31 I want to see you

"Don't be so impatient, you have tasks as well," Zhao Qingkui quickly interrupted, stifling the pair’s urge to dash off to Cotton Mountain.

"So, you intend to start all over again?" This was what Zhang Mei was concerned about; for a top-tier finance student to change careers was indeed a loss.

"You were born from the nirvana of a blade of grass at the dawn of heaven and earth. I imagine you have no name, so shall I give you one?" the old Taoist priest asked again.

Coming from an ancient clan, connected by a thousand threads to a forbidden region of the world, and practicing a powerful scripture—this was the source of his confidence, not to mention that after decades of cultivation, he had long entered the Dragon Transformation realm and held secret artifacts in his hands.

At the airport, Xiao Yang used special channels to personally see Qin Tian onto the plane. He stood watching until the aircraft took off before turning away.

Old Wolf felt a tightening in his chest and a churning in his stomach. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten breakfast, or he surely would have vomited.

The netizen next door saw this and thought, "You dare use ancient Chinese power to curse me? Do you think I don't know that these four symbols can be used for blessings as well as curses?"

With both arms in casts and a thick bandage wrapped around his forehead, he jumped into a taxi while still wearing his hospital gown.

Fujiwara Seiku stopped outside the perimeter wall. Everything in his field of vision was pitch black, as if light had vanished from the world, leaving only the torrential rain that fell without end.

At first, Zhao Qingkui didn't understand why A-Hu had stepped back, but when a familiar figure emerged, she was completely stunned.

Rumble—Mu Yangren shattered the floorboards, gaining immense kinetic energy, and charged at the combatants surrounding him like a wild bull. His entire body was encased in wood; no skill could land on him unless they could break through the treeman's defense—otherwise, they couldn't hope to harm him in the slightest.

"Senior brother, if we go, we go together; if we die, we die together!" Wu Zhongling’s lips turned pale. Knowing they were no match for Feng Yun, she did not hesitate, throwing her full strength into a charge like an arrow released from a string.

Robert’s words were polite enough, but anyone with a brain could hear the change in his tone and the sarcasm behind his choice of address.

Only those who practice martial arts to a profound level can truly embody the ability to observe six directions and listen to all sides. Compared to sight, hearing is even more crucial. Although Feng Yun had not reached that realm, by channeling his inner energy to his ears, he could hear far more than his eyes could perceive.

Removing a smoke grenade from his tactical belt, Yu Zhiqian pulled the pin with his teeth. With his left hand, he tossed it weakly forward. The grenade rolled twice before coming to a rest not far from him.

Having finished off most of the chicken, Old Man Wei let out a satisfied belch, the clear liquor dripping down his beard and staining his lapel.

The next morning, Qian Chu woke up early. Zhou Chongcheng had not yet returned. Fearing that calling or messaging him would only wake him up, she washed up, went out, heated the food she had left for him the night before, ate it, and then headed to the office.

Thinking about it, the Marquis of Dingbei had entered the palace last night, and the Emperor had not held court this morning. Aside from that, she couldn't think of any other specific reason. He wasn't seeing anyone, presumably busy tending to his wounds in private.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't bother with what Liu Qiang was thinking; he tossed a cigarette to him and then lit one for himself, dangling it from his lips.

The further he progressed, the more difficult the practice became, and he had to slow his pace, not daring to rush too greedily.

While talismans are useful, using one in front of a talisman master when you don't understand them yourself is unwise. Even if not the creator, a master could still control it. Ling Xiao was an Eight-Cauldron Talisman Master, and this talisman was only a Six-Cauldron.

"Hehe! Young master, let me introduce myself. People call me Immortal Kun. Of course, you can call me that too," Immortal Kun chuckled with a roguish grin.

Li Yunchen was terrified. There was someone else in this cave, and he hadn't noticed them at all until now. Looking back, he felt a lingering chill.

"This broken blade... I'm not sure. My father left it to me..." This time, Li Yunchen told the truth; he truly knew nothing of the blade's origins.

People watched helplessly as precious herbs withered and died in the span of a single breath, and even the sect’s most skilled master of cultivation could do nothing.

"Hmph! No matter how sweet your words, don't think you can deceive me. Get out!" Mei Yaoyu’s face was as cold as frost as she spoke icily.

Xu Qi’s punch landed on a golden light surrounding Miao Xiu. The light shimmered, holding firm and leaving Miao Xiu completely unscathed.

The Purple Fox let out a shout and exerted force, the bloodstains on her wrists snapping the high-quality whip that bound her.

Ye Bai arrived at the vegetable garden in the backyard. It was hard to imagine a Saint of Confucianism living in such a place.

After speaking, An Le hurriedly signaled for the Yan brothers to turn and leave. They knew they were in the wrong this time; they couldn't do anything to Feng Qian now, as it would give others leverage and hurt their family's reputation. Besides, he knew they likely couldn't defeat Feng Qian anyway.

In an instant, a spring welled up from the ground, immediately freezing to form an ice bridge beneath their feet.

Yet, at this very moment, a low sob intruded quite inappropriately. Although the voice tried its best to be suppressed, it was so jarring amidst the smiling crowd that, almost in unison, everyone turned to follow the sound of the weeping.

Eight of the twelve bullets formed a flowing, shifting Taiji pattern, while the other four occupied the positions of the four cardinal directions. Together, the twelve bullets formed a Eight Trigrams Formation combined with a Four Extremes Array, perfectly suited to seal off all escape routes for a cultivator or a grand martial arts master.