The seventy-second little substitute took to the field again today.

Therefore, some things must be handled in advance, striving to maintain good relations with the Han family, lest you become their target later on.

Yet none of them could have imagined that, in just a few heartbeats, Xiao Muyang would slay the demonic cultivator, an act so astonishing it defied belief.

“Wei Jing, I’m sorry…” Qin Zhaoyun said with a smile, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Everyone wakes up cranky, and the professional penal workers who were called up in the middle of the night could hardly vent their frustration on their superior; instead, they took it out on the ten men in black.

On the Divine Continent, cultivation methods are also ranked. The common grades are Heaven, Earth, and Human, above which lie the rare Saint and Imperial grades.

“We’ve jumped into the instance,” Shen Sinian said solemnly. At present, he wore the face of a pale, eerie visage that he had once contracted.

Elsewhere, though there was an electric heater, Su Jinqing still gave her room to He Ziyan and moved into Ji Yanli’s quarters.

Su Jinqing suddenly recalled that on the day of her accident, Cheng Zhanli happened to visit the set. After finishing her makeup, the two took selfies in front of the mirror, and Su Jinqing later posted their photo on social media.

Qing Xuanzi and the others turned pale with fright. Forgetting their injuries, they hurriedly unleashed their movement techniques and fled desperately into the distance.

“I’d like to ask the price. What do these medicinal herbs cost?” Jia Chen handed a piece of paper to the shop assistant.

With nothing better to do, Han Yun played with the steam rising from his cup, fluttering his wings. He wouldn’t drink the water—it was either too hot or simply unclean, being a disposable paper cup filled from bottled mineral water, which does more harm than good to a bird’s health.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that those soldiers, crazed from battle, were encased in a golden shield like iron armor.

While the others were focused on unlocking their own restraints, Li Yue quietly slipped the real key from her box back into her pocket, holding in her hand the one that would open Wang Xun’s handcuffs.

Mr. Zhao didn’t wake until midday. Tao Hua and Master Liu discussed the current dishes at the shop—whether anything needed to be added or changed due to poor sales. After their discussion, just as they left the kitchen, they saw Mr. Zhao yawning as he exited his room.

No one knew how long it lasted, only that their entwined passion, fused in blood and desire, accumulated until it finally burst forth. In perfect harmony, they found each other’s lips and swallowed each other’s cries, reaching the utmost peak together.

The captain of the guards was named Luo Tiandu, a personal disciple of the Grand Elder of the Star Domain Alliance. Famous throughout the Seventh Universe, he was a prodigy not yet twenty, yet already at the pinnacle of the Gold rank. This was only because his cultivation method was renowned for its slow progress; otherwise, he would have reached the Spirit rank by now.

As his words fell, the entire space trembled, as though it could not withstand his terrifying power. Deep within the cosmos, endless lightning converged, making the environment feel as if caught between icy mountains and fiery seas.

It was possible, after all. Though King Jing’s crimes were grave, they merely tarnished the royal reputation. Compared to Li Muer’s alleged collusion and treason, they were not the same in magnitude.

“Oh, Sanlang rarely visits—let him have the chicken leg!” Tao Hua said, deliberately passing the drumstick before Yun Che’s eyes and placing it in Sanlang’s bowl.

“Stop right there!” Tao Hua demanded, unwilling to let her leave without clarifying the meaning behind her words.

Jing Rong, Jing Rong, what am I to do with you? Your gentleness makes me lose my way. I find myself yearning—yearning for this moment’s tenderness, for the warmth in your embrace, for the scent on your skin. Jing Rong, what should I do?

Prince Anding’s first thought was Mu Zhaolin. Though Mu Zhaolin no longer concerned himself with politics, most of the court officials had belonged to the Left Chancellor’s faction, and his influence had hardly diminished.

Since the limitations of human thinking are evident—especially throughout this process, where I seem to discern traces of human logic—this reveals something important.

So, when the Grand Elder advanced his realm and sought to defeat him completely, the Tianwen Sword began to vibrate violently, its melodious hum forming a beautiful music that surged in all directions.

After diligently settling the foreign ability-users from Country Y, Ni Jianzhang returned to Tent One, where Old Zhang was recounting to Du Zhan and Du Ning the arrogant antics of the Country Y ability-users on the way back from Haicheng.

He glanced back at Liu Qingqing, whose beautiful face was furrowed with worry, making her all the more alluring.

“What’s past is past. Surely Fellow Han didn’t come just to reminisce with me—we’re hardly that close,” Zheng Zhong said coolly, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

A day later, as Zheng Zhong was speeding through the air, he suddenly halted his flight, his eyes shining, before he cast an invisibility spell and drifted slowly ahead.

If it were anyone else, they might say: “Your family is so harmonious, I won’t intrude on your happiness.” But Zheng Yunyan never said that. She looked as if she had something to say, her gaze directed at Bai Ziying. The meaning was clear: if Bai Ziying didn’t agree, how could she dare come?