Volume 1, Chapter 26: Six Little Sprites

They say winning a man’s heart is like crossing a mountain, while winning a woman’s is like piercing a veil. Back on the mountain, six other enchantresses had been lurking, leaving her no chance to be alone with Chen Fan at night. Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, Shen Ruyi felt it would be a huge loss if she didn't seize it and claim her senior brother. As for modesty or reserve—those didn't exist for her. Once she became his woman, those six little vixens would have to address her as their eldest sister when they met.

"Junior sister, you shouldn't do this..." Chen Fan swallowed hard, his breathing becoming shallow. The fragrance radiating from Shen Ruyi left him feeling dazed and intoxicated, his blood beginning to boil.

"Ding San, tell Zhang Ning and Wang Dabing that they are to follow everything Team Leader Su says," Chen Fei instructed.

Only when one side ran out of arrows, became physically exhausted, or suffered a lapse in concentration could a true victor be determined. In archery, the elves held the advantage with their near-perfect accuracy, capable of hitting their mark almost every time.

Kassadin coughed up a large amount of blood. The lethal ray hadn't killed him, but it had certainly left him severely wounded.

The man wore a heavy, ragged black coat and was covered in weapons from head to toe. Despite his strange attire, one could just barely tell he was an adventurer.

It seemed Rotor’s death had hit everyone hard. Precisely because of this, they had to pull themselves together and work harder; after all, he was a detective.

They watched helplessly as their Lord Tingli lunged forward, moving with the sluggishness of slow motion, even though it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The real estate company was named Trump Realty, a subsidiary of the Trump Group. Naturally, the agents handling multi-million-dollar mansion deals like this held considerable influence within the firm.

After finishing this passage, the bard paused. He glanced at the now-empty tavern and began to pack his belongings, preparing to leave.

"Oh, this child still doesn't believe me... No matter, I can let you experience the power of your ancestors. You’ll just have to pay the price afterward. Of course, if you don't want to, that’s fine too; I can always take it back." As Tang Yuan spoke, he reached out and snapped his fingers at Lady.

All these figures were the result of Gu Cheng’s own snowball effect and his diligent governance. Moreover, it was the result of cross-promotion from Huang Yi’s Ding Sanshi and Ali’s Ma Feng.

"Your true self has transformed into a sea of sins, leaving behind only a single strand of true spirit. Do you really think you can defy the heavens?" the Ice Emperor roared.

Uncle Guo Changsheng told me not to compete with Junior Brother Zhang. Perhaps he had already sensed these things, which is why he advised me against it.

Previously, Zhang Qingxiu had been following behind Huang Zhong and the others. Later, he learned that Cao Ren was leading a large army toward Wan County, and Huang Zhong had led his troops to intercept them.

Just as the Black Lotus Type II was about to be sliced in two, the great sword mecha was suddenly knocked back by an uncontrollable force, allowing the Black Lotus Type II to escape the crisis.

At high noon, in the Prince of England’s mansion, inside the residence of Heir Qin Kuang, the Crown Princess Jiang Qi wore a pale yellow silk gown. She leaned against an exquisite lounge chair, gently waving a sandalwood fan while listening to her personal attendant, Nanny Jin, report the news.

Outside the Mother of All Things Pool, countless powerhouses gathered—Saints, Epics, Supreme Yangs, Most Holy, and Sovereigns... Regardless of who they were, at this moment, they all stared wide-eyed at the mass of chaotic energy.

At this moment, the Heavenly Court was serene, gathering the vast, infinite momentum of the universe, nearly coalescing into the One, the True One, the Eternal One.

Che Wuyou was thinking of returning to Nanche when he suddenly saw a very mysterious middle-aged man appear before him. The man was mysterious because his arrival was so bizarre; he had appeared almost out of thin air.

After saying this, Yuan Ruochen didn't even look at Zhang Kun, bowing his head and walking past him, completely ignoring the way Zhang Kun’s eyes twitched.

Although soul skills were powerful, they consumed a massive amount of the user’s energy. Ye had already used the Wind Cicada Technique once before, and this was the second time; even with his eighth-stage Origin-level strength, it was a struggle.

A youth dressed in fine silk robes burst in without announcement. His face was as flawless as jade, his features delicate, and his obsidian-like eyes shone with a dazzling light; his joy was written all over his face.

Zhou Xuan hung up the phone, dazed for a moment. He sat blankly on the sofa, turned on the television, but didn't take anything in, sitting there for the entire afternoon. Clutching his phone tightly, he both longed to hear news of Ye Jing and feared it at the same time.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Nian Chuxia said with a gentle smile, trying her best to make it look like a chance encounter.

"Young Master, since you’ve entered the Bright Moon Pavilion, don't you know that Bright Moon sells her talent, not her body? Besides, she already has someone," Bright Moon looked at him, acting so innocent, as if she truly wanted to submit to him, but unfortunately, she already had a man.

Even though she was kind-hearted, she possessed a basic understanding of the world, and Fang Cheng’s heaven-defying methods truly terrified her.

"A palace built for me?" Leng Xianning chewed on these words, suddenly covering her mouth as her eyes widened in disbelief.

Yet, Luo Feng often looked at her with an expression that could almost be described as lingering attachment and sorrow, which, aside from causing her distress, ignited a trace of anger she couldn't quite explain.

She deliberately pronounced the words 'clever, sensible, and empathetic' with such force and clarity that even a fool could understand that An Youran was referring to Chen Yueting’s earlier attempt to fathom Li Yan’s thoughts. This only added fuel to the fire, causing Li Yan, who was already annoyed by his reckless words, to burn with even greater rage.

Lin Feng wanted to defend himself, but at that moment, Panshizi suddenly erupted: "Talk of your grandmother's nonsense! My disciple would never do such a despicable, vulgar thing." Panshizi thought to himself: This Bai Yuming clearly knows my disciple’s cultivation is not as high as that young man’s, yet she falsely accuses him. What could her motive be?

The Heir did not directly answer her barrage of questions. He looked at An Youran through the firelight for a moment before parting his lips, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a joyous cry.