056. The Potion of Desire

Indeed, Hiiragi Sioro could distinguish goodwill from malice among the people around her solely relying on her instincts and senses.

Yet human society remained far too complex for her—

On many occasions, malicious intentions not directly aimed at her would nonetheless cause her harm due to a tangle of convoluted reasons.

Even as a broad-concept urban legend, the "Witch," she had suffered injuries before fully mastering her own powers.

For instance, back when she was very young—

Looking at the smiling faces of the mother and child, Ye Chen felt his previously empty chest infused and filled with tender emotions, bringing him a sudden sense of peace and soaring spirits.

"What is going on!" Master Wu stared at the coffin lid that had yet to be opened, suddenly speaking in a cold voice.

However, my will stubbornly survived. Though my body could no longer move, an irrepressible blaze of fury burned fiercely within my gaze. A surging desire to live exploded deep inside my chest, the pain at my neck vanished, and the gushing blood lost its momentum.

"You brat, you are simply too audacious. Do you really think I wouldn't dare put a bullet through you!" Old Master Ye flew into a furious rage, never expecting that Ye Chen would throw himself forward to save her.

Suyan now discovered that this Jiuhua Sect possessed quite a formidable array of experts; every single person who came seeking vengeance against him possessed astonishing strength.

I certainly didn't want to see Kang Linlin reduced to a vegetative state in the hospital, so I hurriedly urged Python Qingru to carry me away to save her.

The sword-wielding man, realizing evasion was impossible, swept his hands through the air. An invisible ripple of energy instantly began to intertwine around his fingertips.

Oh my... The business card felt remarkably soft to the touch, clearly crafted from some exquisite material.

Hearing Lin Qingchun's words, Suyan smiled slightly. He knew full well that the old codger was deliberately changing the subject, desperate to prevent him and Lin Nan from divorcing.

Gu Jiuhan's blade, combined with the blood-faced bat's vastly superior agility compared to the clumsy flying ducks, allowed them to cut through the Cossack scouts swarming the flying ducks like lightning, leaving the enemy utterly helpless as they slashed back and forth across the formation.

Perhaps it was during this period that she finally saw clearly how he could cast aside everything for her sake without a single reservation. Yet she, who had previously harbored endless misgivings, had pushed him away from her time and time again.

Ah, whatever. Their thoughts were simply too unfathomable. It would be best to return and speak with Mother, asking her what hidden secrets lay beneath all of this.

Naturally, Shen Yunxi had mentally prepared herself before executing this maneuver—prepared, once again, to incur the wrath of Feng Qingchen.

Qingfeng followed closely behind the two, silently committing Mo Xiaoran's words to memory. He resolved to purchase a batch of such watermelon varieties from the borderlands a few days later and store them in the prince's estate, ensuring that whenever the future mistress desired them, they would be readily available.

Seeing this, the figure in black cursed inwardly. He glanced back toward the prison entrance; charging forward now was clearly too late. He could only pray that Yuanxiang's move had been nothing more than a feint. With that thought, the black-clad figure turned to make his escape.

Before Han Xie even had time to react, that surging genuine qi had already shattered layers of vortexes and slammed solidly against his left shoulder.

Realizing that what his disciple said was not entirely unreasonable, Bai Yujie considered that even if the person in question wouldn't utter a word, there was no guarantee other martial brothers wouldn't gossip about the matter behind their backs.

Celebrating the New Year was simple enough; it was merely the preparations beforehand that proved troublesome. Fortunately, Old Liu wasn't quite as busy at First Pavilion anymore, so I had him called back to help procure gifts for the mountain stronghold. I planned to take Liu Lianjiang and Old Liu—father and son—along with me; as for the unfamiliar family members, it was better for them not to go.

Haitang remained entirely oblivious to the arrangements made by Baili Yan and Nangong Jingchen, assuming the mercurial man before her meant to hurl malicious slander at the Prince of Lanling. Thus, she earnestly and anxiously defended Nangong Jingchen, little knowing that her well-meaning words had inadvertently betrayed him.

Back in the day, the Heavenly Gate boasted four major factions, governed respectively by Yin Xiangdong, Han Anxi, Lin Haonan, and Gu Zhangbei. While Han Anxi outwardly raised no objections, he harbored fierce discontent within. Why should an empire built by the joint efforts of five men be handed over to that old fogey Yang Dezhu to lead as the master of Heavenly Gate? Simply because he was the elder?