Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Vanishing Woman (21)

Qingxin clutched her robe with one hand while channeling her spiritual power with the other, striking a beam above. With a heavy thud, a man dressed in black, wearing a fanged mask, tumbled into the bath.

Gu Yi and his three companions walked slowly toward the arena under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Gu Yi, initially feeling awkward, gradually grew tense. As they reached the front, he felt as though the very air was thick with nervousness.

"You have been a great help to me, Senior. Even though I have reached the Ninth Realm, I am still accustomed to calling you Elder or Senior," Xu Feng said with a sincere expression.

Because he was an entertainer, he did not visit the school often. When he finally found time to see her, he discovered she had secretly transferred. It was truly outrageous.

"Old Qi, since this falls under your department's coordination, you go sign the contract with them another day. I have already negotiated the appearance fee—eight million. I’ve saved you the trouble once again," Wang Zhihong said with a smile.

Mo Li had not expected her to wake up so suddenly; caught completely off guard, he took a kick directly to the chin.

Listening to Qiao's flowery, persuasive words, Zhang Hao looked at Scar, his gaze turning increasingly mocking.

After finishing his breakfast of bread, milk, and eggs, Xiao Ning was just about to head out to the studio to record a song when a system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

Beiming Qin looked at the beaming, flower-like Qingxin, patted her head, and pressed ten bottles of pills into her hands. "Keep these with you for now; you should find them useful after you descend the mountain."

Li Tongtong took the bank card, confirmed the details with Qin Feng once more, and after he nodded in affirmation, she walked toward the card reader with a sense of resignation.

After reaching a mutual understanding, You Zishi quickly pulled away, gave Su Yin a cool gesture, tossed out a final remark, and strode away without looking back.

Since the last time Zhang Youze dined at Juese, it had indeed been a while since we had met. I did not know what he had been doing during this time, and he seemed to have drifted out of my life entirely. For him to speak like this now, more or less, caused a slight misunderstanding and left me feeling a bit awkward.

However, after what just happened, she felt that the restroom was permeated with a ghostly chill, making it feel rather terrifying.

The selection tournament had been ongoing for three days, yet the final results had not been announced.

Just then, the man in gray scattered some powder onto the ground, which instantly transformed into a poisonous mist, trapping Qiao Xian'er and the Blade Knight within.

To make a half-step breakthrough in a single night—if Master Wu knew, his jaw would surely drop in disbelief. It had taken his own master nearly twenty years to achieve such a feat, yet Ye Tian had done it in one night. It was simply inconceivable.

Ximen Qing felt a sharp pain in his back, turned, and kicked Wu Dalang square in the chest. With a muffled groan, Wu Dalang collapsed, unconscious.

To have a man who stands tall and indomitable, one must know how to tame the beast within him. One must know when to indulge him, becoming the vast grassland where he can gallop freely, and when to persuade him to rein it in, gently and tenderly holding him back to ensure the prodigal son returns, never allowing him to stray from the path.

Zheng Shixin gripped Ye Tian's arm, radiating happiness. Although neither had confessed their feelings, both understood the other's heart perfectly. As the saying goes, love arrives so suddenly that even if you wanted to hide, you could not.

Setting aside whether or not the avian beasts would come, the stench alone was unbearable, and there was hardly a place to even set foot.

Qu Jing stood quietly, holding a folded newspaper in one hand and gripping the handrail of the carriage with the other, watching the world outside the window.

The Immortal Emperor was deeply curious: what kind of supernatural power had Qin Yibai used to stop the Great Brahma? Unless Qin Yibai’s cultivation level exceeded that of the Great Brahma by an entire realm, it would be impossible to trap him with the "Distance as the End of the World" technique. Yet, the Immortal Emperor refused to believe that Qin Yibai possessed such immense power.

Elsewhere, amidst the raging flood, vast energy poured into Han Fei. In an instant, the thirty thousand dragon scales on his body began to glow.

Baffled and unable to find an answer, Qin Yibai tried to approach the eerie statue with his divine sense. As he drew closer, he discovered that countless shrill, agonizing wails were emanating from within the statue's body.

When the Azure Dragon spoke, his tone was laced with irritation and anxiety. He had worked hard to carry out his reconnaissance mission, but the way the White Tiger spoke made it seem as though his progress had been abysmal.

Ming Tian thought it over and agreed; it was better to see the task through to the end, otherwise, how Park Ji-hyo would return later would be a problem.

As the dust settled, two coughs echoed. Everyone was stunned—after such a terrifying barrage, were they truly unharmed?

"Living in deep clouds, eating pine and wearing robes of greenery; it is only because I misjudged the person back then." His hand rested gently on Ding Jingxi's forehead.

Lu Yu nodded, pushed the door open, and stepped inside, immediately spotting the Princess standing by the window, lost in thought.

Looking at the mountain now, Lu Yu could hardly suppress the urge to carve a stone statue of the founder of the Bian Que School.

"I banish the [Flower Robot] from my graveyard to specially summon [Gigantis] from my hand!" No sooner had he finished speaking than a unicorn-man in protective armor roared and burst forth from the ground.

Delora continued to speak in a tone of dissuasion, but she completely failed to understand Mizar's intent.

He turned to look at the battle between Jiang Ling and Qin Cang. Jiang Ling was playing a melody in harmony with his martial spirit, the sound of the zither constant, but Qin Cang merely stood his ground, his gaze as sharp as a torch, locked onto Jiang Ling.

As the words fell, those around Guan Cheng seemed to receive an order and charged forward together. Yet, they heard only the voice of Qi Yu, and then they knew nothing more.

Dan'er sat in the carriage and waved to Lu Yu. Seeing this, Lu Yu boarded the carriage, while Sillas replaced the coachman to drive for them.

Lei Yu meditated for a moment, and a vibrant green thunder bloomed in his palm. It was rich with the essence of life; in an instant, green grass and flowers sprouted wildly all around. It was far superior to the Life-Generating Fruit—or rather, the two were simply incomparable; they were not on the same level at all.

A gunshot rang out. The young master frowned sharply as blood splattered onto his face. He opened his eyes to look, only to see the old man slumped in the swimming pool, appearing quite dead.