Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Four: First Encounter with Cheng Yao

He sat beside the door, never idle; the muscles of his left arm and shoulder tensed and relaxed slowly, or performed some difficult stretches.

“How did you end up here?” Fang Hui turned and saw the look of utter despair on Ye Yixia’s face, a kind of heart-wrenching intensity she had never witnessed before. All traces of her previous foolishness had vanished; her face was filled with sorrow and hopelessness.

Her voice was soft, like clouds drifting across a clear sky. Mo Youting mused that perhaps only that man could make the once domineering and powerful Du Ruo melt into a wisp of mist.

Although the Three Absolutes Sect was one of the top ten sects, they had few high-grade spirit talismans in reserve. Had it not involved Zhang Yiren and the Dragon Gate Order, the sect leader would never have produced three high-grade talismans at once.

No, she must not leave Maple Forest Academy. She had come here because of her father; if she was forced to leave, what would people say outside? An Ruoran, I will never let you win.

The disciple selected by Zhang Pingtian, though startled for a moment, quickly regained composure. After bowing respectfully to Zhang Pingtian, the Three Absolutes Sect disciple turned and rushed toward the transparent barrier of the divine palace.

After speaking, Fan Ameng led Tiger out of the office, following the deer enclosure wall toward the depths of the mountain hollow shaded by dense foliage.

Throughout the process, he uttered not a single word. His handsome face was taut, a chilling aura radiating from him.

“Does His Highness mean to betroth A Heng directly to Qin Shao?” Princess Pingjiang was slightly surprised and asked.

When the Beast King spoke openly of their only hope for survival, everyone’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

Zhao Jie sat in the chair, occasionally glancing at Zhao Langfeng. He himself hadn’t expected that the child wasn’t his own.

Yet as Patch secretly scoffed to himself, Nick Fury seemed to sense something amiss. He suddenly looked up, brows furrowed, and fixed his gaze intently on Patch.

The clear, sacred singing echoed above the Vatican, reaching the ears of all who gazed skyward.

This was somewhat alarming; the village chief specially brought people to investigate who had told the old woman about Granny Temple, but after much searching, no clues were found. Instead, the tale of Granny’s transformation was confirmed.

But, the Remnant Master wouldn’t die so easily, right? He was Jiugao’s master, far more powerful than her. If she survived, how could he fail to escape?

I glanced toward the restroom; Jiang Ciyun hadn’t returned yet. I quickly replied with a message: I love Tang Ying. Perhaps it’s best we rarely contact again.

Lin Feng finally eliminated all the traps and found the NPC. It was an old man with white hair, looking frail and covered in bloodstains. On his chest was a white flower pierced by a golden sword—the emblem of the Angel Alliance.

Huang Tianchou stared, dumbfounded. I never expected Wei Yuwei, a ghost immortal, to be so formidable.

The Witch Guards all frowned. Tianzi had no intention of proposing—what did that mean? Did he not wish to honor the promise? They scoffed at Tianzi’s claim; what could possibly be more important than the wedding of Yue’er and Tianzi?

At the same time, Nick Fury’s brows tightened as he looked at Orianna with growing caution.

Or perhaps this was not a naval base at all, but had drifted elsewhere during that terrifying battle.

Thanks to the Zhao family, Zhao Yuran—despicable as she was—not only secretly stole her dowry but even took her wedding dress.

When the time comes, I will display my abilities and gain the attention of Japan’s top officials—it should not be difficult.

Director Qian’s words were ostensibly for the appraiser, but in fact a veiled jab at Xie Cansen for failing to recognize talent.

Though the chemistry building was abandoned, many chemical apparatus remained; students often came to retrieve them.

“That’s not my concern,” Shen Liuli shrugged, utterly indifferent.

Qi Huainan looked up at Lin Wanqiu, whose eyes blazed with stubborn defiance; he wasn’t angry at her words.

This way, even without intelligence from memory fragments, they could track enemies by their blood, gaining another invisible means of pursuit.

Western Xia was far less stable than Great Ning, torn by constant strife—a perfect refuge for fugitives.

Su Qingqing sneered coldly, watching the Fire Poison Ancestor being blasted away, blood spraying through the air. Her lips curled faintly; she had always been unruly, and after spending time with Chen Nan, his shameless tricks had thoroughly influenced her. How could a few words from the Fire Poison Ancestor muddle her mind?

After so much discussion, Li Lu couldn’t help but envy Li Er and Changsun. He didn’t wish for a wife as virtuous as Changsun—if she could avoid dragging him down, that would suffice.

I hadn’t understood what she meant at first, but after a moment’s thought, it dawned on me instantly.

From the look of it, Yang Ying seemed intent on hauling her out in this manner. Tan Qing’s expression changed abruptly, shooting Yang Ying a fiercely hostile glare.

At that same moment, two supreme masters emerged from the Sacred Moon Sanctuary, one holding a fragment of the same mirror, which soared into the void.

Lin Tousi quickly withdrew his hand to touch the light switch on the wall, but as soon as his fingers brushed the switch, another large hand seized his, preventing him from turning on the light. Lin Tousi panicked, struggling desperately to shake off the strange hand; his strength vastly surpassed Xu Youhui’s, yet he could not break free from the other’s grip.