wu' generation in my temple or the former Wudang leader, Taoist Yimei." In his momentary astonishment, he failed to see through her true origins.

The weight of the introductory disciples' tournament is minimal; even taking first place earns few points, roughly equivalent to an exhibition match.

Heyu sensed the old man’s sarcasm but ignored it, saying, "I have my own matters to attend to and it is inconvenient to speak of them here. I hope, senior, that we might reach an understanding and you could let me pass." Heyu maintained a polite tone, adhering to his principle of avoiding conflict whenever possible.

Angela on the opposing side typed: "How is that noob Daji playing so well? Could someone else be playing on her account?"

The food on Azure Gem is slightly similar to that of Earth. While some ingredients differ, the methods—frying, roasting, steaming, and boiling—remain largely the same. Even in higher-dimensional worlds, when handled by mortals, cooking generally falls into these few categories.

Covered in frost, she gripped the bone-chilling ice, reaching out and pulling herself forward with great effort, her eyes filled with joy.

The organizers feared further murders, and orange cats—secretly observing—were everywhere. Some guests had already sensed something amiss and began glancing around the ballroom erratically; many, like Qiu Lan, were peering about.

The seaside sunlight was perfect, yet no matter how brilliant, it could not compare to the man's elegant and exquisite appearance.

Qiu Lan finally couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. How on earth did someone like this survive in a place like Bliss Prison? By acting like a fool?

"No, I did not kill the sect leader," Heyu blurted out in a panic. "This really has nothing to do with me. When I left, the sect leader was perfectly fine. I don't know what happened afterward or why he passed away overnight. I really know nothing." Heyu’s expression was one of agony and sorrow.

Ling E carried two steaming stir-fried dishes, a look of maternal kindness on her fair face as she spoke softly.

The guard knows the homeowners' situation well. If he happens to know why the owner is renting out the place, we should ask clearly before signing the lease; it will be safer.

Wen Feifei walked out of the villa and saw the Knight XV parked on the roadside, unable to help but swallow hard.

However, he thought better of it, deciding not to be too hasty. He would go alone this time and find ways later to help his mother and younger sister grow step by step.

It was precisely because she had seen the Empress’s methods that Consort Shu chose to play it safe. Her life was stable now largely because the Emperor’s attitude was so clear, and, of course, because she had no sons of her own.

The receptionist said nothing, pulled a large jangling ring of keys from the cabinet, and led the way.

From time to time, someone would come out to sing a duet with her or pull and tug at her. The pace was astonishingly slow, with no changes in scenery and no exciting plot points to stir the audience's emotions; there wasn't even much in the way of ordinary conversation.

As Jiang He drank, he caught a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

In Pingchang City, apart from his Ling'er and a few close friends, the General Zhenyuan's mansion was his only sanctuary.

If the house hadn't belonged to their grandmother and they hadn't been unable to find the property deed, they probably would have sold it for cash long ago.

I rushed out of the palace and gathered Haozi, Kaino, and the others, setting off immediately for Lilina. Thinking of the black-haired girl’s words—"many people, streets, danger"—my first instinct was that she meant the capital of the Lilina Duchy, Lilina City.

Once done laughing and composed, Alice turned and beckoned toward the keypad-locked door. Click. A team walked in, led by that handsome man, Allen.

Over the centuries, these roving organizations became heroes to the people, punishing evil, promoting good, and saving lives. This organization has lost count of how many they have rescued, sparing them from the fangs of wraiths and werewolves.

Krieger drank and ate with us for a while, but then had to leave for patrol, taking his men and telling us to make ourselves at home.

Li Duo never killed for the sake of killing; he only struck down villains and enemies. Take these random survivors, for instance—if it were him, he would at most give them a harsh lesson to intimidate them. If it were Ling Feng’s nature, however, the conflict would likely escalate until not a single one was left alive.

Thirteen truly could not beat He Zhuzhi. He couldn't beat him before, and he couldn't beat him now, so he had no choice but to shift his hatred for the Red Blood Forest onto Ling Shu.

"Nothing, I just find it funny how afraid Xiao Jing is of you." Chu Fei smiled and sat down in front of Fu Ziqing. By comparison, he felt much more relaxed now.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Seeing his mother remained silent, Chen Han asked directly. He ignored the two people sitting on the sofa. His uncle Chen Bo was fine, but he knew what his aunt Sun Ru was like, so he didn't bother with her.

The coastline of Ling City was submerged by seawater, all the work of the Sea Emperor Poseidon. Li Duo had already assessed the strength of the tsunami and was well-prepared; the weapons and equipment on the platform were hidden behind the mountains, completely shielded by the terrain.

In fact, were it not for his grandfather’s will stipulating that all assets would be donated if he and Fang Yichen died simultaneously, things would be different.

Meng Mo was not to be outdone; one chopstick was already plunged into the beef, and he positioned the other to form a pincer.

Yuko Shiniki swallowed hard; she didn't know why she had called out to this terrifying god of slaughter.

The circulating nurse felt frustrated; using a backup, what kind of excuse was that? Of course, since Lu Cheng was the lead surgeon, she couldn't say much.

The water in the large pot on the stove began to boil, and all the meat, vegetables, and seasonings began to bubble and steam, the broth becoming thick and fragrant.

Zhongli Yan was just about to ask Mo Ru what had happened when he turned his head and saw Ji Mo appear outside the door.

Before the werewolves could recover from the shock of the Dark Mark being "eaten" by a cat head, a massive swarm of spells flew from the direction of the pitch, sending them reeling in confusion.