Volume One, Chapter 55: Admit That You Plagiarized My Work

Fu Yao said, "I'm going out for a while." He decided not to mention Fu Xueting's affair, for it was hardly something to boast about. Even among many figures in the martial world, there were those who wanted him dead. Though he bore no real enmity with them, his betrayal of master and ancestors years ago made him a target; such a person deserved to be punished by all.

Though these relics were of little use to martial artists, they dated back tens of thousands of years, and ordinary folk could collect them as curiosities.

"Niu Er, best you stay indoors these days," Ning Fan advised. "The royal succession draws near, and all sorts of troubles are bound to arise."

Just then, a burst of flame suddenly rushed toward him, and in an instant, roaring fire engulfed his entire wing.

"Sister, let's go, let's go together! We've never had the chance to go out together," Jiang Wan pleaded, resorting to coquettish charm when all else failed.

"Uncle, where did you get all these things?" Fang Tang asked, unable to fathom how such valuable items had gone unnoticed until Uncle Yang unearthed them in his lifetime.

Yet Dong Yu bore no grudge against the family for the lawsuit; instead, he shared some of his American real estate with relatives.

Qiu Yu smiled apologetically and took his seat, feeling much relieved. The dread he'd carried vanished in an instant.

Li Fei's lips had barely parted before Liu Zhen threw herself into his arms, holding him tight, her soft lips pressed passionately against his.

In the arena, Niu Jian was no fool. He did not believe Wang Ze had truly made a mistake—it was a ploy to lure him into attack.

Wei Zhuo hurriedly stuffed something into Li Yunshu's mouth and tried to pull her away, but Jun Mo spoke up directly.

Li Guangping laughed heartily. "The children have always complained that I never take them out. They’ll be overjoyed to hear this!" Zhang Jialiang joined in his laughter.

After the Demon King’s rampage, Luo Tianhuan had reached level five, with all his attribute points allocated to speed. For Luo Tianhuan, though his attack power was a measly one point—an embarrassment, really—he could always rely on his weapon to make up for it.

Fine! Even if circumstances forced his hand, he could accept that. But how could he agree to release Huo Ning? Was he not worried she might go to the police after being freed?

Everyone fell silent. According to security protocol, such meetings only served water in clear glasses, but compared to Su Yi’s enticing fruit juice, the plain water seemed especially bleak.

Master Song’s lips quivered, but he refrained from uttering words that would tarnish his image as the patriarch. He politely saw Master Li out with his sons and grandchildren.

In truth, the appearance of a Gillian-class Hollow was a remote battle of wits between Aizen and Kisuke Urahara. Coincidence or long-standing tacit understanding, both wanted to test Ichigo Kurosaki, to see where his limits lay.

Ah, thank goodness. Gu Xiaojun breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate he hadn’t brought up that matter; otherwise, she would have been at a loss for words.

After tending the graves, Zhang Jialiang felt he ought to head to the party school. With this in mind, he decided there was no need to notify others, preferring to leave quietly.

The butler’s gaze, ever since Tom and Yu You appeared, lingered on the two, drifting back and forth between them.

With the conversation at this point, Lin Ying understood that Yu Shanhuan had agreed. For someone like Yu Shanhuan, there was hardly any need for blood oaths; at his level, a promise was worth its weight in gold.