Volume 1, Chapter 25: Consort Xian of the Palace of Sentience

"If the assassin has not achieved their goal, they will surely resurface; it is only logical for General Meng to bolster the defenses." The tone remained indifferent. The person already seated sometimes found themselves doubting—doubting the loyalty of the man before them, a man who possessed the constant capability to rebel.

Meanwhile, the combined force of the attack struck the Holy Spirit once more, causing a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth yet again.

Luo Wei always had too many clever schemes in that head of hers. It was like that back in school, and it remains the same now. Even though she is a mother, I truly fear that Beibei will grow up just like her.

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion sent a sharp, stabbing pain through Mu Aoqing's head. She dropped her phone and fainted. Seeing this, the driver immediately pulled over, picked up her phone, and dialed the only contact listed.

"Yan'er, when will you be back?" This time, it was Liu Yunzhi who spoke, her face filled with an unconcealable sense of melancholy.

However, upon arriving here and seeing the utter emptiness of the place, Han Tianzhu felt instantly disheartened.

Liuye truthfully replied that he had been killed by that bull-demon. Changqingzi was shocked to hear this, never expecting the opponent to have slain one of his own elders. He could not help but cast several glances at the bull-demon within the formation. The creature’s aura was monstrous, clearly possessing a cultivation level no weaker than his own. He secretly wondered to himself: if he were the one trapped in that killing formation, what would his fate be?

"I heard there are guests. I am not entirely sure myself." Having delivered the message, the man departed, clearly intending to inform the other disciples.

Task content: Travel to the eastern jungle, locate the patrolling bandits, defeat them, and bring them to submission.

When he saw Qin Lie step across the threshold with his own eyes, he was overcome with a feeling that brought tears to his old eyes; the Emperor had been waiting for this moment for twenty years.

Yet, Hu Er insisted on charging forward like a stubborn ox, refusing to follow him no matter what.

Upon hearing Qin Lie speak in such a manner, the Empress Dowager could not help but reflect on the treatment Qin Lie had endured from the Yun Cang Kingdom over these years. As Qin Lie had said, had it not been for her protection, he would have long since... And if not for the twists of fate back then, it would have been her own grandson facing all of this today.

The child was startled and instinctively tried to flee, but her hand gripped him so tightly that he could not move an inch.

With just a single glance, the shopkeeper felt as though the blood in his veins had frozen. He opened his mouth with great effort, yet he found no way to offer an explanation.

Xing coughed lightly, pulling Yue back from that vast, aimless melancholy, though the fleeting trace of hesitation in his heart ultimately left a lingering shadow.

"No way! It’s risky enough for me to go; do you really think it’s any safer for you? There’s no logic in me hiding behind while you rush forward just because I think this matter is too dangerous!" Upon hearing Du Juan’s words, Tang Hongye refused without a second thought, not even bothering to check the contents of the text message on her phone.

The medicine Tianji gave her was excellent; the wounds were not particularly severe, and they would eventually fade away.

She had never felt that every breath was so difficult to endure. Finally seeing her long-awaited Seventh Prince, Jiang Lingzheng, appear, the last line of defense in her heart collapsed under the weight of her grievances, and tears burst from her eyes.

Wang Pei was shocked, but as a seasoned veteran of the pugilistic world for many years, how could he possibly admit defeat just like that?

The scene that followed left the four of them speechless; a gargantuan foot, dozens of feet long, left trails of afterimages in the sky as it trampled the blood-colored man with wild ferocity.

Long Yanhua maintained an expression of shock while sensing the changes in her body. She suddenly recalled the "enlightenment" her old master, the charlatan monk, had spoken of in her previous life—a spiritual epiphany, a sudden realization regarding heaven and earth. It was something the old monk had failed to grasp his entire life, yet she had stumbled upon it by sheer coincidence and benefited immensely.

Li Haolong walked over to her side, kissed her forehead, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

One also had to account for wind speed, the terrain, the speed of the target's movement, and various other difficult factors.

Accepting the card from Lin Feng's hand, she did not immediately know the extent of its authority. If not for the fact that it was Lin Feng, and the unique logo of the Fania Club inscribed on the card, she would never have dared to accept it for payment.

In truth, Ming Xi also wished to fulfill the thousand-year desire of the Imperial Prince Shentu Jinxi and Lord Wutu, to return the remains of the seniors to their kin. With the curse now broken, their souls would surely find peace.

Li You realized that Xie Feng was struggling against the three of them and thought to himself, "This is bad!" He then soared into the air, intercepting Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue, forcing them apart. Li You then engaged in a fierce battle with Tie Xiangxue and Yin Junfeng.

In such a warm and familiar embrace, under such gentle care, Weiyang felt lost. She did not know what to do; her long-frozen heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy blow, instantly shattering into pieces.

Following Hu Mingze into a massive cavern, they were stopped by guards outside one of the halls.

"Wanjun, are you certain that was not the Princess?" The old lady, who had just begun to feel better, was now distressed again by their noisy arguing. She rubbed her temples, her face pale and looking quite unwell.

Ye Wushuang’s body drifted upward, but Di Qing merely cast a cold glance, his expression devoid of any change.

Returning to the room, she discovered that Su Qing had already been waiting inside. Her heart skipped a beat.

Following this came a series of backflips, then a stumbling lunge forward as if struggling, before her body suddenly vaulted into the air, executing a series of spiraling, whirlwind kicks.

It was just that the two sisters had fallen in love with the same man—a knot, a dead knot that no one could untie.

The owners of these skeletons had long since vanished into thin air and would cause no more trouble, so after a cursory glance, we continued to move forward.

Given the object that had just shot out from the darkness, if Luo Yuan had been at his peak, he could have easily dodged it at that speed.

Hearing Xuan Qi’s words, a cold, piercing light flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, and the killing intent within them vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

The reason these people were eliminated was that they fell into a misconception: that seven cities in a round trip within seven days was impossible, so they exhausted themselves running at full speed.

Clearly, Meng Sijie had been drained of all her courage by Liang Jingru, leaving her with only a shred of expectation, a cowardly hope that Lin Cong was still the same Lin Cong he once was.

A single iron mine could only produce a tiny amount of iron essence, and the sheer quantity before him could not have possibly come from one mine alone. Li Zimu stepped inside, examined the area carefully with a flashlight, and then walked toward the wooden crates in the back.