Chapter 55: Ten Percent Han'an Content

Sitting on a sofa not far away, Jing Zhichen listened to the doctor and the others, thinking of the things he had done last night, feeling as if his heart had been ruthlessly pierced by the tip of a needle.

"Ha, Brother Tang, hello! I've heard Lulu mention you long ago!" Lin Wu gave a faint smile and still reached out to shake Tang Hu's hand politely.

He saw clearly and distinctly that Fu Jinchai disliked the imperial palace, so he figured that Dongfang Chunyan must dislike it as well. He had originally thought their departure would only happen decades later, yet he never expected it to be today.

He didn't dare to stay a moment longer, fearing that he might frighten Leng Feixue. She had only just forgiven him, and he couldn't afford any further complications.

I took a deep drag of the cigarette, let the smoke circulate between my lips and teeth, and then slowly exhaled it before flicking away the ash.

The Liu family's martial arts differ from Choi Li Fut and the Mo family style; apart from the Liu family's staff techniques being renowned in the south, their bridge hand techniques and the Liu family's stance posts are also considered unique masterpieces in the southern martial arts world.

"Shut up! Make any more trouble and get lost back home!" My father was genuinely furious, his face flushed as he pushed Aunt Zhang aside.

Among our group, when it came to Daoist attainment and broad knowledge, Wang Wanrou was undoubtedly the foremost, and I had no objections to her judgment at all.

All my belongings were at President Ding's place, so it was impossible for me to leave the hospital. Word had it that Fatty Girl and I still needed to be on the intravenous drip for several more days, and neither of us was in any condition to leave anyway.

It seemed he needed to have someone thoroughly investigate Luo Yiyi's romantic history, to see why a pitiful Luo Yiyi from a couple of days ago had ended up like that, and whether it had anything to do with the Jing Zhichen standing right before him.

The emperor of the Dragon Ming Kingdom was the brother of Night Zixuan's mother; in other words, he was Night Zixuan's uncle.

Mu Wanqing was slightly stunned, clearly hearing Huo Chen's gentle breathing. She raised her eyes and met Huo Chen's burning gaze, experiencing a momentary lapse in concentration.

"You may wait here quietly. I believe there will be news within a day or two, at which point I will come to notify you personally. I won't disturb you any further, farewell!" Lu Dingtian did not directly answer Situ Huishan's question, but instead smiled rather mysteriously.

"Then it's settled, we'll give a handicraft!" Lu Chen didn't wait for Li Xinru to finish speaking before making his decision.

You must be joking. Wuxu was a cultivator at the Soul Formation stage, and although Zheng Guangming was already at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, he couldn't withstand even a few moves under Wuxu.

"Why do you seem not worried at all?" Yan Shengwu did not understand why Du Yuesheng was so thick-skinned and carefree.

Shen Yunyou heard Bai Moyan's words as well. Gritting her teeth, she looked at the man before her, thinking of Chen'er who was still over there. If this continued, neither she nor Qiu Shitian would be able to escape safely. It would be better to let Qiu Shitian take Chen'er and leave first to ensure their survival.

Hearing this, Li Xinru and Guan Yun exchanged glances, both looking somewhat surprised. Lu Chen's martial arts were already not low—just how powerful could the expert he mentioned actually be?

"Why?" Fang Meiling and Qin Mengling, the martial sisters, asked in unison, looking deeply puzzled.

His figure flickered back and forth in the void, instantly flashing to his opponent's side to dodge that punch. Just as he was feeling secretly pleased with himself, he discovered that another cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage had already arrived beside him.

The strength displayed by the Libra Palace at first was not particularly formidable. Aries and the other two, along with other cultivators, almost breached the Libra Palace in one go, but immediately afterward, a monster appearing within the Libra Palace forced them into a rapid retreat.

Hearing this, Yun Hong was momentarily stunned, because when he uttered those words, he had never expected a response from Xiao Yan. Yet today, Xiao Yan had surprisingly broken precedent and replied, leaving Yun Hong quite astonished.

The term "oil rat" might not be heard often in regions of the country that do not produce petroleum, but in D City, these three words could be heard everywhere.

Hearing Tao Ming's soft cry during his cultivation, Ling Changfeng processed the final batch of filtered spiritual energy, slowly opened his eyes, and withdrew from his meditative state.

"Being humorous is fine, but don't hold back when it's time to strike." Xiao Yan replied coldly, his expression entirely devoid of emotion.

Ling Feng was extremely focused, pouring his entire mind into alchemy. His perception enveloped the flames at all times, sensing every change the medicinal powder underwent within the fire and absorbing every bit of digestible experience.

Clatter! Before the monkey could finish speaking, Sun Jiaqi threw the chopsticks in her hand onto the table. "Let's go take a look! A bunch of men worse than beasts!" With that, she cast a fierce glare at Su Chenyang.

Ouyang Qi slightly knitted her willow brows, truly weary of such events. Every time she attended similar gatherings, endless unknown suitors would come to harass her, driving her to utter annoyance and making her avoid such banquets ever since.

Shui Yingchan hadn't expected this token to possess such formidable power. After a brief moment of surprise, she immediately rushed into the inner hall.

Now, in the span of merely two years, the Chanxuan Sect boasted no less than three hundred disciples, achieving widespread fame around the Qingcheng area.

Wu Qisheng wore a meaningful smile, stroked Qiao Ziyou's hand a couple more times, and then left.

A breath of turbid air slowly escaped from his throat, while his face instantly assumed a stern expression.

Was this heavy ruler really his own? Why was there such an intense sense of familiarity? And who was the "superior immortal" spoken of by the spirit beast?

This strangely named talent wasn't meant to make Qianchen an orthopedic surgeon, but rather focused on greatly enhancing Qianchen's mastery over bone-type ingredients.

On Yue Leng's indifferent face, her eyes suddenly widened to their utmost limit, and her mouth opened involuntarily. Her cold and proud facial features gradually distorted from overwhelming shock, turning ferocious.

"It's hard to be certain just like that, but reaching a level like mine is by no means an easy feat." Chu Feng shook his head with an ambiguous smile, having no desire to explain the secrets hidden within. Turning around, he sprinted rapidly in the direction indicated by the leech.

The gloomy sky became brilliantly illuminated by this divine lightning of the nine heavens, and the shrieks of the vengeful spirits grew increasingly sharp and piercing, grating painfully against people's eardrums.

This first trial of martial lightning was already this terrifying; if the second trial were to descend, his physical body would surely be battered into at least severe injuries, not to mention that the vital energy within his qi reservoir had already been consumed quite a bit.

Eager to escape, the Old Ancestor of the Styx River endured two more heavy blows before finally flying out of that aperture, successfully fleeing the Buddha-realm of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.