Chapter 23

"Still feeling shy, I see? Off you go then." Meng Jun could not help but laugh as she watched Tian Qi flee in a panic.

Tian Qi was truly mesmerized by the great sword. Since Jin Wuren was a cultivator who had attained the Thousand-Vehicle Hidden Soul, his personal sword might prove to be of great help to him.

The third matter was that Miao Fengxian would succeed to the position of Imperial Preceptor following his grand wedding, with a magnificent ceremony to be held to announce it to the world.

Amidst the shock, a hundred swords clashed, the sound ceasing as abruptly as a sudden rainstorm. Within two breaths, only dust and smoke swirled about the hundred pillars, and silence returned.

Seeing Sun Yang arrive to provide reinforcements, Chen Chong did not fight head-on; instead, he led his remaining soldiers in a rapid retreat, ending the hostilities.

At a window-side table in the revolving restaurant on the 76th floor, Jo-an sipped her juice, gazing at the neon-lit night view outside.

He felt deeply that the reason these people dared to invade the Great Han was because they truly possessed formidable assets. The spirit they displayed far surpassed that of many other noble families and powerful clans within the Great Han Dynasty.

If she died, he would not survive either. If Yun Sha knew of this connection, he likely wouldn't have used her as a disposable pawn, would he?

Under Zhao Jia Youqing’s expectant gaze, he lifted his teacup and took a sip. A faint sweetness mingled with a hint of tartness; with one swallow, the fragrance of pomelo filled his entire mouth.

It is rumored that his martial arts are not particularly high, but no one has ever seen his true face, and no one knows his true identity. He is extremely adept at concealment. Faced with such a tricky character, how could we easily expose our own strength?

"Let's go to the room." Su Cen cast a displeased glance at the boy, looked at his Maserati with a hint of disdain, rolled her eyes, and said to Li Tian, who nodded in agreement.

After stepping out of the car, Zhang Limei ran crying toward her sisters, and they embraced one another.

It was an old, outdated style, and there were few photos inside. She sat on the floor, slowly flipping through them.

Wen Yan turned around and saw Wen Rou seeing off an old man in a white robe, who looked to be over fifty, as they walked out from inside.

Tong Xia'er had just grabbed the corner of her coat when Wen Ming suddenly reached out, pressed her down onto the car seat, and threw the coat over her head.

After a simple cleanup, Zhang Yi left Moyang City and set off for the Imperial Capital.

For nearly half a month, she had incessantly heard rumors that the City Lord had brought a lady back from the mortal world and treated her like a precious treasure. She felt both shock and anger, but mostly, it was a sense of imbalance.

Having explained the causes and consequences of her past life's demise in just a few words, Mu Nanqing was perhaps the Immortal Leader with the most absurd and hasty cause of death.

It turned out that Wen Ming had another purpose for this visit: to select a cemetery for the great Wen elder, to be laid to rest one year after his passing.

The mid-term academic evaluation at the First High School was held for all three departments at once to prevent cheating or impersonation. Back then, there were no surveillance cameras, and even with photos, people who looked alike could probably get away with it.

Whether this battle could be won was not important; it was enough to break the invincible momentum the Dongping Army had previously enjoyed. As long as the situation was stabilized, things would naturally improve step by step.

Retirement—this was a word Yan Feng had never truly contemplated. Yet, at this moment, the word struck his heart with heavy force.

The man had a very volatile temper and turned to grab a wine bottle, intent on cracking Wang Bo’s skull. Long Leiyan held a shell casing between his fingertips; had the bottle been swung his way, he would certainly have made the man suffer.

Although he had already anticipated it, every time he heard it, Park Ji-hyun still felt a deep sense of frustration.

Wei Liao forcibly summoned the God of War of Military Might to defend, and the moment the deity appeared, it underwent a new transformation.

"I'm leaving." After saying this, Jin Minghao walked out, leaving his grandfather to stare at the chessboard, full of complaints, before he began to tidy up by himself.

We followed Zhang Zhiyan into the Hydra’s cave. A pungent, musty, and fishy odor rushed toward us, mingled with the thick scent of medicine.

"Yes, that's very good!" After listening, Teacher Jin looked at Lin Xuanzi, who nodded.

The Primordial Heaven Lord and the Master of Heaven, having been fused with countless炼魂 (soul-refining) entities, had transformed into even more terrifying giants, their bodies so dense they appeared to have physical substance.

"Hard to say! Let's go down and see first." Wu Yi shook his head. He was not sure if the items recorded on the treasure map were the same ones the Tidal Temple was searching for, but since the seal had been opened, any further discussion was superfluous; once they went down, everything would be clear.

Lei Ming bit his lip. He had not chosen the wrong person to lead the team this time. Being able to find the killer was some small comfort to Brother Han Long.

Upon hearing this, Su Mu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, nearly falling off the roof.

Knowing that the four people before him possessed peerless martial arts, Supreme Treasure naturally dared not be negligent. Even though the entire Axe Gang was dirt poor, filled with collapsed mud walls and thatched huts that could not even keep out the wind and rain, he gritted his teeth and ordered his men to prepare a table of wine and food.

Perhaps this was indeed a major turning point for the actions of Binglan and Su Mu, but Su Mu had not been summoned by Helan Chenxing. His heart was set on Binglan, and anxious to find her, he eventually left in a hurry. In fact, the morning court session had ended just as Su Mu was leaving.

As this palm was executed, the entire sky seemed to glow with a blood-red light, and countless blood-red palm shadows rolled continuously across the firmament.

Chai Zongxun said at the same time, "Father! If you find it comfortable to lie down, it is the same if I sit here and talk to you." Under Chai Zongxun’s gentle insistence, Chai Rong lay back down.

Bo Huaiwu’s fingers finally sank to the bottom of the sand. Ku Gan picked up the rope and gave it a tug. Bo Huaiwu’s head emerged from the sand surface again; his face was flushed, and he shook his head desperately, trying to spit out the sand, as if he had something to say to Ku Gan.

"How much certainty is there that the alien races will set their sights on the Border City?" Chai Zongxun asked sternly.

"I finally stopped having dreams and was sleeping so comfortably. Let me sleep a little longer..." Wu Yun mumbled to himself, and after speaking, he collapsed back onto the sofa in a completely irregular posture.