Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Child Named Guoguo (05)

Such melodramatic scenes of a philandering husband and a raging wife naturally failed to hold his attention. He merely glanced at them for a fleeting moment before withdrawing his gaze, though soon enough, Shi Ah discovered another bizarre spectacle.

A single thought could bring life or death; life meant soaring straight to the skies with a meteoric rise in power, while death meant vanishing into smoke and reducing everything to absolute nothingness.

Major sects and prestigious families alike were filled with boundless envy, intensely jealous of the Immortal Spirit Sect's immense good fortune. Across the entire Coiling Dragon World, such cultivators were countless, yet precisely because Ye Feng’s formidable reputation preceded him, none of these people dared to act rashly.

His mastery and development of the Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit surpassed that of the other two admirals, yet he still remained incapable of bending light, which was precisely why he had charged headfirst into a kunai.

Surrounding three sides while leaving one open served no other purpose than to destabilize the enemy's morale, leaving them with no heart to defend the city. People inherently feared death, and upon seeing a glimmer of hope for escape, they would invariably cling to that lingering shred of anticipation.

Ye Wushuang stared right back at him as well, a cold, mocking sneer curving the corners of his lips. How could he possibly fail to understand what the other man's gaze signified?

A sound akin to a beating heart emanated from the black sphere, followed by wave after wave of kinetic shockbursts. Had Zhang Ye not exerted his absolute strength to suppress it, the accumulated impact forces would likely have blasted his hands backward in defeat.

Several Sea God Clan members at the Ascension realm had formed a battle formation, jointly withstanding the onslaught of a lion-headed, human-bodied monster.

Boom! Wu Tian's body was repelled by the massive rebound of the explosion, sending him hurtling straight backward. By this point, an enormous breach had been blasted through the ice wall by the fiery dragon.

After hearing her out, Zhao Junsheng agreed that Hua Mulan's perspective was sound. Children could not be allowed to become overly dependent on their parents, nor should they be excessively pampered; excessive pampering warped into indulgence, and the saying that a lenient mother ruins her children was not without reason.

Dating back at least to the Reforms of Shang Yang, the penal codes of successive dynasties uniformly classified all illicit gains as "loot." The acceptance of loot mentioned by Zhao Ping here referred strictly to bribery.

Yun Sanqi had no idea what joyous fortune he had encountered; clearly beaded with cold sweat along his brow, he nevertheless smiled like blooming spring flowers, bowing deeply with folded hands. "This humble servant greets Her Ladyship. Today we receive foreign envoys, how could we afford any negligence? Please do not trouble yourself over this servant, do get into the sedan!" He gestured toward the nearby phoenix palanquin.

Li Xuanxuan devoured fifteen of them in succession before finally emitting a satisfying burp, smacking her lips with lingering reluctance as she finally came to a halt.

The room was not particularly large, originally designated as a nursery and previously left mostly empty. Bu Xu had added some bedding and furniture, even specially installing a computer and a television, before officially declaring it his private sanctuary where no one else was permitted to enter, and where no cleaning was required.

"You cannot leave the Heavenly Prison for the time being, lest you cause me to be subjected to public criticism. Just give me the address of the organization, and I shall contact them in person," the Prince of Ning said in an indifferent tone.

In any case, she had no family or relatives to rely on in this place, and when the time came to leave, she would take her trusted aides with her. There was simply no need for her to feel any lingering attachment to the land of Qi; staying here would reduce her to living forever as a man.

"I heard that over the past few days, you've had quite a few conflicts with the junior female students on the peak and beat up quite a a few people?" Lan Bing asked.

Gu Xuanjin watched the green-robed figure vanish into the dark night, shook his head with a helpless laugh, and shouted "Giddy-up!" as he gave chase.

Lu Yichen did not accompany her to the Alle Fashion Gala on the following night, but he had instructed a driver to take her. Accompanying the driver was also an old acquaintance.

Elder Yao was a Grandmaster Alchemist, before whom even Uncle Duomo deferred by three steps. Since he had spoken, she naturally had nothing more to say.

He could never have imagined that the precious treasure he had yearned for with all his heart would turn out to be nothing more than such a tattered fragment of a map.

Through several repetitions of this routine, beginning from four or five in the morning and lasting right through until noon, all coalition forces near the Jiangling Prefecture—whether transporting supplies for the prefectural city or arriving to deliver reports and dispatches—were completely placed under control.

At this moment, because the Horn of Doomsday had been seized by Li Min, meteors no longer rained down from the skies, and the earth was spared further impacts. Instead, the sacred chanting seemed to become the sole sound echoing across heaven and earth.

In stark contrast, the representatives of the imperial vassal states, particularly Tatsuya Uesugi of the Wa vassal state, wore extremely ashen expressions, while the representatives of the other vassal states also wore looks of profound embarrassment.

Even if only for Guan Nubai, who remained covered in blood yet still cared for her and refused to let her step forward, Lü Zhenzhi was determined to risk her life in this fight.

As they spoke, pale white bolts of lightning resembling the sprawling root system of an ancient tree intertwined densely before plunging downward in an instant—and the entire world turned a blinding, vast expanse of white.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jian smiled self-deprecatingly. Relying on the Bones of Chris, his comprehensive combat strength still barely hovered above the realm of Separation, but he estimated that in a few days' time, he would once again be surpassed by Separation.

For a moment, the atmosphere among the group surged with high spirits. Having learned of their mission, they raised no objections whatsoever; after all, they were inextricably entangled in these events, and all of them were children of Earth.

"So, Mr. Sandro, do you have any defense to offer against the aforementioned charges?" The old mage's question carried a hint of playful teasing, though Sandro certainly did not take that as a sign of any preferential treatment toward him.

He looked at Li Jiancheng, thinking to himself that given the other man's intelligence, he should have already figured out what he was about to say.

Su Bao'er looked at Qin Tian's delighted expression, her face instantly complex, her mind adrift in a whirl of unreadable thoughts.

Li Jiancheng coughed softly, suppressing his amusement. It seemed this son of his was simply too straightforward in character; it was hard to blame him for charging forward even upon seeing panicked horses.

Upon hearing that Yang Gao had gone to visit Consort Wang, Empress Xiao breathed a long sigh of relief. As long as he did not go to Consort Xiao's quarters, anything else was fine.

Seeing Qin Tian offer such a guarantee, the Jiang-surnamed disciple completely cast aside his inner misgivings. No longer lingering, he offered an apology to Qin Tian and quickly retreated.

"I wasn't teasing you on purpose; at that time, it truly wasn't convenient to explain the details to you. It's just that seeing your puffed-up, angry look was rather cute, so I couldn't resist holding back the truth for a little while longer," Xiao Geyan replied.