Chapter 24: She Would Treat Pei Siye with Mutual Respect

Beidou could feel the Sect Leader’s emotions fluctuating violently. If he were in possession of such an item, he would certainly be the same; even as a mere ornament, this ancient relic was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure.

Lin Zhengdong sat in the Hall of Righteousness within the illusion formation when he suddenly felt the entire room begin to shake.

For beginners like Yin Feng and his peers, Soul-Calming Pills are indeed quite difficult to refine. However, there are plenty of pills with superior effects, and it is likely that Bing Ningyan’s family lacks no such thing.

"Hmph, those censors, their mouths are always full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality. In the end, isn't it just to have people praise them as incorruptible officials?" the Empress said with disdain.

The third stage combines the previous two, requiring the user to spin chakra inside a balloon without rupturing it. It must be said that the Rasengan is the most difficult ninjutsu Takizawa Dan has encountered thus far.

Song Shuiyun, the City Lord of Danhe, also testified that Qi Ping is a rare master of traditional psionic weapon forging. His skill is so high that he had personally paid him ten Kaipet coins for his work.

Over the next month, Ji Chen and Kong Yishuang remained at the Alchemy Tower, while the outside world did not quiet down despite Ji Chen’s disappearance.

She loved Shen Lingzhou—only she knew this. Even though Shen Lingzhou no longer remembered her, she still loved him.

It had been a busy day, and she was still feeling under the weather. Perhaps because she was exhausted, or perhaps because of Mu Sinian, she slept soundly this time.

Her father was an extremely gentle and honest man who welcomed them with a faint smile. Her mother, however, was so furious at the sight of her grandson that she felt as if she might stop breathing.

Tears could not help but slide down, soaking the quilt. He gave a faint, bitter smile; yet, what right did he have to feel this way?

Li Chengqian had long since instructed the guards at the door that, apart from Governor Wang, no one else was to be allowed even a half-step inside.

Fortunately, Yang Chao’s "Calming Spell" arrived at the critical moment, dispelling the negative status effects from both of them.

Gu Yang directly ignored Chen Zechao, fixing his gaze with a playful glint upon the "Brother Zheng" whom Tang Yun kept chattering about.

When the previous King of Wu was still on the throne, a Ruler of Xu even sent soldiers to the State of Lu to steal cattle just to gather enough for the sacrificial offerings.

What was he to tell King Gouchen? That there was a white deer in Yancheng? And that a "savage" had actually tried to snatch it?

Why would the son of a King-ranked powerhouse be hunted by the military? And why would he be willing to build a faction with her?

She was ravenous in her studies, wishing she could stretch time like pulled noodles. She would have eaten iron to become an iron man, never sleeping, if it meant she could learn and master every aspect of song, dance, and art.

The footsteps were far away, seeming to be dozens of meters from Tang Juyi’s room, so at first, Tang Juyi could not be certain of what he had heard.

He thought it over all night, still uneasy. Fearing that someone might recognize that the handwriting was not Situ Xiao’s, he decided to seek out Yilin to ensure Ji Qing’s safety.

Old Master Ning Hualing abstained from both tobacco and alcohol, and naturally, he held the same requirements for his seven-and-a-half disciples.

The man turned his head to look at Ling Shuiyue and froze instantly, the Aiyi in his hand slipping as he slumped to the ground.

As for the others, Chief A-Huo had witnessed Sister Yan’s martial arts and was thoroughly convinced. Those who remained unconvinced were simply beaten into submission by Sister Yan.

He dared not ask Xie Mao to "try again," so he could only wait until Fang Xian had finished shooting that scene before asking Xie Mao to continue filming.

Yi Feishi had not looked down upon this internal cultivation manual from the start. Though it was only seven hundred words long, every sentence was archaic and profound. Even after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he still found the words lingering on his palate like fine wine. Now that Xie Mao was emphasizing it so earnestly, Yi Feishi became even more cautious.

"Xiao Peng, you’re awake." Xiao Yan ran to Xiao Peng’s side, observing the changes to determine if it had recovered.

"The Heavenly Scripture is not so easy to learn; even if I gave it to you, it would be of no use!" Xiao Yan’s first thought was that the other party was coveting the Heavenly Scripture he possessed, hoping to take it from him.

Ye Chengzhi gently caressed her face. When he touched her skin, a chill instantly darted from his fingertips into his heart. It was cold—a cold like that of metal, biting and piercing.

"Kiss me, and I will tell you why." She blinked at him, appearing both innocent and pure.

The Lingyun Sword Immortal, struck by the gray bead, was seized with terror. He had been on guard, but he had not expected the gray bead to ignore his protective barrier. As a result, when it struck him, half of his body was annihilated. Fortunately, his vitality was tenacious; as long as his soul remained intact, he would not truly perish.

At the very least, although those male raiders were stunned by Du Xiao’s beauty, they did not utter any vulgarities.

It was only an unformed seal, yet it already possessed such immense destructive power. After staring blankly for a long while, I gave a bitter smile. Damn it, it seems I still cannot afford to be complacent.

My grandfather is very strange, and even now, he remains a mystery. Where did my father disappear to that day? How did he return? Where was I born? And what about my mother?

Light slowly shone upon the living man. His limbs were bound by the silk spat from the monster’s mouth, yet he could still move—specifically, his head. His eyes were wide open, and his head, the only part of him with sensation, shook frantically, but not a single word could be forced out.

Zhi Wei had naturally seen Feng Yunyan before. He did not like to leave the Zhi family’s old residence, but he had seen her on the day of the Heavenly Sacrifice.

"Fine, let’s go." Zhao Yong agreed. Minister Bai had stayed here for a long time; who knew what he had been doing inside? Perhaps they would find what the Prince Consort wanted.

All of a sudden, everyone felt that the Eighth Prince was incredibly lucky. The struggle for the Crown Prince position had been so intense, yet in the end, it had fallen to him.