Volume 1 Chapter 21 A Gift for Him

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Huang Fei was stunned. He never imagined the truth could be like this; his own self-righteousness had wounded a heart that truly cared for him. Why had he been so impulsive? If only he had remained calm and clarified things at the time, perhaps so many conflicts would never have arisen.

"A-Li, be good. Let's not play this game, shall we?" Jing Yuchen’s tone held a rare trace of pleading.

"How could this be..." He Long stared at Ye Feng in horror, his face filled with astonishment. He had not expected that a low-level Soul King could clash with his spirit techniques without falling behind.

"If I can't make it in the sect, then you are nothing but a pet turtle to me!" Ye Feng said bluntly.

"That’s a real pity. I think with your skills, you could even compete professionally," the owner remarked with a hint of regret.

"By the way, what if my tested talent turns out to be higher than yours?" The young man stopped mid-stride, turned back, and asked Liufeng.

After the crying and the chaos had subsided, it was already the next morning. Li Jia mentioned she was going to South Korea, and that was when I learned Chen Rong had been handling the arrangements for her to go abroad during this time.

Why would the Ancestral God place an object belonging to his mortal enemy within his own divine tomb? Furthermore, judging from the layout of the seventh level, this stone pillar had not been there from the beginning but was placed there later.

Traveling from Dunhuang to Red White Mountain would take nearly a month if we followed the current route. Zhuo Mingfeng had prepared supplies and a guide for us, and our mode of transportation would be camels.

He Lang felt that this short stretch of ten li descended at a slope of at least seventy or eighty meters.

Meanwhile, Li Zhu'er lay on the ground, vomiting blood repeatedly, yet he managed to stand up shakily. Lin Yin no longer looked at him and continued to rush toward Fanglin Gate.

The group chased him to the gate, panting, only to find the thief standing with his arms crossed over his chest, looking lazy and indifferent, as if he had no intention of fleeing further.

In his previous life, Jiang Xie was just like Yun He—a foolish, overly kind-hearted soul who had once saved this distressed mad prince and truly cared for him like a brother.

"Alright, alright. As long as it eases your anger, let alone three chapters, I would agree to three hundred," Yun He said with a bitter smile.

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The secret chamber was no more than ten square meters. In the center lay a pool of clear water. The pool was deep, and the water was crystal clear; strangely, it was boiling, yet it exuded a chilling cold.

The steps were made of marble, the grand gate of sandalwood, and the threshold was wrapped in gold. Upon entering, one was met with a thirty-foot path of bluestone slabs. Every five steps stood a tree, every ten steps a statue, and every thirty steps a pavilion. The front courtyard, spanning dozens of feet in width and hundreds in length, was filled with terraces and pavilions.

He stroked Yun He’s limbs from top to bottom; Yun He’s body still held a faint warmth, and his skin remained fresh and supple.

He was also well-versed in artifact forging and had long wanted to borrow this pendant from King Zhen to study, but the King was temperamental and unfathomably deep, so he dared not ask.

Lan Jue paced toward Mark, who was still in a state of shock. It seemed he had only recently regained consciousness, as if he still could not accept the fact that he hadn't died.

Dark Night wore a traditional black martial arts outfit; such attire would certainly turn heads. Furthermore, he wore his long hair in an ancient style, pinned up. With his medium build, sword-like brows, and star-bright eyes, he looked just like an ancient martial arts instructor.

"I'm fine, Xiangyang, don't be so tense..." Su Liang forced her eyes open, glanced at the stern-faced Qi Xiangyang, and pursed her lips.

For the past three years, everything Qiao Chutian had done was merely fulfilling his contract.

However, his back felt as if it were being scorched by fire, the pain so sharp it made him gasp, making it impossible to sleep; he could only close his eyes and rest.

Even if An Mo Ran were not afraid of death and fought to keep her uterus, it would not change the fact that she was incapable of bearing children; it would only mean throwing away another life.

When he stepped out of the car in a cool, handsome black suit, the gossiping neighborhood women all stared with their mouths agape.

"Good! Minister Liu is known for his bluntness, and today I have witnessed it." Yun Si, who a second ago had been feigning weakness, sat bolt upright. "I wonder how Minister Liu intends to report this to His Majesty?" Yun Si was too lazy to play word games and asked directly.

"Oh my god!" Wang Tianteng cried out in alarm. He tried to dodge to the side but was too late, and was sent flying by the impact of Chen Lizhuang.

The closer the due date approached, the more nervous General Peng became. These days, he went to Xinglin Hall almost every day to have Dr. Shen check Lady Peng’s pulse.

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Ni Shui finally dared to speak; he had been holding back for a long time, and he truly had those animal hairs to "thank" for keeping him quiet.

The wording in Chen Shu’s letter was very unfriendly, bordering on a warning, with no pleasantries whatsoever.

"Reporting to the Immortal, the food boiling in the cauldron is called Oden, and the method was taught by the Immortal Luoyu," the shopkeeper replied truthfully.

Although she had never contributed much effort or managed anything regarding the guild's construction, her influence was everywhere.

Li Chuan sipped a coconut drink, sitting on the curb with a dazed look in his eyes, seemingly not yet recovered from his hangover.

Unlike these youths who chased flashy, trendy fashion, Che Yu cared more about the texture of his clothes and whether they could project a steady, mature image. In terms of aesthetic taste, Che Yu’s understated and mature style stood in stark opposition to the youths' flamboyant extravagance, which was why they didn't care for one another.

At the same moment the young master stepped out of the Marquis's mansion, Fang Caiwei was also lazily waking up under the glow of the morning sun.

Immediately after, Wang Tianteng delivered a side kick that struck Lin Shikai square in the ribs. Lin Shikai, perhaps not even knowing what had happened, was sent flying, crashing into the sofa behind him.

After all, with the power of a Saint, anyone under the heavens who dared to call the Saint by name would be sensed by him.

Accompanied by a whistling sound, several beams of black light pierced through the spot where Yan Wang had just been standing, vanishing into the jungle.

There was no helping it; previously he had criticized Li Zhe for having a superficial understanding of the NBA, but now that Li Zhe had proposed a precise and unexpected method, it was indeed a bit of a slap in the face.