Volume 1, Chapter 63: Honest Men Are the Most Terrifying

Her maid’s little girl took a great fancy to the robotic companion, timidly squatting down to play with it. Du Qiao sat down and began chatting idly, talking about all sorts of trivial nonsense.

Her gaze swept across her descendants before her, looking from one face to the next, until it landed on Qiao Dongyang. Her look came to a halt, growing gradually darker and colder, piercing into him like a blade.

Walking up silently behind Song Zihua, she watched her frantic, madwoman-like actions and could not help but shake her head.

According to his calculations, a cultivator at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, facing a dizzy body cultivator at the early stage of the congenital Purple Mansion realm, could resolve the battle in at most a single breath of time.

However, although the force invading Ran Qinglian's body shared characteristics identical to ghostly Qi, its corrosive power was far stronger; otherwise, merely being bitten on the arm would not have plunged a cultivator into unconsciousness.

The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes as the rear of the Rolls-Royce, which had just rushed out of the parking lot, began to skid sideways. The moment the car came to a steady stop, Skye pushed open the door and darted out.

Wang Xueya was truly a figure of pity, for from that moment on she was cut off from the starry skies, and there was an overwhelmingly high probability that she would suffer from lingering complications, or even be permanently unable to engage in strenuous exercise.

Poking her head out slightly, Bai Muyong began looking up at the rooftops in the vicinity. Within such a short span of time, figures could be seen crouching on numerous rooftops. With so many up top, those hiding in the shadows must be even more numerous. Furthermore, they were all dressed in dark clothing—who could possibly tell whose hired thugs these were?

Liu Tingchan smiled and said, "It is different. If it were other elixirs, perhaps those six pills could still be consumed, but the Snow Sun Pill is out of the question. Their properties conflict; taking it will not only fail to achieve the desired effect, but it will also damage your meridians."

Mu Youchen felt a deep wave of regret. Why had he not simply taken advantage of Suran's drunkenness to kill him with a single stroke and end all worries once and for all? That way, Mu Qianxun would not have met with disaster. He would rather have Mu Qianxun hate him than watch her come to harm.

Because of his tall stature, despite holding her in this manner, Xia Xun's eyes could still look straight ahead on level ground.

The Empress's heart was bleeding with rage. After this incident, that vixen, Imperial Noble Consort Xian, would undoubtedly be allocated a share of administrative authority. Moreover, she could not bring the matter up to the Emperor first, lest she be deemed lacking in virtue; she would have to initiate it herself. At the mere thought of this, the usually gentle-mannered Empress felt an urge to tear Ye Qingcheng apart alive.

Why did Ding Boting dare to speak first? Because he was Commander Sun’s favorite, accustomed to having the final word. Once he set the tone, others could build upon his train of thought without making any major mistakes. If he had not spoken first, the others would have had to hesitate and ponder for a while longer.

Night finally descended. The day had been gloomy and oppressive, and true to form, this night offered neither moonlight nor stars. In the direction where the moon was obscured, dark clouds churned, as if brewing a tempest.

It was not strictly forbidden for professional players to secretly team up for offline matches, but some teams maintained very strict rules. If they exposed each other's identities, it could easily bring unnecessary trouble to the players, so the two men said no more.

Suppressing the simmering rage within his chest, Li Jing had no choice but to turn and retreat. He could fend off these entities himself, but he knew his immortal soldiers were utterly incapable of withstanding them.

The porridge distribution outside the city gates continued as usual. Every early morning, dozens of dan of rice were hauled to the city gates in horse-drawn carts. The moment the gates opened, great cauldrons were set up over fires to simmer for three to five hours. Once the day's supply of rice was exhausted, they would pack up and head back, providing relief to roughly three to five thousand people each day.

"That is the person who cultivates the dark elements of death yet bears not the slightest trace of decay upon their entire body," Ye Qingcheng replied directly to Xia Xun, as she was currently searching for Hei Jingtian.

Chu Lun was beaten black and blue, blood oozing from his mouth and teeth. Initially, he kept talking back, but once the adrenaline rush wore off, he was left hanging limply with a drooping head.

Having brushed shoulders with the gates of hell and looking at the few corpses on the ground, today's events had dealt him far too great a shock.

The taverns and entertainment quarters remained bustling with extraordinary liveliness. The silver-bell laughter of maidsets and the melodious sounds of musical instruments drifted all around, adding a touch of warmth to the winter day.

Du Gongcai's head was destined to be severed—that much was tacitly understood by all. Embezzlement was one thing, but the critical charge of rebellion meant he could be executed without delay. Moreover, since he had not entered official service through the imperial examinations and could not be considered a true scholar-bureaucrat, it would be a wonder if he escaped death.

Bai Yang, overcome with excessive excitement, leaped up and gave Dudaom a solid, bear-like hug. The joy in his heart was beyond the power of words to describe. He had never imagined that Dudaom would choose to keep him—at least previously, he would never have dared to dream of such a thing, having originally resolved to simply cling to Dudaom and refuse to leave.

The sound of the suona ceased. As the crowd snapped back to their senses, they realized it was already winter and shuddered all over with a sudden chill.

"Besides, even if he is not the murderer, such a major incident occurred in the shopping mall due to his managerial negligence. Regardless of the circumstances, he must take a trip to the police station."

The sound of shattering glass greatly bolstered the wild wolf's momentum, but it lasted less than two seconds before Kim Ji-mi shot it dead.

After getting out of the car, Duan Qingyuan and Feng Zhenzhen did not engage in any other activities. Walking either one after the other or side by side with a short distance between them, they strolled leisurely and lightheartedly along the beach.

Of course, this did not mean it stopped pursuing because it realized the cave before it might be a trap set by those vile humans.

The meeting lasted for two hours. As it dispersed, the village and group cadres all wore busy expressions, their appetites for a meal entirely gone, eager to rush back to the village to make sure their documentation was properly updated and their instructions duly relayed.

I watched with a sense of wonder. This battle showcased the true prowess of the master Sol, arousing the same deep respect within me as when he first slew Macbeth.

No matter how composed and calm she remained, pointing so many firearms at her was enough to induce fear, and her already pale face revealed a deathly, ashen hue.