Chapter Seventy-Two: Aunt Sicao’s Forbidden Grounds

My chest tightened, and it felt as if my throat were about to be crushed by his grip. Left Fatty panicked, lifted his foot, and kicked at him fiercely. Chang Yu's grip on my neck loosened as he raised his hand to block Left Fatty's kick. Though Chang Yu only stumbled back a step, Left Fatty clutched his foot, crying out in pain, rolling on the ground, teeth bared with agony. Taking the chance, I twisted Chang Yu's wrist in a reverse grip, then kicked him hard in the chest.

...

But just as this thought flashed through his mind, a sudden voice in his head stunned Li Song once again.

Some were anxious, while Fan was bold—not only opposing them, but also worried that the descendants of the family heirloom would be in danger, or that he might desecrate the land.

"Your Majesty," Yun Yaar nodded, tracing a few squares on the ground with her toe, softly calling out to Murong Ting.

Meanwhile, when Lele saw from the second-floor balcony that Ye Wei's car was driving off into the distance, she immediately knew he was lying.

After all, while this place was rich in spiritual energy, Earth had also experienced two revivals of spiritual energy and was not much worse now. There was no reason to remain here as a wild man.

Ye Fan had ten followers assigned to him, but all of them were killed between Anzhou and Kunzhou.

Aside from the cultivators who already lived in Samsung City, many members of external supernatural organizations were also present.

Throughout his life, he had calculated the fates of so many people, made so many plans—all for the well-being of the fox tribe. Everyone present had been included in his schemes, but it was all for the tribe—he was nothing if not meticulous.

"Madam Mo, you are too kind to invite us to such a luxurious place. You really went to so much trouble," Aunt Wu said politely. She had never been to such an upscale place in her entire life, let alone dined there.

Likewise, within the river of fate, inside the World Tree, countless beings and mighty figures were shocked by its transformation.

The clash of sight and sound was too much for Ji Fei to bear. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle the trembling in her fingers.

All the way, Meng Qian pouted, feeling regretful that her good friend couldn't travel with her. She complained to Meng Fan, asking why he didn't wait so they could go together—it would have been so much better.

Yuan Mei was chosen by a middle-aged woman with yellowed teeth. After bargaining for half a day, she was bought for eight hundred yuan.

Not to mention today’s backward medical technology—even decades from now, permanent brain damage remains an intractable problem.

Thinking of the various arrays and talismans he had set down around the area, Tong Shaoqing narrowed his eyes. If anyone wanted to find him, they would have to pass his tests first.

These plow oxen were especially strong. They were products of spatial technology, highly intelligent, and didn’t need to be tethered—they wouldn’t wander off.

Su Tang got out of bed to wash up, pausing for a moment when she saw the hot water and toothpaste already prepared in the bathroom.

Di Yadong wanted to curse, but Cherry bit his face savagely, tearing off a chunk of flesh. His curses dissolved into screams of pain.

An Ruo suddenly remembered—this was the woman who used to throw all those flirtatious glances at her. It turned out her taste was quite good; all her former subordinates were now high-ranking. Clearly, her own sense of aesthetics was spot on.

With such a grand display, Wen Qixuan must have gotten into trouble again this afternoon and was now being found out.

Each imperial censor performed their duty, investigating the hundred offices and supervising all provinces, determined to purge the Grand Qian of all corrupt practices.

Yanyan, freshly recovered the three thousand taels she had extorted from Ma Jin for her two younger brothers, looked especially spirited.

Seeing the crowd of martial artists at the scene stunned into silence, Kahebu snorted coldly. The middle-aged steward quickly pressed down with his right hand, secretly signaling.

Ma Jin tested all the imperial censors accompanying the court this time. Except for Cai Yang and Gou Qingtong, who were resolute, the others were all waiting to see how things would unfold.

At this moment, the old man seemed to transform in an instant from a doddering fool into the Cardinal Archbishop at the very apex of the Holy See—second only to the Pope himself—radiating an imposing and sacred presence.