Volume One, Chapter 30: Entering the Inner Chamber, Registrar Zhou

Mu Yichen kept her hidden in the hallway, moving toward empty spaces whenever he spotted anyone approaching. He led Su Yuxin in a game of cat-and-mouse with the searchers for quite some time, until they finally finished their sweep and moved to another building.

For martial artists, most cultivation techniques demand an exceptionally high level of control.

Su Can’s face flushed red with rage. Breathing heavily and remaining silent, her eyes swept across the living room, searching for something else she could use to vent her frustration.

A look of disdain curled the corners of Feng Yueli’s lips, her cold demeanor exuding an intimidating aura.

Her ears turned a deep shade of red. She remained silent, glaring indignantly at Ximen Jian with her large eyes, while a large hand pressed against her buttocks, hidden beneath her ornate silk robes, sending waves of numbness through her.

Back when she was still innocent and naive, she had already been following her uncle, learning various skills and traveling across the country by his side.

Qin Xinxin clenched his fists tightly. He was terrified of death, paralyzed by fear. Yet, he told himself that while he could die and endure humiliation, he could not allow the Qin family to be implicated.

With this thought, he opened the external interface and stared at an unnamed skill. It was a cultivation technique—a technique for the True Qi realm. Every martial artist who reached the pinnacle of the Mortal Body realm required such a technique to condense their True Qi and open their Dantian.

"We sell newspapers; we sell knowledge. How could we possibly go out to attend to you rustic bumpkins and country bumpkins?"

Ever since Tianyi Technology moved to Yanjing, too many young masters from wealthy families had come seeking Liu Xiangya. The front desk had long since received instructions: the CEO was not to be disturbed for anything other than official business.

"If you kiss me, I'll forgive you!" I leaned my face toward Su Su and said with shameless audacity.

With no other choice, I resolutely kicked the door open and stepped out. The force of the kick sent a young man standing by the car door stumbling backward.

His cultivation was at the ninth level. Dressed in white, his well-proportioned figure and flowing black hair, paired with bright, spirited eyes, made him appear exceptionally handsome and elegant.

The city at dusk was breathtaking; the golden rays of the setting sun bathed every corner, and even the breeze outside the window felt gentle. I didn't want to leave this restaurant yet; I knew he would surely come.

The monkey-like man was agile. With a swift turn and a quick kick from his left leg, the man fell to the ground once more.

The expressions of the five experts shifted. Only Pei Shichong looked relaxed; he did not care whether Chen Tian lived or died. As long as the technique for the Blood Puppet was destroyed along with him, that was enough. His previous assistance to Chen Tian had been born of selfishness—he had merely wanted to use the opportunity to restrain Du Mian and buy himself time.

Cars sped down the street as night began to fall. The horizon lost its final trace of light, and the neon signs along the street illuminated the city in a fiery glow.

The sword radiance shattered along with the three arrows. The shockwave spread, filling the air with dust. The Qiu siblings were knocked to the ground, and the formation’s light flickered violently and shifted.

The man recorded Ma Tianhao’s questions one by one, and two days later, he returned with the answers.

Yu Zhengang nodded from the side, trusting Blind He’s words implicitly. Victory and defeat were common occurrences in war. Blind He had served as a strategist in over a hundred battles, suffering only a few rare defeats, after which he invariably wiped away the shame. His reputation was deeply entrenched within the Giant Tiger Gang.

Zhou Yu sneered! Seeing the enemy charging toward them—less than a mile away, then four hundred meters, three hundred, two hundred—he roared, "Fire!"

She had assumed that the seventeenth prince of the Great Jin Kingdom only intended to use Xia Chiwan, without a shred of genuine affection.

As Bu Zhanfeng’s most trusted confidant, how could He Zichuan fail to see the relationship and underlying feelings between Bu Zhanfeng and Xia Furong?

Furthermore, hadn't Chu Shang said it? Yao Ji was the fiancée of the Twelfth. At this thought, Peng Lai’s expression darkened. She felt deeply uncomfortable. She glanced at the Twelfth; if someone as brilliant and radiant as him were paired with Yao Ji, it would truly be a flower planted in cow dung, wasted completely.

"How would I know? Let's wait and see!" As I spoke, I took out an ink box and instructed Zhang Xingyu to hold the bowl, telling him to wait for my signal to rush forward.

When Yuyu walked over, the youth in red was still asleep. She didn't disturb him, choosing instead to sit on a large rock in the distance and wait quietly.

Listening to the sound, I immediately felt something was wrong. Though it wasn't loud, it had immense penetrating power and was accompanied by waves of shock. I asked Bai Rou if she sensed any danger. She shook her head and said no.

It was only when she regained her senses that she realized the Twelfth Brother had already left with that lower-realm cultivator.

Xu Chu had not expected Xu Huang to be so formidable. He immediately set aside his arrogance. His own weapon was also a large blade, and seeing Xu Huang’s heavy strike, he didn't hesitate to counter with a slash of his own. Knowing he was physically more robust than Xu Huang, he naturally chose to face him with his own greatest strength.

Huh? Peng Lai sat up with a start. Her eyes widened; some of the lotus pods were glowing. In the dead of night, it was quite enchanting, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of the lotus.

"Understood..." Pang Youfu felt a pang of anxiety and, no longer daring to show the slightest negligence, walked straight toward the front desk.

But since Long Yuxuan had spoken, she felt too embarrassed to linger shamelessly.

Although Xiaoting hadn't said a single word, I could still sense a hint of fear and terror in her reaction.

I was also afraid that he wouldn't want to deal with me. I was carrying his child, and I didn't know what to do. Ye Li closed her eyes slightly; her heart was already bitter and sour enough that tears were about to fall. She, too, was at a loss.