59 Clingy

What Ye Hao carried in his bag were precisely those new music albums generously gifted by the superstar. In his memory, his three younger sisters all enjoyed listening to music, though to be frank, Ye Hao had no idea what specific genres they actually preferred.

As for Si Pan and A Hui Mang, they were bitter enemies of many years. Yet no one could have foreseen that both of them would ultimately end up imprisoned in the Celestial Jail.

Dao Wuqong was also the descendant of a Divine Monarch, and his strength was in no way inferior to that of the Sun God Child. If he unleashed his full power, it would prove exceedingly difficult for Sword Godless to shake him off, seeing as he belonged to the absolute pinnacle tier of divine offspring.

Indeed, if Yao Zhan were to personally confess that the Grand Preceptor was the mastermind who ordered the assassination of Madam Zuo, that would carry far more weight than any piece of evidence.

In the past, whenever the Martial Arts Alliance rallied its forces to deal with some heterodox cult, the members of those unorthodox sects would invariably feel a sense of cold lips and dead teeth, a shared sorrow for the fallen. They would dispatch their top experts to meddle and covertly sabotage the alliance's plans.

White Jasmine's eyes suddenly lit up. Something housed in such an extraordinary bottle could certainly be nothing ordinary. The destruction of the celestial dew had initially plunged her into despair, but perhaps this bottle would prove to be a new ray of hope after a dark and difficult turning point.

"My girl, my girl, do not be afraid. I am taking you back home, Feifei is waiting for you right now!" Cheng Yiben embraced her tightly, holding her close as he carried Pei Shiyin out of the hospital.

"Sigh!" Pei Xueke let out a sigh, feeling a deep sense of sorrow over why Li Huai's destiny in this lifetime had been so rugged and full of hardships.

Tao Zhuhu and Tao Zhutu escorted Lan Zihao back to a safe zone, while the rest of the soldiers likewise retreated to the surrounding areas.

The Prince of Zhenrong's Estate—the Elder Prince and the Elder Princess—naturally did not attend, so all such social obligations naturally fell upon their married sons.

The Alliance's act of burning the bridge after crossing the river directly infuriated Xu Nuozhou, and those teammates who had followed Xiao Xiao all the way here were filled with righteous indignation.

Following the old man's words, Beiming Xiu's sword came to an abrupt halt, retracting into its scabbard with a cold snort. He strode off the stage, while Xu Xiu, who had fallen to the ground, slowly climbed back up. Glaring at the departing figure of Beiming Xiu, he clenched his fists tightly and walked down the stage as well.

Sun Ce drifted across the battlefield like a ghost or a deity. Amidst a forest of ten thousand enemy troops, he moved with the ease of someone strolling through his own backyard.

After sending off Grandfather and Grandmother, Grandfather locked himself in his room beneath the resentful gaze of his father. He knew that the path he had chosen would inevitably lead to such an end. Although explanations could make sense of everything, doing so would truly drag the lives of his entire family down into the abyss.

The graceful and slender figure walking toward them wore a gentle smile on her face. Her autumn-clear eyes still brimmed with profound affection, and the crisp sound of her high heels tapped to a halt right before them.

Grandfather lowered his wine cup, recalled the events of years past, smiled faintly, and picked up the cup to drain it in a single gulp.

During his enlightenment, Xiuyuan came to realize that each of these nine states of mind required an astonishing amount of spiritual energy to refine and transform into the avian form.

"Wait a little longer." Seeing that the blood in the bowl was not yet sufficient, I wanted to prepare a bit more for Bai Liunian. Otherwise, the round trip would take seven or eight days, and the amount would definitely not be enough.

"No, let her get a good rest! I'll come pick her up tomorrow morning." Shen Jibei raised his eyes to glance upstairs and replied with a smile.

"Since the parties involved have spoken, you may leave." With an icy tone, Shi Zongyue removed his foot from Uncle Li's face.

Seeing Xiao Yifan nod with a smile, Boss Bu said nothing more. Nie Jing, who had turned to leave, glanced back to say thank you to Xuan Yun, and then cast a grateful look toward Xiao Yifan as well.

Anyone with an understanding of the history of the Bashu region would know that Bashu's well salt became renowned in later generations, but that was only after Bashu had completely transformed into the Land of Abundance. As for the Warring States period, let alone producing salt, the Bashu region had to have many daily necessities shipped in from places like Guanzhong by the Qin State.

By this time, Hu Jianqiang and Hu Jianjun had mostly recovered from their injuries, at least outwardly returning to over eighty percent of their previous condition.

To be honest, Ni Yuan's martial arts techniques and strength were indeed somewhat chilling, but simply relying on point-to-point instant kills seemed far from sufficient. After all, this place was populated by experts of the Purple Rank, among whom formidable existences abounded. Should even a single person manage to escape, one could easily imagine how infinitely more difficult it would be to eliminate them later.

Secondly, Hu Mingchen's capital was extremely limited. Even with the ten yuan given by Hu Jianqiang included, he had less than eighty yuan on him right now. If he were to choose large cards, it would make the quantity and variety appear pitifully small. Even if he only took one hundred large cards, they would take up more than half of his resources.

Across Gu Jingchen's back, the outline of his bones was clearly visible, and along his cervical spine were countless needle marks—scars left behind by years of acupuncture. Some areas of his skin had turned a dark, mottled reddish hue, leaving virtually not a single inch of unblemished skin.

Shifting his awareness away from his own body and gazing outward, Yan Chutian merely swept a brief glance to realize that not only had his own cultivation broken through, but Qiu Yu had also advanced. At this moment, she was a genuine fourth-layer Primordial Pill realm cultivator.

Song Yi opened his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitating. He looked at the undried tear tracks still lingering on Qi Ran's face... and within the depths of his eyes lay endless guilt.

Huang Xuanling poured out a golden, pearl-like Golden-Forming Pill, regulated his breath slightly, and tossed the pill into his mouth.

Moments later, several masked men pried open the vehicle doors. One of the men reached out to grab Zhao Xueer by the hair and delivered a fierce karate chop to the back of her neck. Zhao Xueer, who had still been struggling incessantly, instantly went limp and collapsed into the man's arms.