Order No. 84: Prohibition of Training, Fourth Directive

The bottom of the cup seemed to be filled with ice, making the grapes cold and refreshing. They were sweet, but not overwhelmingly so.

Calming himself, Tu Yujing glanced at Stone. It was time to consider when they should take action—they needed to make preparations.

Bao Xin couldn't see clearly, but she wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from her great-aunt's face. Her great-aunt was so heartbroken, and at her age, how could she bear such sorrow?

Ji Qingwan's face turned deathly pale in an instant. She wanted to run, but it was as if she had been pinned to the spot, unable to take a single step.

Chen Feng thought that if he didn't try, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Now, he wanted to give it a shot. Whether or not Tu Yujing could become the master's friend, he believed that Tu Yujing could bring the master a new kind of warmth and change.

Shen Xin nodded. In fact, she didn't like the feeling of wearing a mask over her face at all. Although it always looked beautiful and mysterious in television dramas, she disliked being the focus of everyone's gaze. She was who she was, both in her past life and now—she never felt the desire to stand out.

Linluo City was divided into the Outer City, the Inner City, the Imperial City, and the Forbidden Palace. Most officials and nobles lived in the Inner City, while commoners, merchants, and lower-ranking officials resided in the Outer City.

On social media, people sighed—some lamenting lost love, others accusing Ji Chengyu of deceiving his fans, saying that idols shouldn't date or marry, that their true love should be their fans. Ji Chengyu brushed it all off with a smile.

Madam Zhao could no longer care about anything else. She only wanted her son to escape from the marriage with Princess Splendor.

"You dare hit me?!" Sun Ming cursed as he scrambled up from the ground, shaking his dizzy head. Even though his mind was muddled, he could clearly feel the stinging pain and swelling on his face.

Ouyang Mingbing was the same—his anger and pride would not allow him to bow his head. Each of his moves was ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy.

At that moment, elsewhere, a celestial unit had already rescued Princess Lingyao, who had been plummeting from the eighty-eighth heaven in free fall.

"This still comes down to a ninja’s chakra control, right? After all, Director Kurosaki is a jonin and seems to have a water affinity, so naturally, you'd have better control over water chakra," Orochimaru offered his thoughts.

Gu Tong couldn't help glancing at Xia Xi beside her, her eyes seeming to say, "Look at her, then look at yourself!"

Although judging people isn't always one hundred percent accurate, it's right about eighty percent of the time.

The many contestants were gearing up, eyes fierce and full of anticipation. Hotpot-eating competitions were different from spicy snack competitions; hotpot offered a variety of ingredients and was more nutritious, so they should be able to eat more. This time, with no time limit, the battle would surely be even fiercer.

Lu Jiachen looked around excitedly at the others as he spoke. The people around exchanged baffled glances, wondering what had gotten into their young master in the middle of the night.

By his calculations, he should be eight years old now, which meant... this was when his mother passed away.

A self-mocking smile crept onto her lips. She unconsciously leaned forward, her posture hidden from the front row. Slowly, she lifted her dirty white dress, revealing scarred, filthy skin beneath.

Konoha Hospital was bustling like never before. The hospital directors were full of ambition, planning to build more branches across Konoha, hire more medical staff, and take in more patients, all to make greater profits.

"Monster..." Chi Jingxi recognized what it was and swallowed hard, wanting to turn and leave immediately. After Fang Ming lifted the restriction on that spiritual artifact, his expression changed, making Young Master Chi shudder with unease.

Cao Peng exaggerated the story as he told Su Yun, naturally wanting her to counsel her younger sister. Since the split was inevitable, it was best for Su Yun to prepare her mentally in advance.

If the owner here discovered that he had other beads, would he become murderous?

The man in black stood six feet tall, his muscles well-defined, his face square. His clothes were embroidered with nine golden dragons, their heads raised as if about to soar.

Among the hired guards, some were seasoned experts at handling corpses. They would take care of the bodies immediately, as the leader of the Winged Tiger caravan was still missing. If he suddenly arrived with reinforcements, things could get complicated.

Somehow, it all felt a little strange... Forget it, I’d better head back and return Tang Zhihang’s belongings to him.

Each sanctuary was transcendent within its own territory. Outsiders had no way of knowing, and even those within didn't know just how many powerful figures or hidden strengths the other sanctuaries possessed. All they had was a vague idea—such as which sanctuaries had troublesome individuals worth noting, or mysterious methods worth guarding against.

"Air Bind!" Yang Yunqian was not idle either. She immediately cast an immobilizing skill on the stooping guard.

Golden sand from afar transformed into a silver river, circling once before scattering a faint silvery glow.

The figure of the Master of Hundred Flowers suddenly appeared before them, fixing her gaze on Yi Xuan. Her frosty expression gradually softened into a smile, and the walls of the treehouse instantly burst into bloom with flowers of every color, a dazzling and splendid display.