Reasonable Demands

Seeing that the distance was sufficient, Han Xiao burst directly out from beneath the ground, unfurled his Purple Cloud Wings, and soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of purple light.

Suddenly, Ouyang Wudi appeared behind the two of them out of nowhere. Catching them red-handed, he delivered two swift palms—one to each of them—sending both stumbling forward and crashing flat onto the ground.

Observing his wife's facial expression, Wang Fan instantly guessed the reason, for only a beauty could bring such a heartfelt smile to Murong Sheng Sheng's face.

Shen Jiannan tried many times without success; the Gathering Origin Divine Art simply refused to work. Finally, drained of all his strength by the excruciating pain, he lost consciousness and collapsed onto the ground.

Transparent souls wailed as they melted one by one, and the crystal-clear pool gradually stained red, reflecting a dilapidated ancient castle.

"That is to say, the Sixth Young Master intends to enter official service." Ji Jingci wore a faint smile at the corners of his lips as he pushed the cup of tea toward Xie Yunchu.

He did not care what kind of conspiracy Li Wudao was plotting, but with the Dragon Sparrow Sovereignty Selection Assembly imminent, who could say whether Li Wudao's scheme would affect the grand event?

Gu Qiyan subconsciously took a step back, but upon no longer seeing Xie Chengen on the opposite side, a joyful smile immediately bloomed on his face. He then extended his fist and lightly punched the other man's shoulder.

This was because the youth also possessed blue hair and red eyes, with imperial aura permeating his entire being, yet both his kingly presence and his cultivation baseline fell far short of the Human King.

"The third item of the wedding ceremony: the oath!" Following the words of Liu Tuo, Feng Tianxue, and Feng Tianxing, Zhou Xiang continued.

"Is the Patriarch Ye's words true?" The leaders of the three major gangs stood up almost simultaneously, their burning gazes fixed on Ye Batian, their breathing somewhat hurried.

"Elder, may I ask how to get to Green Mountain?" Meeting an old man by chance, Yaoji stepped forward to inquire, hoping for some guidance.

Having finished speaking, Yezhe shoved Yishang away forcefully and sprang to his feet, darting off at high speed in pursuit of the spirit rabbit. "Yezhe, wait!" Yishang wanted to stop him, but it was already too late; Yezhe's figure was already far in the distance.

"Indeed..." Feeling the young master's rising fury, Lin Xinyao nodded stiffly and said in a soft voice.

Zhou Chao also figured that Wang Hongxiang might have retreated all the way back to City B. However, since they had fallen back, certain meeting reports and documents must have been taken with them; being military secrets, they certainly could not have been left behind at the frontline positions. All of this pointed to an unusual and bizarre atmosphere here.

"Xinyao, do you hate me?" After an unknown length of time, Wen Qiyan raised his head and asked her, his arms still tightly wrapped around her waist.

Another man also spoke up. Although they were wary of Lin Xiao, the latter's insults directed at the Sword Sect and at them made their old faces burn with shame. If they continued to act like cowards and play the fool, wouldn't this fellow end up riding roughshod over their heads?

Deng is a fine surname; lucky your name isn't Zheng. If your name were Zheng Zhi, then I, old blind man, would have to reconsider, because I despise politics the most, and I loathe those who play political games even more. If you claim your name is Zheng Zhi, do you believe I could use this cane to drive you right out of here?

Granny Wang spoke as she carried an oil lamp, leading Chang'e into the back room, where she indeed found stacks of silk thread piled high beside the spinning wheel. Chang'e did not hesitate; she carefully made her selection and then gathered an armful to bring back to the front hall.

"Lin Xinyao, you stop right there!" Seeing Lin Xinyao bolt, Wu Yuling immediately gave chase from behind.

Though she was not short on money, making such a long trip still offered a reward and a chance to watch the show, witnessing the downfall of that outsider. Thinking about it this way, it was actually quite a profitable deal.

A Lan looked at Hua Qingtong with a blushing face, feeling a mixture of gratitude and speechlessness. She picked up the teacup and downed the water inside in a single gulp. Seeing this, Hua Qingtong poured her another cup.

She had been too careless, far too careless. Assuming it was just a heartbreaking Korean drama where she only needed to practice her lines, she hadn't bothered to strengthen her physical body. Now it seemed she had trapped herself in her own web.

Her face was still that same face, but not only had the acne completely vanished, even her somewhat sallow complexion had turned fair and even appeared somewhat smooth and delicate, seemingly capable of yielding water if pinched.

Pregnant as she was, she had braved mortal danger to venture into the mountains to gather herbs for her child, and upon returning, she had attended to the child day and night without rest, pouring her heart into it, utterly unwilling to let the child suffer even the slightest hardship.

Since that scoundrel Huo's lackey claimed the snake was captured with great difficulty and the dishes were prepared by him for the kitchen, it was evident he was harboring malicious intent. He must not have realized who Hu Li was—could he ever suffer a loss in secret so easily?

Hearing this, Factory Director Zhao wore a troubled expression, his lips moving mutinously as if hesitating over whether he ought to speak or remain silent.

Nalan Ruoruo was drifting through a dark space when she suddenly heard a man's voice echoing from above, using a mesmerizing yet irresistible tone to seduce her at night, even shamelessly and softly calling her Ruoruo.

Earlier, Zhang Liao had already mapped out the locations in the Mobei grasslands where the Xianbei people took shelter from blinding snowstorms.

Shi Qingqi distinctly perceived the young doctor's aura gradually turning frigid, resembling the bitter cold of deep winter, as if plunging abruptly into a vast blizzard—cold enough to freeze one to the bone.

Department heads bustled in and out as Gong Can assigned work tasks to them one by one, which they in turn distributed to the members of the student union.

Crystal-clear droplets slid along the curves of his spine, rising amidst the swirling mist of the cold spring like an unprovoked temptation of desire. The scenery, half-veiled and half-exposed, was utterly bewitching.

Despite Gu Yu'er's words, Ni Yan still could not put her mind entirely at ease. Coupled with the string of events at the Ni residence, she sat on the edge of the bed, her brow still knitted in a deep frown.

"Yet even so, what if this war is won? Those vanished lives, those shattered bonds, those lost memories—can they truly ever be found again? This time, the Empress Dowager will suffer a total and utter defeat," Gu Pan's voice drifted softly through the air.