Chapter 43: Fancy

Yin Xi wanted to approach her, but she recoiled as if fleeing a plague, retreating step by step before turning and running toward the elevator.

"My Lord, I shall deal with the tail," she said, voluntarily falling behind to block the two of them.

"Jianyi, in the middle of the night like this, is something the matter?" Li Zhouquan's voice came from the other side.

Chu Qianqiu's deep respect for the people of the Dark Night Ancient Clan, coupled with his decision to have Shuang'er represent the Three Slaughters Heavenly Gate in battle, actually filled him with discontent. However, because this was Chu Qianqiu's arrangement, he could not say much on the surface.

As they were speaking, Liu Yang, a renowned physician from Yanjing, arrived in a rage, accompanied by several of his colleagues.

"You are far from as resolute and resourceful in administration as Yang Gu. Weren't you very supportive when I fought the great battle in Yecheng?" Sima Ji chuckled. Yang Pian was Yang Gu's stepson, and when Sima Ji was besieging Yecheng, Yang Pian served as the Inspector of Qingzhou. Later, after entering the capital, Sima Ji transferred Yang Pian there.

The city lord and the city lord's daughter had entered the inn an hour ago and still had not emerged.

With that, Duan Yangping took the draft and ran off to find another editor. After chatting for a bit, Duan Yangping showed the draft to the other person, and then Qin Yaoyao watched as another editor named Qian Lai nodded repeatedly while looking at it.

Seeing this, D'Antoni felt his head spin. He thought Ye Fan's behavior today was exceedingly strange compared to usual, as if something were weighing heavily on his mind.

Sitting atop the ancient, weathered metal chariot, the elderly man looked like a clay sculpture or a stone statue, completely motionless, devoid of a shred of vitality and radiating not the slightest hint of pressure.

There were many like them; some still had a long time left in their lifespans and were unwilling to take risks, while others simply felt unprepared to take the leap.

This person's skin was somewhat dark, and his accent was a match for that pure troublemaker and guardian of the Southern Frontier Holy Altar, the one called Weng Dai.

This was Gong Shen's greatest realization upon growing up to this day: when fighting others, a single moment of hesitation would lead to destruction and annihilation, leaving nothing but endless regret.

In their hearts, they no longer harbored any hope that the Saber-Carrying Guest would truly come to their aid. He was a great figure, and they feared he had long since forgotten his previous promise.

Dawn broke, and the earth was wrapped in tranquility. The petal-like Xiaoxiang Manor sat in solitary isolation upon the vast plains.

Jersey Morgan's chest kept heaving, his pale face alternating between blue and red. Streaks of crimson, evil blood materialized around him, within which seemed to resound the shrieks of ten thousand ghosts. The oppressive resentment caused everyone to frown.

"Hiss—" Gazing at the weapon imagery projected on the virtual light screen, Liu Wei drew in a sharp breath of cold air, astonished not only by the sheer quantity and power of the weaponry, but also by their exorbitant redemption costs.

Even Mama Chen could not help but shake her head. How could Princess Changze be so utterly devoid of a sense of propriety?

Unexpectedly, Xu Ruoyi said, "I don't want any honors! Dad, if you want to praise me, buy me a set of my favorite, state-of-the-art kitchen utensils!" Her eyes shone brilliantly as she spoke of this.

Lu Jingran had endured hardship and exposure to the elements all along this journey; if he were to suddenly eat too richly, his stomach simply wouldn't be able to handle it.

After sewing for ages, she had only managed to complete a single sleeve, and the stitches were crooked and haphazard at that—this being the result after ripping it apart and redoing it three times.

According to the detailed map of the Taikang Mystic Realm provided by the academy, it only indicated the general location of the Jade Lotus Root, placing it somewhere in the northeast of the realm. However, the northeast was vast, spanning seven or eight valleys, and precisely which valley concealed the Jade Lotus Root remained a mystery to all.

The Herb Compendium did indeed contain a method for this, but clearly, the specific details had not yet been updated.

Armed with a straight saber, Instructor Su slashed wildly at him, smiling cheerfully as he practically forced him to counter. Only through actual combat could flaws be unearthed.

The joint probing by Mo Qianyan, Bailin, and Heikun genuinely detected the deep recesses of the tomb ruins, right at the opening connected to the Ancient Domain. There, a massive mass of black substance was hidden amidst the dense darkness, exceedingly malevolent and terrifying.

Everything Qian Yeyu had asked just moments ago was a roundabout inquiry concerning the fire back then, as if she were terrified that the other party might have discovered something.

Seeing Pei Huan waving continuously, Song Xinghe drew closer by a few steps. Yet he did not share Pei Huan's excitement, his expression calm as though he had long anticipated this outcome.

She had truly fallen asleep. It turned out her previous murmurs were merely sleep-talk. A warm current surged through his heart, and he stood there in a slight daze; despite being asleep, the one her heart yearned for and chanted was still him.

Before Zhan Mozhi could lower his head, Long Jiuyue smiled and stepped forward, taking Zhan Mozhi's hand and placing it against the side of her face.

A moment later, a massive circular formation abruptly manifested in the vast expanse of the sky, bearing intricate yet formidable array patterns. A rough glance revealed that every single beam of light seal reached the scale of tens of thousands.

Today, the fat woman had served her food, and with such enthusiasm! It felt as though she were being treated as an honored guest or the head of the household.

The enchantress smiled and then left the room. The masked person said nothing; after casting a glance at the scenery outside the window, he also departed. Now that the plan had begun, all he needed to do was wait and observe closely.

If the opponent's strength differed vastly from his own, one's body and soul might even be utterly obliterated. As a cultivator in the mortal cultivation realm, had Feng Fan harbored greed just now and attempted soul-searching on the Nascent Soul spirit of this artifact-refining master, not only would his own Nascent Soul spirit have been destroyed upon the activation of the master's secret technique, but Feng Fan himself would have been unable to escape death.

A warm glow bloomed in Quan Quan's heart. Xiyue actually possessed immense talent for mecha-crafting; the gap only existed because she was compared to a freak like himself. Compared to anyone else, she was formidable indeed. Moreover, having now inherited seventy percent of Quan Quan's true teachings, Xiyue was already capable of sweeping across Grandmaster-level mecha-crafters.

"Fourth lass, endure for a little longer. The day your eldest brother stands as an equal to our father, he will never allow you to suffer the slightest grievance again!" Fierce arrows of light flashed in Ronglu's eyes as he pulled her frail body tightly into his embrace, his knuckles popping with crisp cracks.

"This damned fellow almost got me killed. Fortunately, I didn't make a move. Just watch how I deal with you later," Lei Ge cursed inwardly, filled with utter hatred for the nouveau riche.

Under the remodeling of the holy light, his physical body underwent continuous transformation and refinement, enveloped by a faint radiance that seemed capable of suppressing all evil in the heavens and the earth.

She had heard before coming that this Master Qian had a very eccentric temper, which was why Lin Ruoshui appeared somewhat flustered at the moment.