Volume One, Chapter 47: The Landlord’s Son Versus the Wealthy Master’s Heir—Whoever Loses Is a Coward

No one knew where he had gone, and when he reappeared, four years had already passed.

Yingjun grinned and said to Lin Ruoxi, “Don’t be afraid, Ruoxi. Caicai won’t bite you, he only bites bad people.” Yingjun tried to reassure her.

The riverbed of the dark stream was narrow, and the water above it was crystal clear. Mo Langyue reached out to test the temperature; the water was icy cold, biting to the touch. Yet it lacked the smoothness of ordinary water, instead feeling strangely viscous.

In the following days, Cheng Lingzhi pulled a night shift. The patients in the ward remained fairly stable, and there was little to do at night. Compared to her time in the emergency room, it was much more relaxed—she could even get some sleep, without feeling the least bit exhausted.

The masked young woman, seeing her first move fail, tapped her toe lightly and leapt gracefully down from the carriage. With a wave of her whip, she lashed out again. This time, the distance between them had shrunk considerably, and the whip, long and serpentine, chased after her target like a dragon, aiming straight at the plump, rounded shoulder of Zhu Yingying.

He had long suspected it. Li Xue’s strength was already formidable, yet he was only ranked eleventh. Han Dong couldn’t make sense of it until he heard this explanation, which finally put his doubts to rest.

“Alright, I’ll contact him right away. I have his number,” Iron Snake said, pulling out his phone to dial Yun Xiao.

The man in black said he wanted to persuade Ghost Valley Master? By force? Even for him, claiming to convince Ghost Valley Master by force was presumptuous. Could it be that, in these ten years, he had developed some truly terrifying technique?

It was only now that Xiao Huan understood why the shot he had fired at Xiao Jiuniang had been deflected by Master Xin Jing’s prayer beads. It wasn’t that Master Xin Jing’s martial arts surpassed his own, but rather that he himself had been drained of inner strength.

At this moment, Nangong Chirei stood with his hair loose and disheveled, his golden sword slanted toward the ground. A trickle of blood ran from his lips, and on his chest, several glaring footprints could just be seen.

“Let our people in that sector attack the outpost. Most of them have gone to the oil refinery, so the assault should be easy,” An Yanzhe said.

Yuer’s brows knitted in concern. She knew well that this residence once belonged to the former Grand Elder. However, since the Grand Elder had moved to the rear mountain a few years ago, the place had stood empty. Built deep in the mountains and forests, it was seldom visited. Why would these outer disciples come here?

Tang Wei glared at me in silence. If looks could kill, I’d have been executed a thousand times over in every possible way.

After following Wang Chen all these years, she’d come to believe that if the common folk were impoverished, the court would be poor as well. If the people prospered, so would the court. Yet now, things were the opposite—the court was flush with wealth, but what was worse, they had come here to swindle food and drink?

Don’t be sad, listen to me… I fear that if I don’t say these words now, I may never get the chance… Dongfang Ningxue’s voice was barely a whisper.

The main figures in the video were always Su Li and her two companions. It was clear the footage was shot facing them.

Old Madam Gu’s face twitched with rage, as if more wrinkles had appeared all at once.

People who open their “heavenly eye” rarely live long—this much Jiang Yifeng probably didn’t know. He only found it curious and fun, egging Liu Yunjiao on to open her “heavenly eye.” But I couldn’t agree to it so easily.

This trip to the pavilion in the heart of the lake, Princess Lan’an came with the sole purpose of witnessing Su Jinyin’s embarrassment. She could easily have hit the apple in Su Jinyin’s hand, but deliberately missed. Her arrow veered off course by design and struck Su Jinyin’s sleeve instead.

Everyone moved at once, all scrambling to seize the treasure. This time, as they flew, they weren’t hindered by any pulling force.

The Empress of Western Xia, Yelü Nanxian, had passed away more than eight years ago, and no new empress had been named since. Consort Cao, as the crown prince’s mother and favored by the emperor, managed all affairs of the inner palace, serving as the de facto empress.

The highest level of stellar power, not even Mengchen, the peak master, had attained. Yet this Menglong had managed to reach it.

In the capital, at the foot of Nalan Mingzhu’s apartment building, Nalan Xuan sat quietly in Mingzhu’s champagne-colored BMW 740, waiting for her to come downstairs.

“You still want to kill me? Do you think you can?” Gao Chong had sensed his murderous intent long ago. In their earlier fight, Gao Chong simply wanted to find the source of his unease. Now that he knew, he wanted to end this tedious duel quickly.

Wang Jizhao responded loudly and immediately took a squad from Zhou Can, leading them around to the back gate of the Duke Benwangzong’s mansion.

Yet he was frustrated—why did those hateful Gulu people attack now, instead of waiting until he advanced to True Immortal or True God before striking against humanity?

Regardless of whether their own people were in the target area, they launched missiles indiscriminately. Clearly, they were pushing them into the fire.

“Now, let the bidding begin! Starting price: five hundred yuan stones!” The auctioneer banged the gavel and announced loudly.

The two walked along the riverbank for a long time, reminiscing about the past, avoiding only that forbidden presence in their hearts.

“I am not resigned…” The Dark Emperor had still miscalculated, unaware that the immortal sword formed by Xiao Yue’s technique was not constrained by time or space, unfettered by heaven and earth.

After a while, she let her hand drop again. Forget it, she’d ask in a few days—in case it seemed as though she cared too much… that wouldn’t do.