52 Worry

The news of Tang Ming acquiring mud-stone had long since spread throughout Source Stone City. Before Tang Ming participated in the Immortal Craftsman Grand Competition, many people called him a fool, but now, Tang Ming was actually putting mud-stone to use.

Tang Ming shot Sun Armor an annoyed glare. Making jokes at a time like this was not funny at all.

Lorraine, the Grand Prince of Maine, who had been lingering offline to watch the commotion ever since the battle began, strolled over.

"Your Highness, this must not be!" the chief palace guard exclaimed hastily, finding the situation far too dangerous.

"Big brother, you're truly amazing! You took a palm strike from a Celestial-rank martial artist and didn't die—I'm thoroughly impressed," Luo Dan said with an expression of pure adoration.

The shattering of the iron door continued, and so did Jian Chen's Yin-Yang Qi-Breaking Staff technique. Only this time, he finally no longer needed to stand in place; instead, he swung as he charged forward.

Meanwhile, those who had been whispering amongst themselves grew relatively quiet. Even the most layperson among them understood one thing after witnessing the scene just now: the attendant who had served Chris earlier was truly extraordinary.

The Thousand-Slayer Toxic Skill was a technique Tang Ming had always kept hidden, and it was also the art that Tang Cha had repeatedly and earnestly warned him never to use in front of outsiders.

The Water Moon Mansion and the Five Saints General Altar were mortal enemies—Jian Chen was well aware of this. However, this was merely Hua Xiangrong's ninth treatment. If Jian Chen genuinely intended to default on the agreement, he should have waited until the tenth time, after Hua Xiangrong was truly and fully cured, before making his move.

Wu Hailain stated that her decision to go into business back then was also directly related to Tong Tong. Because Tong Tong had been diagnosed with autism, and Su Changhe refused to provide any support, Tong Tong's parents had been driven to distraction, borrowing money from friends everywhere with nowhere left to turn, while Su Zishan wept tears day after day.

Not only her, but Sato Ryouichi who had just approached, as well as the PR Director of House D America, Ralph, both wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

Numerous patients across the world were still suffering under the torment of illness, and he could not cure every single ailment. What he had learned was still too shallow; he needed to continue diligently studying medical arts.

What's more, Mo Yu's hair was short now, making him look genuinely like a proper young man.

Upon hearing that there would be much running around and toil, Xie Yun immediately backed out of the idea. For him, going out to run errands for two days was practically a fate worse than death—he'd rather pass.

Of course, this still required Shangguan Yi's help, as he was the one who would arrange for the Hai family members to walk to specific locations at specific times.

The two long swords collided once again, and fierce gales raged, whipping Wu Xuan and his companion's robes into a snapping frenzy as they locked into a stalemate.

Mo Jiuhua raised an eyebrow, smiled gently at Lin Yuan, and just as he wanted to say something, another voice rang out.

"Mr. Mo, our master wishes to have a meeting with you. I wonder if Mr. Mo would be so gracious as to accompany me on a trip." Seeing that there was no sound from inside the carriage, Lin Ke was not in the least bit impatient.

With fine food right before her, Ming Lan's aversion toward Zhao Yi diminished somewhat. Letting him ruin her appetite simply wasn't worth it.

She didn't dare to get too close and thus didn't know what they had been discussing, so she could only secretly commit it to memory, intending to report back to Ming Lan before deciding on a course of action.

"I've just realized that after people die, they aren't all treated equally—some can still be total badasses!" a certain monarch sighed with emotion.

Qing Yao's vision gradually blurred, and her lips moved in a muffled babble, continuously murmuring, "That's wonderful, that's wonderful..." Slowly, she lost consciousness, closed her eyes, and drifted away with the wind.

After settling Shen Yan and having lunch, Su Yichen headed straight to the city where his mission was to take place, rather than returning to the H Province Military Region.

One had to understand that whether a ghostly entity was well-fed or not made a massive difference to its combat capability—especially for fiends like the Ghost-Faced Soul-Eater Spider. Once it devoured a soul, it might very well unleash entirely new abilities.

"What a pity about the previous episode; I've always thought Star Lord had the highest hopes!" Zhao Gongming didn't quite know what else to say. Talking about the show at least provided a common topic, didn't it?

Jiang Yun frowned, sensing the severity of the situation. The resurrection of an peerless Divine King had far too great an impact. Many major factions did not want the Jiang family to acquire the Nine Secrets, and this probing test was merely the beginning.

This matter was a pain the Prince Jin Consort could never speak of. The wound had scabbed over for more than a dozen years, yet now, Ming Lan had unceremoniously and forcefully ripped it open, leaving it dripping with fresh blood once again.

Rong Rong's brows furrowed slightly. Zheng Xinyi's words sounded rather pointed, seemingly devoid of any goodwill.

Of course, this was because Bai Yi had not taken any defensive measures, facing it entirely with his true physical body. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily affected by the toxic miasma.

Yun Xiao struck one of the wolves on the head without a single moment of hesitation, carving a path for the man so he could escape first.

An Xiang also genuinely felt happy for Qi Yanting. Had it not been for falling off a horse back then, Qi Yanting would have soared up the ranks long ago, and might even have become a great general commanding hundreds of thousands of troops.

Huang Yuankui's lips curled in a faint, mocking smile. He really wanted to tell those colleagues of his that they were overthinking things. Would His Majesty go to the grueling trouble of establishing an elite army just to guard palace gates and patrol? Definitely not. Besides, he and His Majesty shared the bond of facing adversity together; as long as he didn't do anything foolish, His Majesty would never treat him shabbily.

Chang Guanyan knew the reason why Xiu Qiqi had taken action, but even though it was brought up again after a two-year hiatus, Chang Guanyan still felt a warmth blossoming in his heart.

Yet, what use would it be to meet? Because of the disparity in their statuses, she was bound to marry the Crown Prince, while he would have to marry her concubine-born younger sister.

"Many thanks, Lord Ji." Xu Yan stepped close to Ji Ao's side, a spring-breeze smile gracing his face, though his eyes alone remained unfathomably deep.

The hairpin in Mo Feiluan's hand dropped to the ground with a sharp snap, and then she dashed toward Jiang Yiting, the two of them embracing tightly in the great hall.

She had never imagined she would hear words of apology from his mouth. He was the supreme sovereign whose single word decided the fate of the heavens; he had no reason to bow his head to anyone.