Volume One, Chapter 24: May I Meet Yunxi’s Adoptive Sister?

Missing its target, the Winged Demon did not pause for a moment; carried by the immense momentum of its dive, it charged toward Xiao Yao.

Though Bomb Sister had once wanted to hide the money and tell Liu Jiangtao that the gems were worthless, her pride would not allow her to do so.

This painting was done in ink and color on paper; over the passage of time, the paper had yellowed and darkened.

Gu Qingci looked at Wu Yu and smiled slightly. Although he was puzzled, he did not take it to heart. During their time in the Black Domain, brief as it was, he had learned that this girl was a lawless soul. Coupled with his relationship with the Crown Prince, Wu Yu, he had always treated her like a younger sister, letting her run wild as she pleased.

No one had expected Gu Qingci’s strength to be so formidable. With a single, seemingly effortless move, he had completely incapacitated Jia Xu. One must remember that Jia Xu had been a renowned second-rate martial artist for many years. Among those present—even Pang Shilong—the best one could say was that they were on par with Jia Xu. This was precisely why Jia Xu had dared to look down on Gu Qingci.

"This... haha, I need this monster core to make a few things," Yun Fan said, casually finding an excuse to brush it off.

This was a smithy, though calling it a smithy was a stretch; in reality, it was nothing more than a crude thatched hut.

Back then, his feelings for his mother were perhaps rooted in the depths of his soul—she was his mother, and he felt no resistance toward her. But now, having suddenly acquired a father, he found it difficult to accept for the time being.

"Mom, I already have someone I love!" Li Yuanyuan stole a glance at Ye Mo, then said firmly.

Damn it, you summarized the sacred act of procreation in just a few short sentences?

After all, though the room was well-equipped, the bedding clearly had to be purchased himself. So, after heading out to buy a pile of supplies, Qin Tian finally finished his tasks just as night began to fall.

Lei Chen rubbed his forehead helplessly and turned his head away, choosing not to look so as not to be annoyed. However, he inadvertently saw Long Qianxing’s grave expression, his ear cocked as if listening to something.

In an instant, Lu You felt his whole body grow light. The exhaustion from staying up all night vanished, replaced by a surge of energy and a refreshed, clear mind.

At this moment, Meng Qi looked like a gambler staking everything, his eyes slightly red as he gritted his teeth.

It had been easier before, but now, if Qingye was not by his side for even a moment, Qin Tian could not help but immediately worry: had she eaten well? Had she drunk enough? Was her treatment being interrupted again?

That was a mark left by the sufferings of the mortal world, yet he had never imagined it was a call to him for this lifetime.

Seeing this, Gao Ming shouted anxiously. Several rockets exploded around the trio; the zombies in the blast zone were sent flying high into the air before thumping back down to the ground.

Brilliant, phantom sword rays, like warriors rushing into battle one after another, plunged into the center of the storm, hoping to stem its advance.

"Shall we go to Red Tassel Spear for grilled fish?" Lan Lan suggested. Gao Qing agreed wholeheartedly; it was simply a great value for the price.

"Master Jim, did you misread the name? How could it be her? With the way she is..." Someone pointed at Xiang Wan with a sneer, clearly showing their dislike.

Ding You paused, glanced at Bai Hanyan, then realized what was happening, smiled faintly, bowed to give his word, and retreated.

"Lady Fushu, please board the sedan. My master wishes to see you." Cang Li sat atop a tall horse, speaking to Bai Hanyan in a tone that was distant yet polite.

When Xu Miaojin arrived in Beiping, Zhu Di had already led his troops on a distant expedition. They had not seen each other for a very long time since the death of Xu Da, yet Zhu Di recognized her at a glance.

Qiao Chu lowered his head and swept a glance at her, his eyes icy and indifferent. He spoke two words coldly, his tone already brimming with impatience.

She was somewhat surprised, for in her view, Old Master Leng would never allow the truth about Leng Changlin’s past to spread. For the sake of family honor alone, he would bury any ambiguous facts, let alone these baseless rumors.

The hour was late. After Liu Huaidong led Luo Yingying back to the bedroom reserved for him in the manor, he did not stir up any further passion. Instead, he simply held Luo Yingying’s delicate body in his arms, letting her drift into a peaceful sleep.

This sudden turn of events frightened many; people scrambled away from the car, fearing that in the next second, it would bounce back and cause collateral damage.

An Dingkun was furious, but out of respect for Li Juhua being an elder, he kept his head down and helped An Hui pack their things to leave.

"That's for the best!" Mu Youhan immediately flashed to a dry spot, looking at Ouyang Pengcheng with great anticipation, like a greedy cat seeing a red-braised fish in its master’s hand. The "Tang Monk" types looked at one another, wondering what this was all about—they had been walking along just fine, only to suddenly stop for a rest.

"Squeak!" Naitang nodded, looking at the Spirit-Replenishing Pill as if a cat had found a fish or a dog had stumbled upon a bone.

At present, Mengshan City was in a state of desolation. Sacred Dragon soldiers patrolled the streets daily to prevent civilian riots. Although they had not slaughtered the populace upon entering the city, it had ultimately disrupted the daily lives and trade of the Mengshan people, and there were grumblings of discontent throughout the city.

"That is correct. Nurse Rui, you had best withdraw," the Old Madam Bai said in a low voice. She had always been overshadowed by the Old Madam of the Lu family, and now that the conflict between the two families had intensified, she was truly unwilling to be suppressed by the Lu family any longer.

Then, the Flame Woma flew into the city. The Woma warriors and champions riding on the Flame Woma leaped to the ground, and the Flame Woma flew back to the demon camp to continue transporting the Woma army.

At this moment, Qin Jiu stared intently at the rise and fall of Long Feimo’s chest, not daring to move her eyes even an inch. Suddenly, she felt afraid—afraid to see her young master’s face at this very moment.

"Luo Yi, stop pretending. I, Ximen Hanye, never thought you were such a sanctimonious person. You hypocrite!" Ximen Hanye pointed at Luo Yi, cursing.