Volume 1 Chapter 25: The Flying Corpse

"Don't be in such a rush to deny it. I listened to you finish speaking just now, so shouldn't you hear me out? Or is it your intention to settle the matter with a single word?" Mo Ke glanced at Hao Tian and said indifferently.

It went without saying that no one dared to overtake her; even those traveling ahead, upon spotting Princess Jing’s carriage behind them, would have their coachmen pull to the side and wait for her to pass before continuing on their way.

Lin Yuanchao and the others were unsure of how much money she had, but both he and Lu Guowei knew she was capable of making a fortune.

The air in the labor camp was thick with the stench of sour rot and blood. It was not just the leaves on the branches that were withered and ready to fall, but the people on the ground as well.

Listening to the Marquis’s discourse, Qi finally became convinced that if the Marquis were not meant to be the master of the world, then no one else in this world was worthy.

Everything ultimately came down to results. As long as he achieved good results, everything else could be negotiated; if he failed to achieve them, he had no heart left to worry about his own pride.

She nodded with a touch of emotion, drank the medicinal soup in one gulp, and then, following Yue Cheng's instructions, lay down on her stomach. This allowed the tendons in her ankles and the backs of her knees to remain exposed, which was conducive to recovery, though it meant she could not attend to him in bed.

The man chuckled, his expression casual. His gaze swept over her bright red lips as if appraising a work of art, his breathing growing heavier as if he were struggling to restrain something.

In the morning, their breakfast consisted of a bowl of vegetable soup. Qi felt no discomfort; over these many years, he had long since adapted to this life.

"I watched your match against Huang He. The opening was incredibly ingenious, but unfortunately, your mid-game calculation skills could not keep up, and you lacked experience in mid-game combat."

Therefore, Tantai Tianhao had to offer the Monster Sect a way to step down. If they were to truly burn bridges, they would only find themselves in an even more embarrassing situation.

She had no memory of when she had left the bathroom. Huo Zizheng had wrapped her up and carried her back into the room, and she felt so exhausted that she had simply drifted off to sleep.

***

Furthermore, within the vast Holy City, the number of talented disciples from various factions was likely no less than the number of new recruits.

Emperor Jingming sat beside the alchemy furnace, brooding in frustration. Rong Di and Rong Chu came to request an audience regarding matters concerning their mother, the Imperial Consort, but the Emperor refused to see his two sons; he was in no mood for it.

Every word that the Holy Monk Yanhua spat out caused his expression to grow increasingly hideous. Clearly, this "Word Mantra" was no simple matter; it was the product of the Holy Monk exerting his lifelong cultivation.

The male models standing nearby regretted their choices so deeply their guts practically turned green; they couldn't believe such a golden opportunity had been snatched up by Gangzi.

"I’m not gossiping; I’m concerned! And you, running off to France to find Nuo... without a word of warning beforehand..." The voice trailed off, and his gaze shifted toward An Tong with a hint of hesitation.

Suddenly, the street fell into chaos, with horses rearing and people overturning. The townspeople were shocked and scrambling; those who knew of the residence wished they had grown extra legs to run further away, while those unaware of the situation were filled with the well-intentioned urge to fetch water and fight the fire.

Yet that combat power—to say nothing of a fifth-rank high-level phantom beast, even a sixth-rank low-level one likely did not possess such strength.

The people of the two great empires were dumbfounded. Originally, they had won again in the four-versus-four battle, but after all their clamoring, they had lost once more to the Lanlan Empire.

Tuoba Tao’s heart was in turmoil. It was highly probable that Tuoba Shao would make his move tomorrow, but the current situation was extremely unfavorable for him.

"But I can tell everyone with responsibility that General Dong’s demands on his son are far more rigorous than those on other soldiers. Why? Only because he is the son of a military family. Since he chose to be a soldier, he must become a warrior just like his forefathers!" Wang Liang said.

Of course, training in these basic movements and techniques was not a feat of a single day. It could not be done in a day or two; it required a massive amount of time for training. However, Fang Yan believed that his abilities would certainly improve under the systematic training of the Sporting Lisbon team.

In Princess Jun Chan’s heart, there was nothing her Imperial Brother could not do. Every time she asked for his help, no matter how difficult the task, he was always able to accomplish it for her. So, what about this matter? Could it be handled just as easily?

***

Although Uncle Ninth was constantly subduing the walking corpses, he was perfectly aware of the situation in the courtyard. Seeing the faint fluctuations of magical power in Jia Le’s every movement, he nodded to himself in praise while feeling quite troubled.

He was due to report to the national team’s training camp tomorrow. Having arrived a day late, he wondered how the national team’s coach would view him. He had heard that the head coach of the national team had a notoriously foul temper. Fang Yan checked into a hotel, and just as he changed into his slippers, his phone received a text message.

In the 25th minute, after breaking through, Fang Yan fired a long-range shot from outside the penalty area under the interference of a Genoa defender. He failed to keep it down, and the ball sailed over the crossbar.

"Jiu Jiu? Where are we?" Bite Cat asked, still in a state of utter bewilderment.

Fang Yan was very curious to see her in uniform. With a face as pure and devastatingly beautiful as hers, what kind of alluring sight would she be in uniform? He also wondered if that TCM master, Lin Ritian, was still pestering her.

The disparity in power was simply too great. The "Phantom-Shattering Slash" could not even be resisted by Black Fiend experts, let alone a Heavenly God expert who had reached the pinnacle of the Laws and Mysteries.

Especially since Chu Muye was someone he had already defeated, and now that Chu Muye was in a state of utter destitution, he would likely be even more unscrupulous.

Wu Feng immediately lost his temper. His character was certainly not one that could endure such things. If someone had climbed onto his head to defecate, how could he not beat them up?

Ever since the last time Chu Muye had asked her to visit him as little as possible, she had not come for over half a year. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him, but that Chu Muye refused to see her, and she was powerless to change that.

Whether she wanted to know or not, she would have to find out eventually... It was just that compared to the place where she had previously woken up, the snow here was much deeper, and trying to dig through it to find someone was a tremendous challenge.