Volume 1, Chapter 22: Looking Much More Proper Than His Highness the Crown Prince

People had always told her that someone who truly appreciates fine food is unlikely to be a poor cook themselves.

"I wish to request an audience with your sect leader, Ye Fengcheng, if it is at all possible," Feng Huaien said, his tone humble, hoping not to further incite their resentment toward the imperial court.

With only the two of them left in the palace, Chi Yan saw no need for further restraint. She pulled her hand from Qi Sihans, then helped him sit down on a stool.

Gu Ningshuang held Ye Luo Yunhuangs hand, wondering whether she should tell him about the events of ten thousand years ago.

There were plenty of people who were all talk, and Zhao Feng possessed enough strength of his own that he had no reason to fear such individuals.

Qi Sihan stepped forward, opened his arms, and embraced the sobbing Chi Yan, stroking her back gently to offer comfort.

Zhou Hanze was alarmed; his second-tier awakened power surged wildly. With a flash of thunder, the zombie was scorched black and collapsed to the ground.

"It is just a pity for the person who bid on it, spending so much money only to buy a fake," Xing Zeng remarked.

Ren Ruanruan did not dare waste any more time once she heard this, and Zhao Feng began teaching her the Illusory Wave Technique, one step at a time.

However, the Fire Fox was certain that if she left Gu Peng, he would be struck down by Elder Tai with ruthless, lightning-fast force, a sight she was absolutely unwilling to see.

Tens of thousands of sand people were in chaos, like ants on a hot pan. The Great Elder’s healing was interrupted, and he was forced to deal with the countless arrows of light raining down from the sky.

"Senior, it is indeed I," Luo Tian said respectfully. Facing a master, he maintained a sense of reverence from start to finish—a respect for power and for a future opponent.

The situation was so clear that anyone who wasn't blind could see it. Qin Ming and the other two finally believed Lin Kun’s words, and relaxed smiles appeared on their faces.

In the arena, the man ultimately failed to overcome the maturing Mengji beast, drawing his final breath within the creature's blood-stained jaws.

"How can that be? The cold outside is so intense." Before Mo Jingli could speak, the expression on Mo Yufei’s face shifted.

"I stared at that piece of golden scale, and my eyes could hold nothing else. In that moment, I felt the whole world was mine—as long as I possessed that scale." There was no longer any greed in the Dragon Rings tone, but one could easily imagine the madness and desire he felt at the time.

"Chen Sanwa is right. Isn’t it all thanks to my planning? Do you know the background of the slaves being escorted in this batch? I heard the one surnamed Xue say the other day that many of them were soldiers who failed to defend Meilin Pass and were exiled here for it," Commander Yang boasted with a smug expression.

While walking, Chu Qiao discovered a shed used for storing hay nearby, along with a makeshift kitchen shelter; she assumed this was where they had been doing their cooking.

Furthermore, at every possible moment, she would cling to Jiang Yujing like a piece of adhesive plaster.

She pointed at Fu Beichen, her heart unsettled and her face clouded with turmoil; even her fingers trembled slightly.

In other words, Alan was like the eyes of Huo Jue, monitoring every move the mother and son made in real time.

Lin Xiruo nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, her gaze toward Fan Pingan filled with newfound admiration; only a man of courage would dare to say such things and take such actions.

Shattering the lightning, the two men and the wolf clashed, ascending a thousand meters into the sky. Lightning flashed, holy light boiled, and the howls of the wolf echoed incessantly.

Seeing Feng Zhen return, Bai Yao breathed a sigh of relief. He gestured for her to head to the backyard, then stepped aside without a sound.

Lin Xiao smiled and shook his head as he watched the spoiled Huo Jin; he seemed not to have grasped the underlying meaning in the elders' words.

Patience had its limits! How could she face this Ling Yu, who had turned into such a coward, with anything but complex emotions?

If he could borrow the power of all living beings in a single province—even a remote area like Taizhou—Lin Xiao could unleash terrifying strength; killing a God-Transformation expert with a single punch would be easy.

All the mutated Wuhou warriors roared with laughter, and the mutants below and on the city walls joined in, screaming hoarsely to express their excitement.

What delighted him most was that the dragon blood in this Dragon Blood Treasure Pill was several times more concentrated than the dragon blood he had obtained years ago in the Qianshan Island region. His Dragon Emperor Battle Body underwent two levels of transformation at once.

Tonight, she wore only a simple white palace gown, her cheeks devoid of any makeup, and her long, seaweed-like hair draped lazily over her shoulders, adding to her softness. Other than a white jade bracelet on her left wrist, she wore no other adornments.

Yet, everyone had overlooked Kong Anpings love for Qin Qingxue; this was a love that could not be dismantled by low-handed tricks.

"Roar!" With a growl that did not belong to a human, the Red Wolf transformed into a shadow of crimson fire and lunged. This time, he easily bit into Zhou Ruis neck, and with a jerk of his head, tore away a large chunk of flesh and tissue, exposing the bone.

Frowning deeply, Missandei fell into a state of intense self-doubt... After a long while, she reluctantly devised one final test.

"Don't be so arrogant!" One of the cultivators roared in anger, the spiritual artifact in his hand radiating a brilliant light, as if he were about to attack Song Zheng.

Now that he had no money and no job, she figured he would be back to beg her, hat in hand, before long.

"You go first," Yuan Jun said, looking at the seven or eight villagers behind him, before turning to address Xu Yiman.

At the moment the white killing intent collided with the red flames, there was no tremor; the two dissolved into one another, like steam meeting a flame, with only a soft, continuous popping sound.

Zang Pingjiang hurried forward to catch her, only to see that She Yingying’s eyes were closed and she had actually fainted. He panicked, unsure of how to help her.

"This overbearing aura is not bad. However, given the disparity in our cultivation, I will let you have the first move. After that, I will strike." The Scorpion Demon General’s expression shifted from initial shock to begrudging admiration for Song Zheng, though his intent to kill him had not vanished.

Li Qian walked slowly from the dance floor, raised an eyebrow at Lin Wei and Xu Yi, and sat down with a thud, completely disregarding the fact that she was wearing a pair of ultra-short culottes. She raised her legs, panting slightly as she watched Lin Wei for a moment, then pointed at the sofa beside her and huffed.