Chapter 40

When the abnormal occurs, there must be something bizarre behind it. Whenever she encountered strange occurrences, her master always made it a habit to cast divination first. The hexagram hinted that the direction of the fire still harbored a faint glimmer of vitality. That he happened to catch up at this very moment indicated a predestined affinity between the two of them.

Lady Yang uttered a few more words, and after finishing her ginseng soup, Azalea helped her into the inner chamber to prepare, while Ye Chong and Li Tiehua waited outside.

As for Luo Mu, the mid-stage Martial Ancestor realm cultivator who sought his own demise, he had long since perished under the violent, torrential downpour of the Profound-Penetrating realm's initial manifestation, utterly unrecognizable and reduced to a puddle of bloody sludge.

"On Christmas Eve, in a foreign land, waiving travel and postage fees gives ordinary people the absolute perfect reason to travel. Even thirty thousand feels like an overly conservative estimate by classmate Donggu," Bando Otojiro said, shaking his head.

Ye Tian took the sheepskin scroll, and upon unfolding it, saw that it was indeed a pill formula, except that the top right corner of the sheepskin scroll was missing, along with several key ingredients.

"Is the boss not going to see me up?" Ping Xiangtong said, looking at Li Fangcheng with watery, autumn-water eyes and flushed cheeks, perhaps due to having consumed quite a bit of alcohol.

He understood that this Daoist priest wanted to get intimate with the young woman, and then he got slapped across the face by her. He didn't understand a single thing beyond that.

Therefore, when a Heaven-Chosen one endowed with the Mandate of Heaven flatly claimed to be a Celestial Master, it instead cast a shroud of massive doubt over the whole affair.

The Divine Dragon Fist struck the nine-colored giant hand, and with a low sonic boom, Ye Tian was directly blasted backward, his bones nearly jolting apart.

"Dad, I have a friend whose older brother offended Fang Jian and is currently locked up in the Yangchao District police station. I'm worried Fang Jian will target him..." Lin Yun stated bluntly.

Although all of us were brought here by Feng Tiansong, even if Feng Tiansong chose not to risk his life to help, no one could say a word—after all, in this kind of situation, protecting oneself was the ultimate truth, and people were inherently selfish. Yet Feng Tiansong seemed completely oblivious to his own peril, single-mindedly intent on helping Yu Mubai escape danger.

"Wonderful, it's a bye... We at the Flying Swallow Sect can advance directly in this first round..." Qinghuan smiled faintly, feeling a great deal more at ease.

"Father!" The moment Qiong Xinyong caught sight of Qiong Zhenxuan and Qiong Huaijin, a deep wave of grief welled up inside her, and she dropped heavily to her knees, choked with sobs before she could even utter a word.

The Grand Duke Qiong's estate... Qiong Qing paused momentarily, casting a glance at the sky, only to realize it had grown far too late; returning now was out of the question. Since matters had reached this point, and she had already given her word to Mo Huasheng, Qiong Qing directly inquired about the location of the kitchen to begin preparing the meal.

"Clang..." The sound of a door closing echoed from the entrance. It was Shen Shilin, who was dressed in casual attire with her long hair draped loosely over her shoulders, though she was noticeably much thinner than before.

The wind ruffled her hair, blowing strands across her eyes. She hurriedly brushed them aside, terrified that a single blink might cause him to vanish.

"Dean, please help me keep this matter a secret. You know what happened in Western Province. If those saints hadn't pushed things too far back then, I would never have destroyed the altar. Now that I am building an altar capable of teleportation to Eastern Province, absolutely no one else must be allowed to meddle in it." Yang Teng looked at Ye Xiaotian with a pleading expression.

A succession of violent explosions rang out back-to-back. The detonation times of these dozen-odd charges were nearly simultaneous, leading people to believe there had only been a single, thunderous blast.

Although these cyborgs possessed limited intelligence, they were nonetheless stubborn and troublesome figures, each harboring their own judgment and capable of acting according to their own consciousness.

Seeing Wu Wudi pose the question, Yun Fan was too embarrassed to admit that he had no idea either. In order to put on a mysterious front and awe the four of them so that they would willingly submit and serve him in the future, he opened his mouth and spewed a bunch of random, floating nonsense, completely bluffing his way through.

This city was not situated in a plain or among hills, but rather halfway up a mountainside. It stood some three or four miles away from them, yet the field of vision was vast, offering a clear view of the towering, majestic city walls and the grand stone steps.

After all, a person unwilling to face their own selfish motives and the Han Dynasty would rather choose suicide—what else was there that made them unworthy of trust?

After all, the palace examination was a battlefield for barely over five hundred people, and for the vast majority of candidates, considering the palace examination was utterly meaningless.

Fan Ning did not go looking to Zhu Xiaolin; instead, his ship sailed directly north along the Grand Canal. When he arrived by boat at Yingtian Prefecture a few days later, Fan Ning had the vessel dock for a day of rest so he could visit his younger sister, Fan Jing.

Zeng Bu greeted Fan Ning with his customary warmth, gesturing for the bartender to bring another pot of wine and a few side dishes.

In the CEO's office, Qin Momo was sipping milk for breakfast while reviewing documents on her computer. The exhaustion that once lingered in her beautiful eyes had vanished, replaced by a radiant glow.

At the very beginning, everyone had been all smiles and giggles, convinced that the current strength of the Blazing Sun Sect was so formidable that wiping out this pack of Western creatures would be as effortless as child's play.

At the other tables near the entrance of the jianghu-style eatery, patrons watched Qin Feng and his companions drinking, looking at them as if they were a bunch of lunatics, their eyes filled with shock and dismay.

"Putting that aside, were you really planning to massacre the stronghold back then?" Sima Ji suddenly halted and asked with utmost seriousness.

Amidst Chen Anhao's awkwardness, Zhan Qiancheng scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. However, instead of placing her directly on the bed, he carried her straight into the bathroom and set her inside the bathtub.