Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Prodigal Son
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Just as Chu Yan was on the verge of losing consciousness, a sharp cracking sound rang out, causing countless people to widen their eyes. The formation had broken.
After Teng Ya fell into the pond, she was rescued, but she had already lost consciousness. The Lin family not only failed to summon a physician immediately; when Teng Ya developed a fever, they even considered throwing her out.
Luo Wuyou had originally intended to nurse Linglong Immortal’s body through conservative methods. However, he soon discovered that Linglong Immortal was anything but obedient. After being kept at his side for less than half a day, she had nearly gone mad.
For an ordinary Retired Emperor, having relinquished all authority for more than a decade, the new emperor would have long since gained enough power to force his father to comply.
Feng Xian realized the danger and continued backing away, but her back had already reached the corner. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Song Yitao was already suffering from nausea during her pregnancy, and the sight of the medicinal soup she had to drink every day made her feel even more sick.
The young man’s breathing was heavy, and his brows were faintly furrowed as he stared fixedly at her. He resembled a ferocious beast slowly awakening, ready at any moment to bare its fangs and claws and fight her to mutual destruction.
The same principle applied: so long as Sun Chuanting firmly established himself as Governor-General of Sichuan and Shaanxi, Zhang Xianzhong would not have the nerve to slip into Sichuan.
Chu Yan’s expression was exceedingly solemn. As Daoist Master Chanfa had said, every time a formation spirit was condensed, an enormous amount of energy would be consumed, accelerating the collapse of the Thousand-Beast Slaughtering Formation. A war of attrition was absolutely out of the question. Before the Soldier-Release Formation could even weaken it, the Thousand-Beast Slaughtering Formation would have already shattered on its own.
After speaking to Yan Wu, Dijun cupped his hands toward Holy Mother Jinchi and said, “Farewell!” With that, Dijun vanished in the blink of an eye within the Kunlun Mysterious Palace.
On the stage, the two young men attacked and defended with equal skill, employing flexible tactics. They kicked from a distance, struck at close quarters, and grappled at point-blank range. The referee was highly experienced as well, always separating the competitors at the right moment whenever they locked together. The contestants awaiting their matches and the spectators cheered without end.
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“My lady’s suggestion is excellent. I’ll do as you say.” Yan Canglan wondered why he had never considered the matter before.
After the scene earlier, he seemed to have understood something, though Skyhawk himself still had not figured out why things had turned out this way.
At that moment, an enticing fragrance wafted over. The fox sniffed vigorously, feeling like Tom from a cartoon, being dragged along by the aroma of food. Without realizing it, the fox followed the scent to a food stall called Feng’s Steamed Buns.
“Shadow... Black Demon Fiend! How dare you hurt my brother? Pay with your life!” After breaking free of the束束 of blue flames, Ouyang Jue revealed himself and charged toward the Black Demon Fiend with a furious roar.
Anyone could see that Xi Ying’s left hand moved half a beat slower than his right. Clearly, the fox’s earlier gesture of circling the air beside him with his left hand had not been pointless; he had used some unknown method to injure Xi Ying’s left hand.
Remembering how strongly her master opposed her marriage to Purple Eye, Wanwan felt that her wedding day was surely far off. It would be better to take this opportunity to consummate the marriage first. Even if her master objected afterward, it would be too late.
“What are you rushing for? I’m looking at it right now. Go stand over there. And please wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth before you speak, all right?” Ouyang Jue rolled his eyes at Optimus Prime, then returned his attention to the treasure map.
Xiao Li smiled faintly at Jiang Sixia and said, “Nothing is impossible. Take what lies beneath your feet, for instance.” He pointed beneath Jiang Sixia’s feet. Jiang Sixia glanced down and saw his own shadow fly up from the ground and rush toward him.
“Uh... well, I suppose I won’t be doing that.” Sword Lord Demon finally realized that they were puppets.
Remembering that Mo Yue, whose identity was rather unusual, was still in Yanjing, Ling Feng thought that if he intended to establish himself there, he would have to meet him sooner or later. He decided to send Mo Yue a text, saying that he had arrived in Yanjing and would be going to the World Trade Center area with some friends that evening.
Watching the players pounce like starving wolves, Xiaoyu and Xiaoyi finally understood the effect of fame. Nervously, Xiaoyi edged closer to Lin Jie. It was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to move toward a boy.
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“Brother Yi wants to ask me something? Are you wondering who I am?” Shangguan Lingyou set down the simple bundle in her hands. It contained only the clothes she had been wearing when she arrived.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Father Liang drove off beneath everyone’s expectant gazes to fulfill their cherished dream.
Yu Ping was mainly responsible for overseeing the finances of the Emperor Hao Nightclub. The Black Dragon Society handled security and guarding the premises. Although Yu Ping disliked Sun Jian, that spoiled young heir was still the boss’s younger brother. Thus, Yu Ping nevertheless called the security office and told them to go directly to the Heaven Suite to deal with the matter.
“People from Demon Valley—what else could they be but demons?” Shangguan Lingyue gazed at him with a sinister charm and spoke softly.
Unfortunately, their cultivation was only at the Demon Venerable realm. Although they were considerably stronger than Zeng Hao, they were still no match for the Divine Transformation cultivators traveling with him.
“Hahahaha! As expected of Lin Yu, the prodigy who once shook the Profound Heaven Sect! Your spirit is truly soaring! Today, I, Shen Qian, shall serve as the referee for your arena!” Just then, a seven-foot-tall, heavily bearded man came riding upon a multicolored auspicious cloud. In the blink of an eye, he landed before Lin Yu.
This time, Ling Feng had arrived in an extended BMW, while he and He Ming drank red wine in the spacious rear compartment.
When the time came, Venerable Mu Tong would notify them of the mission through long-distance voice transmission. They only needed to remain in the Li Heaven Realm—or rather, the Li Heaven Realm—to reduce the danger.
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