Volume 1, Chapter 37: Paying for Peace and Quiet

He Qingjia shielded her face with a round fan. She truly wanted to match Li Chunjian’s display of emotion, but accustomed to a cold and detached expression, she merely placed her hand in his.

As a friend, Tian Fang could not bear to watch her dear friend miss out on her destiny, and for the first time, she spoke up proactively when facing Lin Yang.

Liu Mo’s title as Salt Inspection Commissioner was no mere formality; the men brought by Su Zhongle all belonged to the Salt Transport Office.

Wang He offered a reminder. Qin Ming’s eyes flickered, but he eventually nodded and followed Wang He toward the inner palace.

Xiao Yi stood guard outside Zhu Min’s bedchamber, his armor shimmering with a chilling aura under the moonlight, and an eerie coldness gripped his heart. The squad leader’s face was as pale as the moonlight itself. Liu Mo needed only a single glance to know that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Your Highness, Prince Kang, yesterday my mistress handed over her entire fortune. If you intend to go to Louwailou for a grand feast again today, please go to Pingkang Ward and sell your backside first," Lvyun said, finishing a bowl of plain porridge.

Lin Shu fell silent, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Judging by the timeline, the men of Langya should have arrived long ago, unless they had avoided this path or had already passed them by.

As for why they abandoned the original Axis Cult... perhaps they simply disliked the sound of the old name.

Qin Tian spoke with an expression of deep shame; had Qin Ming not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

However, upon detecting that the owner of the resource point was Zhou Zheng, a new notification sounded.

In truth, they agreed with the idea of using negotiations to buy time, but the price of such negotiations was simply too difficult to bear.

"I actually hope your magic is perfected even later. I am still afraid—afraid that once I leave, I shall never return. It is not that I covet life; I merely covet her."

Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha looked puzzled, but unable to say anything, they had no choice but to start over.

Unexpectedly, Tu Anbang decisively threw out the Blood Prison Pagoda, which happened to appear in the legends of the barbarians.

The Yan Kingdom began launching attacks without restraint, yet they were unsure if they could withstand this trump card of the Yan Kingdom.

Cheng Mingfei naturally did not know that Abu was bluffing the manager; he was simply afraid that Cheng Mingfei, lacking tournament experience, would underperform, so he prepared a "protect-the-carry" lineup just in case.

Although their meetings were limited, Vermouth left a profound impression on her.

Cheng Mingfei even played many "15-minute games," where he forced his opponents to surrender exactly at the 15-minute mark.

Volibear was quite strong and served as a solution to Udyr, but that did not mean Volibear could truly contend with Udyr.

After giving his orders, Zhu Binhou quickly donned his own gear. He was going to operate alongside the special forces.

Zhuang Qingqing shook her head slightly; she didn't care about the others, as long as she was fed. With that thought, she buried her head and desperately stuffed her stomach.

Television content after ten o'clock was utterly boring, showing reruns of films from thirty years ago.

However, his glance just now had been noticed by quite a few people. Consequently, they all turned their gazes toward Ye Zihan.

The most important ingredient for detoxifying Ye Zihan was the Blood Lotus Seed, which grew on Kun Mountain—the seat of the Yunlan Sect, the premier sect of the Qiulan Continent. As one of the sect's vital holy relics, obtaining the Blood Lotus Seed was exceedingly difficult.

At this moment, Tang Feng shouted, "While you're at it, bring my underwear too! The sky-blue extra-large one with a pocket on it—yes, that one."

Speaking, she lay on the sofa with a slightly flushed face. The location of Xia Huo's final strike had been somewhat misplaced; it was the first time she realized that a man's backside could also be resilient.

"It wouldn't be that he has some new idea and sent you to tell me, would he?" Huo Lingfeng plopped down onto the sand and asked.

The Zhuxian Sword, relentless, crisscrossed in the sky. The tribulation clouds were slashed into shreds, and Song Yun was left stunned. This was no longer a tribulation; it was a mockery of the Heavenly Tribulation. Although the Zhuxian Sword had only just become an Emperor-grade artifact, its power was already earth-shattering.

In this way, the test of human nature was merely a measure of one's potential on the path of a combatant. Realizing this, Lin Tao finally felt at ease. The three parts of the "God's Trial" were strength of combat spirit, state of mind, and potential. These three factors determined whether a combatant could have a bright future.

Chu Qinghan smiled at Jiang Fan, walked to the driver's seat, and plopped down as well.

"Right or wrong, the world shall judge. Venerable Mido, since you still harbor no regret, you truly deserve to die!" Du Yuan declared immediately.

Once Sai Huatuo spoke, several senior martial artists fell silent. Bringing glory to China and defending its safety was indeed a great achievement. The rule of the Chinese martial arts world was to respect those who fought for the nation and its people.

The enemy soldiers began to cheer, but just as they finished, a chaotic whistling sound arrived, and black masses descended from the sky, smashing onto their heads.

Yet that person said, "Heh, I am Elder Kaiwu; I am here to enlighten hearts, I cannot succumb to depravity!" Nevertheless, as one dark shadow after another invaded, Elder Kaiwu’s consciousness was completely consumed.

A strange smile touched his lips, and the heavy stone in the Dutian Demon God’s heart finally settled. Although he did not know why the sword of stars he had summoned had shattered, it no longer mattered.