Volume 1, Chapter 52: I Want to Learn the Sword

While Sang Lin remained utterly bewildered on his end, Luo Chen had already guessed Jiumu's scheming and could not help laughing softly.

"Father said he would arrange for people to protect us."

"Us? It's to protect you, alright!" Jiumu shot him an exasperated look.

Luo Chen continued, "Mother heard that you know some martial arts techniques, and she wants to find someone to teach you. Would you like to learn?"

When you finally wake up, remember to look at me with the same gaze of disgust, you understand?

Today's Xuantian City is exceptionally bustling, with a continuous stream of numerous martial artists and rows upon rows of shops. It is lively beyond compare. The previous Xuantian City possessed no such prosperity; in just a few short years, the changes have truly been immense.

All in all, the current Zhao Qiankun is a grand mage endowed with four-element affinities. Compared to before, both in quality and quantity, he has improved by leaps and bounds.

The examinees entered the venue one by one, vanishing the moment they crossed the threshold, evidently teleported away by the Martial Arts Pagoda.

While they were talking, Chu Yanqing had already walked over. Looking slightly travel-worn, he remained as handsome as ever.

Watching the stone flower take shape and complete its flawless transformation, the Heaven-Swallowing Rock Shark finally recovered from its state of intoxication.

Lately—aside from yesterday when he finally got to go outside and catch some genuine fresh air—the weather has been so lovely, shouldn't we go for a stroll in the woods?

"You hate it when I give you flowers, don't you? That's why I want to send them again. Accept them; this time you can throw them in the trash or do whatever you please with them."

That day on the street, Liang Nuannuan's slap across his face left Liang Hengyu still unable to fully snap out of it to this day.

Only a fellow like Lin Yang possessed such patience. He had baked himself some spiral-shaped flatbread, tearing it apart to eat as a pastime, and it actually tasted quite good.

After discussing a few more matters, they rested in the city for the night. Jiang Zhe came to find Wei Ran and led her to the east wing of the county office's inner courtyard. Water and bathing beans had long been prepared inside. When Wei Ran emerged after her bath, seeing that Jiang Zhe was keeping watch outside, she felt at ease leaving her hair loose and drying it with a dry cloth towel.

Shen Mian lowered her gaze to look at her spicy-girl outfit, most of which had been soaked through. It now looked utterly bedraggled and not the least bit spicy.

If only those overbearing members of the Ashen Flame Guild had fallen into the trap, she wouldn't have cared, but several hundred others were simultaneously affected by the Sacred Fire.

Lately, immortal-cultivation families seem to have organized themselves to hunt them down, so Zhou Yuan and the others are currently under immense pressure.

It was not that Chen Xu was deliberately backing Gao Yue into a corner, but rather that when Gao Yue accepted Zhou Jingxiu's wager, he should have foreseen this outcome.

Su You knew that only by spending money even more diligently could he earn rebates and build up his base space.

At the same time, he felt immensely grateful that he had prepared in advance, immediately pulling out his phone to message another senior sister and ask if she was free to hang out together tomorrow.

The power of the Fire-Calling Talisman was quite considerable; the force of its explosion could snap a tree in half, comparable to a hand grenade.

She took the distinctively colored three-color cocktail, took a sip, and, tugging at Ou Chen's wrist, walked toward the third floor.

Wei Ran raised her eyes to look, and it was indeed Yan Si. Today he, too, wore a brand-new set of garments, adorned with a light robe and a loose sash, his face even covered with a thin layer of disguise.

When Ye Bingyin uttered these words, Madam Cao and the others looked all around them, and indeed, they found no trace of Ding Peng.

"No, an enemy!" Qingyun's tone was extremely flat, followed by a look of grim ruthlessness on his face. This person had almost killed his beloved Chu Ying, so since they had crossed paths, he would never allow him to remain alive in this world.

When Han Mingchao told her himself that he deeply loved Li Mingfen, she was already pregnant with his child. For Mo Wushuang, this was truly the greatest irony of her life.

Flying continuously for a month, Jian Ran finally reached the borders of the Demotic Sea. Unlike the extensive preparations Xuanyuan Xiao had made when he came here years ago, Jian Ran was instantly overwhelmed by the scenery before his eyes. Yet, having pressing matters at hand, he had no time to appreciate the views here; with a single leap, he plunged forward and flew toward the southeast.