Volume One, Chapter 73: Pay Her to Make Shen Ruzhi Leave Forever
He had always believed that Ye Xiu’s talent lay in exams, in memory, in the realm of academic research. Whether it was public examinations or being hired as a university lecturer, Ye Xiu’s performance had always sent him that signal.
Taking a hearty bite, it was truly crisp on the outside, tender within—aromatic and soft, juices overflowing, the taste lingering pleasantly in the mouth.
She sat in the teahouse, playing with ‘Innocence’ and ‘Purity’ on her wrist—one a sword-shaped bracelet, the other a dagger-like chain. Under the sunlight, they shimmered coldly, translucent and exquisite.
As lips collided, Murong Qingran had lost all sense of self; she desperately tore at Lang Xiaoyue’s thin lips, as if they were ice that could quell the heat raging through her body.
She recalled the day Mu Ziqing had mentioned—there truly existed a miraculous medicine capable of reviving the dead and restoring beauty. Upon further inquiry, she learned that although his master, Jade Spirit, possessed extraordinary healing skills, if the skin was entirely destroyed, not even an immortal descending to the mortal realm could save it.
Surrounded by trees, with birds singing and flowers blooming, the environment was excellent, instilling a sense of calm and peace.
Of course, there were still some who wanted to befriend him, planning for their future, but such people did not exist in Zhang Xiaoyi’s class.
He spoke with an unmistakable air of threat. They were indeed the strongest team here, but only compared to a single other group; among all teams, they were nothing special.
The entire coastline was eerily silent. In the distance, the expeditionary force sailed toward the North American shore.
As the words faded, twenty-one masters of the Star Sea realm struck simultaneously, each employing methods to contain the aftermath of the decisive battle within Mount Hua. Even the cracks in the sky faded.
Min Ziguan reflected on the cause of his defeat, his scalp tingling with anxiety. He had assumed his cultivation surpassed his opponent’s, which bred complacency; if he encountered a stronger adversary next time, he was bound to suffer greatly.
Yu Fei and Zhu Shilong chatted casually, their interaction friendly. After another day, Yu Fei admired the narcissus flowers and decided to leave. Zhu Shilong was reluctant but understood Yu Fei’s life was tied to the wanderings of the martial world; sometimes, one could not choose. He prepared horses and provisions, personally escorting Yu Fei to the foot of the mountain.
By the end of his tale, the old man was trembling, and those behind him listened intently.
Though it was true, Su Nan still felt uneasy. Life had always been frugal, but Su Su and Su He were sensible children, careful with spending, even earning scholarships every year.
The Dragon King Cauldron suffered tremendous damage in the last confrontation against Shi Pan, and the old demon Sang Mou, who dwelled within it, was gravely harmed as well.
Another point—without inviting Mo Yang, relying on his wealth, he could contact O’Connor directly, leaving her powerless.
It was already a rainy day. With the formation activated, clouds began gathering above the ancient temple; in the time it took to smoke a cigarette, a thick layer formed overhead, and even more clouds continued to converge.
Song Yunqian was speechless. That time, trapped by the downpour in the ruined temple, was her doing. It was then that they became intimate, which prompted the urgent need to marry her.
“Uh… is there such a family connection?” Long Jingtian was dumbfounded, his expression comically bewildered.
Yue Goyin said, “Better than last time, at least it’s not so suffocating.” Yue Goyin’s death was due to Duan Sirou’s poisoning; a cultivation that once stood above all, ended in such humiliation.
When leaving, she notified her close friend to help substitute for her class, and also informed Yang Jue. The less attractive nurse, upon hearing the news, eagerly accepted.
“Thunder Law: Qilin!” Li Linhao shouted, and the qilin, which had been gathering but not dispersing, suddenly went berserk.
Ever since Yang Yi and his companions entered the building, his keen sixth sense told him they were being watched.
Today, she finally broke the shackles, feeling her mind clear and refreshed. Yet, when questioned by the family elders about obtaining the Glass Body, she remained utterly clueless and astonished.
After Qingze and his group entered, they knelt before the Ancestral Dragon statue. Every dragon person wore a look of reverence and piety, fearful of desecrating the dragon soul.
“No, I don’t want to, I don’t want to—” Chen Ruobing shook her head desperately, fear intensifying in her eyes.
On the other side, Dugu Sisi’s thoughts were simpler. She knew Corpse Command Heaven was after her, so she could never give him a chance like Xin Ziling would. If he wanted her dead, she’d strike first; the principle of preempting danger was something she’d mastered through wandering the martial world.
Gradually, a strand of golden Buddhist light emanated from Chen Xuanzang, vibrant as the morning glow.
After the black aura gathered, it formed an armor-like protective layer over Markolin, completely obscuring Pochi’s appearance. He now looked like a horned demon, radiating an evil and dangerous presence.