Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Young Master Called for Water Seven Times in His Chamber

"How dare you hit my brother? Let me deal with you." With that, Senior Brother Li rushed forward and engaged Nie Yu in combat. Predictably, after just ten rounds, Senior Brother Li's stamina could not keep up with Nie Yu's fist speed, and he was struck in the chest, vomiting blood as he collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuling, who had also been admitted to the third year, was stunned for a moment when she caught sight of the now deeply tanned Shen Yuxiu, which was immediately followed by a look full of complex emotions.

She had originally been worried that Gray might meet with some misfortune, but considering Gray's nature, curiosity would not kill it. If there was danger, its acute perception would make it retreat three paces rather than rush forward with eager enthusiasm.

The commotion inside was too loud, immediately prompting the brothel madam to hurry over with several courtesans, fearing that poor service had caused a disturbance.

Shen Yuxiu frowned slightly, then immediately took a few steps toward the edge of the dock, putting some distance between herself and Elder Shen, having not the slightest intention of greeting Shen Yuling.

"Team Leader Tao, this is Chen Mingyue. I thought she would throw a huge tantrum, but I never expected her to be so calm." Cheng Jie crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at Chen Minghua inside.

Giannis was still in a daze when he felt a figure suddenly dart past him. That snapped him out of it. Seeing Wang Chao already sprinting wildly toward the Bucks' backcourt, he had no time for further thought and quickly bolted in pursuit.

Legend has it that this was a spell self-created by a rogue cultivator who could no longer survive in the immortal cultivation world. Relying on this technique, he deluded several high-ranking nobles in the mortal realm and lived a life of drunken stupor.

Consequently, Ma Ning'er hurried back down to the first floor, only to find everyone collapsed on the ground. Some had blades and swords plunged into their chests, while others had smashed their heads against the walls, spilling brains all over the floor as they met tragic ends.

Zhang Yuqing, however, turned a deaf ear. Even after the morning drills ended and Lü Zhixin and the others walked in, Zhang Yuqing did not even raise his head to look.

Tie Mohan thought for a moment, and a slight tremor of shock rippled through his heart. Fake! Those promissory notes must be fake! Tie Mohan immediately ordered Zheng Zhibai to send men to inspect the ten chests of notes. Through the careful examination of several veteran craftsmen, they ultimately confirmed without a doubt that the notes were genuine.

Seven days later, this precious earth-element elixir successfully formed inside an ordinary alchemy furnace, emitting a deeply complex aura.

Zheng Lijun had grown much thinner, sitting blankly before the window. Her hair ornaments and dress were utterly plain and unadorned, and the vibrant, dashing beauty she once possessed had almost completely vanished. A close look at her brow revealed a lingering, unresolved sorrow.

With a mere flick of his wrist, he knocked a score of Dragon Gate members sprawling to the ground. The leader of the Dragon Gate faction apparently recognized the old Daoist priest later on, growing so terrified that all the color drained from his face. Afterward, he swore a solemn oath never to harass the Lonely Gate again, causing the forces of the Dragon Gate to withdraw completely from the vicinity of Linh'an.

To capture Kaohsiung, Sun Liechen had committed a force of over ten thousand troops in the span of just over three days, expending tens of thousands of artillery shells. Essentially, Kaohsiung was now reduced to a complete ruin, stripped of all strategic value—at least with no hope of recovery in the short term.

For Qian Qiuqiuyun, failure meant nothing, and setbacks were of little consequence. If he lacked value in existence, he would lose his meaning as a soldier. If he could not secure justice for his fallen brothers, he would lose his reason to live. And Yun Mu had given him precisely that opportunity.

"Perhaps there is truly hope!" The aged voice was fraught with boundless agitation and suppressed emotion, seemingly brimming with endless anticipation.

Wang Wudao muttered to himself, a trace of reminiscence flashing across his eyes... For this day, he had spent a full thirty years making preparations, but now that it had succeeded, he could not feel happy in the least.

After finishing her chores, Lady Jiang, accompanied by her sister-in-law Lady Duan who had come to welcome her, went to pay her respects to her mother-in-law, Elder Madam Yu.

The border guards of the Demon Spirit Village were overwhelmed and forced to retreat by the slaughter of Breaking Army. Yet Mo Ke remained calm at this moment; his Night-Blooming Cereus Wrath had not yet reached the point of unleashing, so he refused to let his anger flare casually, knowing it would only disrupt his inner cultivation.

Murong Jin nodded, as if wanting to speak, but the mere thought of opening his mouth made him feel nauseous. It was only after a long while that Murong Jin slowly managed to adjust.

"Matters like warfare, please leave them to the professionals." Valkyrie rejected the notion without a moment of hesitation.

Qingge's face was deathly pale as her right hand clawed frantically behind her. After grabbing at empty air several times, she finally seized her Zen staff, gripped it with a deathly tightness, and lunged fiercely toward Fu Can.

"Monkey head, you're courting disaster!" Without dodging or evading, the Bull Demon King swung his iron staff with a speed that preempted the attack, shattering Wukong's arm in an instant.

The speed Luo Xiao displayed when operating the Breath of the Void at full capacity was roughly three times that tier, and Dante's speed at this moment was identical.

Although Tang Xiao possessed astonishing combat prowess and had indeed successfully withstood Long Dingtian's attacks earlier, he knew very well that this was merely a temporary reprieve.

"Damn you, Old Zhao! A moment slower and I'd have gone to meet the King of Hell," Cao Rui complained while increasing the pressure of his hands.

"Ah... The setting sun is infinitely grand, but it is nearing twilight..." Gazing at the few rays of sunlight struggling through the windows and door curtains as if expending their utmost strength to squeeze inside, Shura could not help letting out a sigh.

Hades raised both eyebrows high, his eyes fixed steadily on Carete as he replied. On the child's face, a half-smile exuded a hint of crafty cunning.

"Let me massage it for you." With these words, a pair of large palms gently stroked the back of Li Xiaomai's heels.