Volume 1, Chapter 37: This Is Not Miss Ye

He heard only a sharp clang. Blinking his eyes, he dared not look, only to see his precious sword snapped in two by that resilient mass of flesh. All that remained in his hand was a broken hilt.

Zhang Yunfei was unaware of the conversation between Liu Feng and me, perhaps still lost in the haze of having been cuckolded by Lou Nan.

Perhaps my answer satisfied Xiao Fang; she nodded with a smile, took my keys, and turned to leave.

"My husband, the night is deep. What are you looking at?" Tian Mingyue asked softly as she approached Yang Chen.

"Rest assured, Huan Cai'er has contracted a contagious disease; I doubt she can even step out of Duyue Pavilion now," Yao Mowan said, looking at Ye Junqing with confidence, her eyes brimming with radiance.

"Yes, Leader." Yang Chen closed his eyes once more, frantically absorbing the vital essence and deathly aura from the corpses of the demonic beasts.

The same words echoed in Ling Ruijue’s ears again. He snapped his eyes open, placed a banknote on the seat, pushed the car door open, and stepped out.

This was an older house, where even the stairs to the second floor were made of wood. Eroded by the passage of time, the staircase made me feel insecure, as if it were always on the verge of collapsing.

Zhang Lin could sense Ye Tong’s emotions, but the more he saw, the greater the pressure he felt around him. It seemed that if he wanted the Ye family to survive this crisis, opening the spiritual field was imperative.

War-like friction erupted almost instantly. Within just three days of the light orb's appearance, the entire domain was plunged into panic. If the Heavenly Cloud Divine Ancestor did not appear soon, the Saint Cloud Domain would descend into unprecedented chaos.

Very well, it seems the Prince knows nothing of elven lore. If it were Yellow Chicken, he would certainly know, as he is a Rune God and perhaps even possesses an elf of his own.

Li Yuntao glanced at him, then at He Yining and Jin Shaoji, a mocking sneer curling the corner of his lips.

With Song Guyan’s combat prowess, even if five Chen Yanruos fled in different directions, she could subdue them one by one, not to mention the Labrador watching on with hungry eyes.

Even the Ding family, having heard that the Manichaean sect could acquire such fine weaponry, purchased a batch. Fang La leapt to become the largest arms dealer in Jiangnan—a result authorized by Zhang San.

Happily, Naxing sensed Chen Yi’s vital signs. Even though he had been swallowed, he was not yet dead and remained alive inside the body of the giant divine squid.

***

Nodding, Hao Yu waved his hand, collected the items in the cave, and leapt out of the entrance first.

With the aid of the medicine and the coordination of his own internal energy, Hao Yu was pleasantly surprised to find, two or three minutes later, that the wound on his right abdomen had miraculously healed. By then, he had been chased by Mo Yuting for nearly a hundred yards.

"I can't go on, let’s rest for a moment." After Chen Yi spoke, he told them to step back, as he needed to dispel the barrier. To touch the Senior Brother’s barrier with bare hands would result in being scorched to a crisp in no time.

The next morning, Bian Yuanhang, who was idling at home surfing the news, suddenly received a text message.

Although Qin Han was both the original author of the manga and the screenwriter for the TV series, and according to the contract, held a significant say in the production, acting unilaterally to handpick actors—playing the "imperial appointment" game—was clearly overstepping his bounds. That was the producer's right.

The leaders were also quite tactful; although they didn't believe such a beautiful bag was made by Huang Daozhou’s wife, they expressed their appreciation for the sentiment, even if they could not accept the gift.

What troubled him further was his realization, upon hearing Tsunade’s words, of what he had forgotten earlier.

Because the fact that he possessed the Cave Heart Mirror was known to almost everyone in the Longdong cultivation realm, it was possible that news of it had already reached the Southern Frontier cultivation realm.

This year, the Konoha Hidden Village five-year plan had just passed its first year, a time when everything should have been flourishing.

"I know you mentioned Du Bingbing without any ulterior motive; you were just joking with me earlier."

Under the watchful gaze of his spiritual mark, he heard the voice of that strange creature emanating from the fissure.

Her face was still smudged with gray ash, and it appeared she had already eaten the sweet potato; he wondered if she had hidden any. Zhu Youxiao found it amusing but did not tease her.

Not only that, but the killer beasts that had been stirring underground all rushed out to attack Xun Tian.

Zhu Youxiao was stunned. What was this nonsense? He had even forgotten the question of "Heavenly principles returning," coming out with "What a cool autumn day" instead.

Tang San gritted his teeth, the Sea God’s power spilling forth, whipping up raging waves that batted away the rain of arrows.

***

Ruan Jingfeng’s pupils constricted. "It’s him?" he said in a hoarse voice, his facial muscles twitching visibly.

"The Master has ordered: to prevent the rebels from escaping, reinforce the guards!" the leader of the iron-clad soldiers commanded from afar.

The last flower floated before him and suddenly expanded, turning into a transparent sheet that shielded his body to prevent any accidents. This caution was a habit cultivated over many years.

Chen Lin said, "It’s not work for school. Anyway, I can’t get away that day, I’m sorry." Chen Lin cursed Yuan Shu under his breath; in his view, showing up to support Xiao Ruoyao was far more important than being the second-in-command of Yuan Xing Security.

"Harmonious coexistence, create prosperity together!" Everyone present knelt in response. This was the slogan of the Holy City, a greeting of democratic harmony.

Upon hearing this, Duyuan was lost in thought. Earlier, he had only been concerned with coming to the Wanxin Gambling House to demand people, neglecting to ask Qiyihan and Qisiyong where the Wanxin Hall was. He walked forward immediately.

Day after day, dull and mundane, yet each time he gave his all. He wanted to succeed as soon as possible so he could go out and search for spirit herbs to help Ye Xuan recover quickly.

Zetter couldn't help but wonder what kind of influenza virus Ilona had given him. They had agreed it wouldn't be fatal, just enough to make him miserable for a while.

"Alright, the sheer wealth of your eight great families is truly appalling. That’s enough; I’m a bit tired after training all day. I’m going to rest. Remember what I told you," I said.

The large troop passed by Old Ma Si in silence. As night had fallen, Old Ma Si saw many familiar faces and suspected nothing. Just like that, Jiang Anxi and the others entered the mountain stronghold with ease.

The Grand Princess was truly stifled; she poured cup after cup of strong liquor into her belly. As she drank more, she began to recount the story of how she and the Marquis of Dingyi had met and come to know each other, along with their various joys after marriage. Weinong listened throughout, occasionally interjecting a word or two to help her unburden her heart.