Volume 1, Chapter 64: Ye Qinghe Has Returned

"We would never blow such a filthy thing..." Ji Ziyu suddenly remembered that Duanmu Pangjia had warned her not to reveal her identity. She had slipped up, and though she hadn't explicitly stated anything, it was tantamount to admitting she belonged to the Covenant.

Zhan Long had long anticipated that she wouldn't want to implicate him. He sighed softly and murmured, "But I refuse." With that, he exerted a slight force with both arms, steadily lifting Ning Yue and walking straight toward the cell door.

The cold wind howled, and towering sheets of ice lined both sides, making it feel as though they had arrived at the Earth's South Pole; the grand canyon was composed entirely of solid ice.

Recalling Li Yaotian's words from earlier, damn it, she had fallen for his trick again. Vengefully scrubbing her lips several times, Su Mo then left in a huff, without uttering a single word.

"Father, Second Brother's injuries have yet to heal. Please let me take the punishment in his stead," An Ruixiang hurriedly stepped forward and said.

As soon as his voice fell, Ye Xiao's figure flickered like a wispy green smoke, landing two meters in front of Young Master Leng. The Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand flashed, unleashing a barrage of fierce sword Qi that enveloped Young Master Leng.

He wore a black brocade robe, sported a handlebar mustache, and had a long sword hanging at his waist. He walked with powerful, tiger-like strides, exuding an immense aura of authority.

"Change?" Abe Kiyoshi was now the second-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi, her influence within the syndicate on par with Akimoto's, yet she had never once aspired to become the leader.

One had to admit that Li Xuanfeng's words made a certain amount of sense. Zhao Diyiyi and Xuantian Dou also nodded in agreement—they could at least claim some sort of connection, couldn't they? What on earth had Meng Xingchen said to him? That remark had surely ascended to become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the Endless Sword Domain.

To Meng Xingchen's left, Li Xuanfeng recounted various romantic anecdotes within the sect, while to his right, Zhao Diyiyi solemnly and earnestly explained the detailed workings of the sect.

Wang Fugui was mostly confident that as long as he did nothing to wrong him, this person would undoubtedly become his greatest pillar of support in the future.

He halted his aimless footsteps, gazed around, and felt a twinge of bewilderment as to where he had ended up.

"Is the information reliable?" Han Wen furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment after hearing Yao Yi's description, and inquired.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Qin Jingchen curved his lips in satisfaction and strode even more purposefully into the hospital.

Though deeply unwilling, after analyzing the situation, Han Yun had no choice but to reluctantly give up; killing the monkey today was clearly out of the question.

Upon learning that he had been designated as the Holy Son by the Wuhun Hall, Ning Rongrong began to intentionally or unintentionally keep her distance.

All of this was information Lucy learned from other members after joining Fairy Tail.

He had long heard of this hypocrite who, relying on his formidable cultivation, specialized in philandering and seducing women, and now actually dared to set his sights on his sister-in-law.

The moment the guillotine blade fell upon him, the Chaotic Body Refining Art surged at top speed, and the Chaotic Golden Body emerged from within his body.

Zheng Zhendong had also advised him a few times; although Xu Damao always promised eagerly on each occasion, he never actually made any changes.

Han Qi frowned and remained silent. Judging by his expression, Yin Junfeng knew he was considering the matter. Therefore, he too remained quiet, awaiting Han Qi's reply.

Once they had left, Fu Yiqing was dragged away directly. Hua Zifu's expression grew gloomy, a faint, cold light flickering in her eyes.

Lu Feng saw the boss himself come to open the door, clad in nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His handsome face darkened, looking very much like he had been right in the middle of *you-know-what* when he was interrupted halfway through.

Because, by comparison, they were childhood sweethearts, while she and Shen Shaobai were merely brief acquaintances who had known each other for a few months... She was already at a disadvantage in terms of time, yet deep down, she felt genuinely fearful of this romance and lacked a sense of security.

The investigative dossier was brief, consisting of a mere two pages densely filled with the prelude and aftermath of Wei Anning's accident.

The man maintained his posture without moving, his deep gaze fixed on her. Naturally, he could also perceive her awkwardness and discomfort; after being together for so long, she still seemed unaccustomed to intimacy with him.

Seeing this, Chen Haoqi assumed the original owner was simply one of his brainless fan girls, easily hookable with a casual gesture.

In order to win the Crown Prince and become the future Empress, Luo Yiyi was naturally willing to endure humiliation, deferring to the Prince in everything and putting on a pitiful, aggrieved facade that deeply won the favor of Shi Kangxian.

Therefore, when it came to familiarity with the terrain, only the host team from the Shattered Star Seven Cities Academy held a relative advantage.

After the surgery concluded, he was transferred to the intensive care unit. Although he was temporarily out of danger, he still required a period of observation.

With that, Shangguan Yu picked up a glass of wine and walked toward 'Madam Roseate' with an expression of certainty and confidence.

Shangguan Yu suddenly pulled Rao Mengyu into his arms, a large hand abruptly thrusting inside her bathrobe to cup her full yet fragile breasts.

Since he was a vice mayor, some degree of face still had to be given, and being overly aggressive was unwise. The current Wu Di was neither the country bumpkin he was when he first arrived nor a brawler like Ma Yiping; he had always advocated for keeping a low profile and remaining courteous when trouble arose. Maintaining a stance that was neither humble nor overbearing was the best choice, whether dealing with high-ranking officials or commoners.

"Drive him out!" The order was directed at the melee warriors who had survived the arrow volley, but no one obeyed. They were willing to die in battle, yet their hearts grew cold at being betrayed. Even if Gu Cuo were to offer his position as a reward at that moment, they had resolved to carry on playing dead to the end.

"Are you slandering me again? If not for me, how could today's situation have been resolved so easily?" Xingyue chuckled and shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the Eight Emperors burst into laughter, appearing somewhat cunning amidst the void. The handsome, alluring man beside them seemed to harbor a trace of bitterness in his expression.

In her eyes, Han Xiao was a man akin to a demon, possessed of an overwhelming desire for control—even when she wanted to smile or cry, she had to seek his permission first.

Mount Qianfo remained as fresh and breezy as ever, still remembering the scene when we first pledged our eternal love to each other right here.

Therefore, after occupying Victoria Harbour, Zheng Xiyuan ordered all assault-armed robots to land on the ground and advance on foot.

Lin Da gazed coldly at the three of them, naturally refusing to believe a single word uttered by this member of the demon race. Her hands moved incessantly through incantations, and her magical power surged abruptly, not only driving the might of the Demon-Subduing Immortal-Suppressing Armor to its absolute limit, but also channeling a massive amount of energy into the Sword of Admiration and the Immortal-Slaying Sword, striking a posture as if she intended to fight everyone to the death.

"Let me see just how formidable you old fogey really are!" Schroder showed no fear whatsoever despite his opponent being a powerful cultivator at the peak of the mid-Baby Realm. Once again mobilizing the power of his thousand-man battle regiment, he charged forward with all his might.

A massive disc-shaped vessel slowly floated over from the demon army's headquarters a hundred miles away. Surrounded by hundreds of elite demon warriors, the Demon King sat with a serene expression upon the central throne, gazing silently down at the battlefield shrouded in layers of mist.