Volume 1, Chapter 48: Ji Wenqian, Get Down Here Right Now!

Chu Yan had never experienced soul travel before and naturally could not imagine what it felt like. It must be wonderful; otherwise, someone as time-conscious as Bai Zhi wouldn’t have taken time out of her busy schedule to try it.

In the early hours of the night, He Jianguo and Miao Ran simultaneously opened their eyes. After a year’s gap, the harsh call of the night owl echoed again, but this time He Jianguo did not go outside.

Zuo Qiu Xu sat beside her, letting her lean against his chest. Ye Xi lay in his arms and, after some thought, decided to tell him about that matter—whether he chose to help was up to him.

She did not feel that Zhao Cairen was particularly wronged or pitiable, nor was she trying to appear sensible before the emperor. She only feared for the child in Zhao Cairen’s womb. If anything happened to the baby, the emperor would surely be heartbroken.

“She spoke with such conviction and even had a ‘witness.’ I’m just afraid you’ll believe their words and really think I pushed her,” Qiao Chu said.

Later, casualties among the fire and water element users increased at the front. When Zhan Lian led the charge, those with fire, water, metal, and strength abilities would clash fiercely. The fragile water users fell quickly, and Zhan Lian had to both rescue people and fight monsters, doubling his workload.

She changed out of her black professional suit and into a floral V-neck blouse paired with a high-waisted long skirt that accentuated her figure.

After speaking, she gave a fierce glare at Xie Batou, then glanced at Xie Tongzhi before swinging her sleeve and turning into the inner hall.

Ye Xi guessed it was those boring songs and dances—sigh! She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, thinking how utterly dull it was.

Though eunuchs were inhumane, judging by how Sun Peng tidied himself up so neatly, he did not seem to be someone who neglected his appearance.

“Junior Sister Yao, it’s been years; you’ve become even more beautiful,” Ji Yunting said with a slight smile and a nod.

Early the next morning, Mo Kui brought a huge wooden tub filled with hot water, adding a prepared herbal mixture. After a moment, the water turned a deep red with a thick, pungent blood scent swirling above it. Mo Kui sat naked in the water and began his body tempering.

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A crack sounded as the five-colored cocoon showed a split. Then a hollow depression formed, releasing faint black, foul odors. Wujinchi frowned and immediately summoned a golden barrier in front of him, enveloping himself and Qiu Taisong.

“Information gained by cheating death must not be wasted. This is the rule. From now on, whenever such matters arise, don’t hold back. Speak up for what you want!” Jin Ling declared loudly.

The one who cast the curse? That ghostly shadow had long since vanished; after all, hiding was its greatest skill.

She took out her phone, powered it on, and dialed the number Chen Dazhi had left her.

Xie Jiudao had been trapped on the sacred mountain for most of his life and envied that serene, leisurely existence immensely.

“Mother-in-law, how much can a hairpin ceremony really cost? We elders will make sure the ceremony is proper and dignified so that everyone in the capital will praise our family,” the matron of the Chi household assured, patting her chest and promising satisfaction.

These words struck Zhou Changsheng sharply, just as Su Fan had said: in this ruthless world, if not for Zhou Yiming’s constant protection, his survival itself would be uncertain.

“It’s hard to explain. I was struck by a sudden misfortune, losing all my cultivation. I’m currently trying to recover,” Mo Kui sighed deeply before speaking.

Though she said nothing, it was as if she knew everything, her thoughtfulness making it impossible to remain indifferent. Even Su Mo’s soldiers frequently glanced at Liang Wang.

He gestured toward the door at Zhang Chuhan, and the two of them entered the courtyard, stopping before the house.

Mei Yan smiled, her eyes flickering as she caught the brief eye contact between Zhong Li and Jiu’er. Jiu’er quickly turned away, her gaze locking precisely on Mei Yan, who had not yet withdrawn her own glance.

Early the next morning, Jiu’er woke up early. Jiang Man, exhausted from lack of rest, continued to sleep deeply. Not disturbing her, Jiu’er washed and then resumed her makeup and preparations before making breakfast—not porridge this time, but a pot of steamed buns.

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What kind of palm was that? No one could describe it. It had six fingers, each fingertip bearing a sinister eye that emitted a faint cursed light as it opened and closed.

The voice of the Creation Immortal Cauldron suddenly sounded in Xia Mu’s ear, and a surge of primordial energy burst forth from within the cauldron, enveloping Xia Mu as she vanished deep into the folds of time and space.

Lin followed behind Yu Hongsu in silence, thinking that since Yu Hongsu had already gone to stir up trouble, she only needed to follow closely and achieve her own goals.

“Husband, I truly miss you!” Held tightly by Xu Tian, Zhang Duo fell silent for a moment and then nestled into his embrace, her crimson lips parting softly to voice her endless longing.

“I’m going to kill you…” Tiger roared in fury. No man could bear that question.

“Just handle it quickly. Dong Ge isn’t here, and I haven’t arranged the girls’ performances tonight! Get it done and come back fast!” Looking somewhat absent-minded, 96 spoke with a trace of exhaustion on his face.

12. Good people never poison; bad people specialize in poisoning. Yet good people are often falsely accused of poisoning, while bad people poison freely without suspicion.

The Fire Lion’s Dragon-Slaying Blade radiated overwhelming battle intent. The black demonic flame seemed provoked, instantly surging in power. It struck the approaching Zhurong Demon God’s clone, forcing the previously howling clone to falter. Though unharmed, it howled in pain.

The cultivation world was quite conservative; no matter how powerful, no cultivator could tolerate being cuckolded. Their dual cultivation partners were considered sacred, never to be touched by others.

“You can try,” Huangfu Qi said outright, ignoring the other’s threats as he strode forward. War was imminent! He did not spare a glance at Dongfang Jie’ao and the dozens of demigods behind him. Since they did not block his path, why bother with them?