Volume 1, Chapter 23: Want a Secret Rendezvous? Not a Chance!

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The two chose to wait, believing that an opportunity would eventually arise; if all else failed, they would have no choice but to resort to a direct confrontation.
Thinking of how she had once roamed the vast continent for countless ages with the fearsome reputation of the "Ghostly Heavenly Concubine," she felt an overwhelming sense of melancholy at the prospect of dying in a foreign land. Despite her profound despair, she continued to strike out at the formation whenever she had a moment of respite from the endless onslaught of attacks.
"Even if we cannot kill these two, we can notify the other families. Once that happens, there will be no way for them to escape!" the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Ling family transmitted via divine sense with a sinister grin.
Wang Hen covered her mouth, her eyes fixed intently on Xiu Yuan. She could not speak; she could only look at him like that.
"Give the necklace to me; let me put it on for you," Xiao Chen said with a gentle smile, his tone incredibly soft.
Now that Han Mingchao had awakened, all worries were unnecessary. Seeing Han Mingchao’s pale complexion, Han Zinian’s heart ached with pain. He did not know how Han Mingchao would react once he learned that Mo Wushuang was leaving for Paris.
"By the way, is your house going to be demolished?" Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on Shen Jingyi.
Two flying swords, carrying a fierce wind, pierced toward the pair with lightning speed. "Chi, chi, chi, chi..." Following a muffled sound, the light shields surrounding the brown-clad and yellow-clad cultivators shattered one after another.
For a moment, every cultivator felt a sense of disorientation, followed by a feeling of the world spinning around them, as if they were passing through a vast space or being instantly transported by a teleportation array.
After organizing his thoughts, Yi Yang cleared his throat and said slowly, "Hei San, didn't you say you grew up in the countryside? Did you not notice the chimneys outside?" At this point, Yi Yang no longer called him "Third Brother," addressing him directly as "Hei San" instead—a clear indication of his inner displeasure.
"I'll just push the door open and take a look." Pushing her sword out with her thumb, she stepped forward, pushed the door open, and peered into the quiet room, only to find Daoist Yuan vomiting blood all over.
The next moment, all the lethal blows slammed into He Yinuo. The bodies of the two were instantly engulfed in a brilliant radiance, and the surrounding rubble and bricks were utterly destroyed, scattered ten zhang away.

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"...So, that’s why you suddenly called to say you wanted to treat us to a meal?" General Xue raised a hand, pressing down the vein bulging on his forehead. Truth be told, he truly had not expected that the two contradictory traits of being the kindest and most soft-hearted, and the most resolute and cold-blooded, among all the descendants of the Xue family, would both manifest in Xue Ling at the same time.
Counting from the uprising at Wuqiao, more than 200,000 Ming soldiers had already fallen under the hands of the Heavenly Strategy Army. Of course, many of these were merely garrison troops used to make up the numbers.
He had originally wanted to witness Su Mo’s true strength, but instead, he saw an unconscious Su Mo being violently thrown to the ground by the Power Demon King.
The temple keeper of the City God Temple, Daoist Lin Jiu, sighed slightly as he watched the last of the worshippers leave and prepared to close the temple doors.
The roaring gradually subsided until it finally vanished, and the ancient ancestral hall returned to silence, save for that strange, dark red glow that continued to flicker incessantly.
A trace of mocking laughter finally appeared in Ye Zhi’s eyes. She raised her hand, gripped the dagger, and slowly lifted it upward. The blade immediately cut through her fingers, and beads of blood seeped out, dripping onto the floor.
Ever since he lost contact with Ying, he had been searching for her in secret. It was not until four days ago that Blood Wolf learned of Ying’s whereabouts, but to his immense worry, the person told him that she seemed to have lost her memory.
Yesterday at the Huichun Hall, the slap from the maid beside Princess Fumin had not landed on Bai Yu’s face, but it had struck her heart with brutal force.
"Actually..." Tang Ming hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, but stopped himself, leaving his words unsaid.
Qian Manxia’s eyes also turned red. She was not good at expressing herself, so she just choked out a "Mother" and bowed her head to eat her chicken leg slowly.
"You just woke up from such a serious injury and you're already going out? Do you want to die?" Park Cho-rong wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Looking at the Tang Ming in front of her, she felt a bit anxious, not even bothering to call him "Tang Ming oppa."
After this incident, the atmosphere in the archaeological team turned icy. Although Li Shengming was not particularly popular, he was, after all, a member of the team. Now that he had been so severely injured because of us two outsiders, the team members’ expressions toward us were naturally not very friendly.

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With the potion concocted by Ger, the effects were clear: Anke’s body had stopped deteriorating and had begun to grow, and her mind seemed to have recovered as well.
"Fire... what?" Li Wuxin’s tongue felt a bit tied. Even without having read Hong Kong comics, ancient martial arts novels, or Hong Kong films, the name "Fire Cloud Evil God" was like thunder to his ears.
"Because of me?" Park Hyo-min was slightly dazed as she looked at Park Ji-yeon in front of her, wondering what she meant by that.
Tang Ming looked at Park Ji-yeon’s overreaction and patted his forehead in resignation, feeling a slight pang of pain.
Han Cong slammed the door shut and flicked the main office light switch with a "pop." Jiang Shuai instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes before slowly lowering it.
These were all things that affected the trivial details, but what Gida wanted to know were the most direct and fundamental influencing factors.
This was Mei Ruoxi’s first time eating at such a roadside breakfast stall, and she was truly unaccustomed to it. The ground was greasy, and the crude tabletop did not look clean at all.
The car drove them to Lao Cai in Vietnam, which faces Hekou City in China’s Yunnan Province across the Nanxi River.
Bai Yehu glanced inside and saw Luo Yichen looking on in astonishment, then turned his head to tease Mu Chendong.
Ma Zhe saw Zhou Miaomiao staring at him with a warning look and had no choice but to offer his thanks. Qin Xiaoxuan was happy that someone was taking Ma Zhe home and smiled, thanking A Hu.