Chapter 23: Bone Reading and Physiognomy

Since Sima Yun had already had his fortune told, Liu Qi realized that refusing would only invite suspicion. Yet, he felt a twinge of anxiety, fearing the monk might actually discern something. Still, he reasoned it wouldn’t matter; he could always flatly deny any findings, especially since the monk’s palm reading and bone assessment of Sima Yun hadn't seemed particularly accurate. Consequently, Liu Qi stepped forward and allowed the monk to examine him.

The black-robed monk placed his hands on Liu Qi’s head and closed his eyes. His expression, initially pleasant, began to darken into a frown as his fingers moved, tracing the structure of Liu Qi’s bones. He tilted his head, turning his face to the side...

Gongshan Muling’s circle of associates was vast; those she associated with were either the children of the wealthy or the offspring of high-ranking officials, or, like him, disciples of ancient martial arts families. Any one of them, if called upon, would be enough to let Gongshan Muling flaunt her power.

Furthermore, the Guanzhong region was a strategic stronghold. It was no coincidence that the Great Qin and the powerful Han dynasties had established their empires there. With these three conditions as a premise, was there any need to analyze how the Duke of Tang intended to secure his reign?

As the words fell, Zhang Kexin did not continue, and the atmosphere grew quiet. She realized that to truly find peace of mind, the Empress of the Wu Star was secondary; the most critical task was how to eliminate Lü Boyun.

"In this house, alcohol is forbidden." Li Ziting placed his empty glass on the bar, stating each word with icy indifference.

"Brother Kuo, are you alright?" Li Chun asked anxiously as he and his men arrived and saw me.

Alva patted his shoulder heavily. Having learned the outcome, he set down the syringe with a dim expression, sat back, and closed his eyes.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, casting its blistering heat upon the pristine white beach. The intense temperature seared the skin, making one feel as if trapped in the height of summer.

The scientists went mad, rushing forward with flashlights, frantically feeling along the two stone statues.

"This... what?! What do you mean by 'not the first time'?" Lan Youming stared at Shirley, dazed, feeling a strange and unsettled sensation in his heart.

"Make them do it again!" someone shouted. The call was met with an immediate, clamorous response from the crowd.

The mother gazed at Lin Meimian with tender affection, as if she wanted to etch the girl’s image into her soul forever. "I am so happy to see you after my death," she said, her eyes reddening—though, being a ghost, she had no tears to shed.

Among them, Tang Xiao had surged ahead, having already ascended eight hundred steps to become one of the elite.

"The Son of Heaven’s destructive power is indiscriminate; he cannot distinguish between travelers and wanderers. He wants to kill the wanderers but fears harming the travelers, hence this challenge," White Ghost answered calmly.

Li Tianyou was astounded. The letter stated that he was to succeed as the leader of the Eternal Sword Sect. What exactly had the Ancestor Ziyun whispered to Xiao Ziqin to lead to such a decision? What had happened?

"The Emperor is naturally the supreme ruler of all under heaven; no one can question that." Li Xia began to flatter Qing Ruifan, knowing that since Murong Zhi was unconscious, she would be none the wiser.

He understood the logic in what Li Ziyun said, but past experiences had taught Li Ziyuan one vital lesson: only with thorough preparation could one face the battles that might arrive at any moment. When facing superior Japanese and puppet forces, one should never rely on luck.

Huai Yuanliang arrived in a hurry, seemingly prepared for the scene before him. In the dim light, no one could see the expression on his face.

There was only one chance. While the light machine gun had the range for such a hunt, its precision was lacking. Since human visual range is limited, at this distance, barring a veteran marksman, almost no one could land a hit with the first shot using only the iron sights.

He wanted more teachers like Liu Xi—those loyal to their own values, devoted to their work, and yearning for their worth as educators to be recognized.

However, this did not affect the classes of the two sections. According to today's schedule, the two would have a joint lecture delivered by a professor named Baishou.

Ye Shuhua pressed down on Li Yang, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed. Her oversized T-shirt stretched and distorted from the movement, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Trapped beneath her, Li Yang struggled and begged for mercy.

Lan Mu nodded. He knew well of Zhao Ke’s feelings for his sister; if Lan He could safely escape this ordeal, he would be more than willing to see them together.

He had just taken a step forward when a sharp pain struck his waist. Turning back, he saw blood spilling from his body.

The pain of a hangover and flashes of memory flooded his mind. Li Yang’s head throbbed; his memory ended at drinking with the fat man, and he had no idea how he had returned home.

The "Underwater Ability" talent, simply put, allowed Xia Chuan to move as nimbly in the water as he did on land, and fire-based skills like the Dark Fireball could be cast underwater.

"It really is colder in these mountains than outside, isn't it?" Gu Manwu looked around and, after much hesitation, finally broke the silence.

She had given birth to her son naturally, but this excruciating pain surpassed the agony of labor. It felt as if something were clawing at her intestines, two forces pulling in opposite directions; she felt as if she might bite her tongue in two.

They say fortune favors the prepared mind. Perhaps the act of killing had opened his eyes, or perhaps his luck had simply reached an unstoppable peak; Li Gang’s actions were flawless, and even he could not understand why he remained so calm.

The final two rounds hit the Saint’s back, drawing blood, but the damage was insufficient. The flesh on the Saint’s back writhed and immediately healed. Between the creature’s speed, strength, and that troublesome regenerative ability, Basim immediately realized he was at a disadvantage. Even if he tried to run now, he would be hunted down from behind.

There were many witnesses at the airport, all claiming to have seen Xu Yang—the very fugitive being broadcast on the large screens. The airport’s surveillance footage confirmed it.