Volume 1, Chapter 38: He Cares Not for Beauty or Ugliness

At that very moment, hundreds of dark shadows surged through the forest at extreme speed, surrounding Mu Hen, Steward Wu, Tie Youli, and his ten subordinates.

Concubine Jiang curled her lips, Wei Yun’s eyes flickered, and Wei Feng let out a cold snort. He rushed ahead of the group, fleeing with such haste that within a few breaths, he had turned into another corridor and vanished from sight.

Di Shituan brought Xue Ru back to the Holy City and ordered Zong Yunyan to collect a large quantity of Soul Flowers and Soul-Nurturing Grass.

As a sudden clap of thunder erupted and light enveloped the scene, the Fifth Judge opposite him jerked to a halt. His mourning staff and whip shattered simultaneously, and he was struck back several paces, collapsing to the ground.

Today, Chongguang Temple is a vast, ancient temple bustling with incense. Standing outside the magnificent temple gates and gazing up at the buildings perched halfway up the mountain, one feels as if looking at a stairway to the ethereal void.

Just after hanging up the phone, Chen Yanqing returned. Her expression was in stark contrast to the high spirits she had when she left.

The Skeleton King was instantly bewildered. How did he get caught in the crossfire while just lying there? Who had he offended? Why was he always the unlucky one?

With a single strike of annihilation, time and space seemed to freeze. Only the blinding brilliance of the blade was visible; the figure of Di Shituan was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing that Yun Xi did not object and even mentioned the child, Zi Lan immediately went to the Zhonghe Palace, jubilant, to report the news.

Yang Lin had figured out Li Yuan’s trump cards; the next person to handle was naturally his other father-in-law. However, compared to Li Jiancheng, Chai Xiaohe was far less easy to deal with.

Yet, Xiao Yunfei was uncertain about the level of danger involved or whether the Xiao family’s strength was sufficient for the task, which was why he sought Xiao Ding’s advice.

"What are you doing?" Hearing the sound of scissors, an ominous premonition suddenly flooded Ruan Meizhao’s heart. Could it be that he intended to shred her clothes?

"Haha, a friend of Qiu’er? Good, good, no need for formalities," Shi Dakui said with a smile, while the elderly man behind him also nodded and smiled.

Another skeleton emerged on the surface of the magma. Xu Jianyu said with contempt, "Ignorant fool, did you really think the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts was so easy to trespass?"

As he spoke, his feet kicked out violently toward the train window. While train windows are quite sturdy, they could not withstand Lu Xuan’s full-force kick, even in his severely injured state.

Lu Xuan was overjoyed. He had yet to find a suitable weapon, and now, just as he was drowsy, someone had brought him a pillow. This trip to Chongqing had been highly rewarding.

That was a winter, a winter of extreme, biting cold. The north wind whistled, blowing relentlessly for three days and three nights.

Having made up her mind, Ruan Meizhao simply gave up struggling. She even stopped crying, though tears continued to stream down her face, falling silently against her will.

I shook my head. I had suspected this possibility, but I have now ruled it out. If Seventh Brother dared to stir in such freezing weather, it meant he had replenished his energy; Mother Tong’er’s immunity had faded, and Tong’er’s blood had been contaminated.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Venerable said, "She is still there. That girl’s talent is quite remarkable; she is already at the fifth level of the Divine Emperor realm." Long Luo was shocked. Long Yan had only been at the first level of the Divine Emperor realm back then; in just a century, she had reached the fifth. Even he could not keep up with that pace.

"How do you know?" Murong Changfeng had been bedridden since arriving in Cloud City, so he was unaware of the origin of this Silkworm Armor.

Da Luo also smiled. He felt moved by his young master, who was never stingy with his subordinates.

"Just starve to death then!" Yu Pianpian said fiercely, and Ji Chanjuan pointed to the stove nearby.

Ling Xuewei turned around in surprise. The chanting was the voice of a young man, not hers.

They were vicious to their enemies but held no suspicion toward their brothers. They had come here with only a hesitant curiosity, but now they were completely won over by Fan Yu.

But where could Qing Nifeng have gone? Could he have left the Central District?

Princess Huaizhen still pouted, seemingly unsatisfied. However, before entering the palace, her father, Prince Ning, had warned her not to be too presumptuous in front of Empress Dowager Changtai. Thus, she nodded with a pout, letting Su Ruhui off the hook.

A mere interrogation was enough to terrify the dignified Yang Li of Shanghai to this extent... Did such a person even exist in Shanghai?

"The three elders went to hunt down a rogue cultivator named Li Hexian. He carries that piece of Gray Gold lost during the last incident in the Gray Rain Plains," someone said, their body tense and filled with trepidation, even though they were an elder at the thirteenth level of the Fish-Dragon realm.

"Fine..." Nie Linglong felt she really needed to follow the two of them. After exchanging a glance, she bowed to the prefect.

However, setting traps was too limiting. Huacheng didn't think much of it, and Zhe Wudi lacked the necessary grandeur; for the Huacheng gang at this time, it was merely a temporary shelter.

Zhang Tie pressed the crushed leaves, now turned into green juice, onto his wound. The gunshot wound swelled, red and inflamed, and sweat rolled down Zhang Tie’s forehead.

He was certain the target was in this area, but looking out, there was nothing but snow, and more snow.

They knew the old bastard Zhao Jianqiang was still alive. Three shots hadn't killed him; it was an anomaly. To them, this was more than a disgrace—not killing Zhao Jianqiang would be a lifelong regret.

"Yang Jiahu, you don't need to come tonight. I have other arrangements." Qian Qiyue patted Yang Jiahu’s back and spoke quietly. The cramping in her stomach continued, so her tone could hardly be pleasant. Before, she had called him "Jiahu," but now she had reverted to his full name.