Chapter 47: Heading to Canglang

Thinking of this, Blue Halberd bowed slightly to the Young Palace Master and said, "I shall go and ask the Palace Master to make the decision!" With that, his figure vanished instantly.

Taking advantage of Lu Erniang leaving the room, Song Yuan once again sank into his own thoughts. Lu Xiang and Lu Hong exchanged glances, both seeing the lingering doubts in each other's eyes. Knowing that this was not the best time for conversation, the brother and sister tacitly said nothing and instead fed Song Yuan a bowl of porridge.

Yang Shumin knew very well that if it were not for her, Xiao Zhang would not only have refused to return to the Xiao family, but would have instead launched a fierce attack against them.

As it happened, those accomplices rushed forward aggressively, following the example of the tall youth and relying on their numerical advantage, preparing to subject Xiao Zhang to a violent flurry of punches and kicks.

Those exposed by the media are all criminals sanctioned by the law, but does such sanctioning actually work? Public intellectuals would argue that this is a societal issue. Damn it, throughout history and across all cultures, such scum emerges endlessly, and no social system is entirely free of scoundrels. So what can be done? It forces the kind-hearted to simply pray to the heavens that they never cross paths with them.

While speaking, Chiri suddenly conjured a flash of red light in his palm that vanished in an instant, and the gaseous fiend sphere he was carrying also lit up with a corresponding red light.

Qin Feng smiled noncommittally. After Yu Xi finished her cold skin noodles, he stood up, left a ten-yuan bill on the table, and led Yu Xi away. The vendor grabbed the ten-yuan bill and chased after them, refusing to accept the money under any circumstances and shoving it back into Qin Feng's hands, swearing oaths that he would be cursed with retribution if he took it.

Old thing, as expected, no matter what I do, in your heart I still cannot compare to that good-for-nothing, trouble-making prodigal son, right?

Upon hearing Liao Jinghao's reply, a sinister smile curled the corners of Xiao Zhang's mouth. He lit the cigarette dangling from his lips, took a few puffs, and blew out two rings of smoke.

As they walked further down, the number of people they encountered began to increase, and all of them were couples, which made Ye Fanxing feel even more unnatural.

Not only did she recount her eldest brother Liu Yuanhua's awkward predicament to Princess Minrou, but she also sincerely explained the Liu family's intentions.

The Seven-Treasured妙树 in the hands of the Quasi-Taoist Saint erupted with boundless might. The power of a sage is unfathomable; the will of the Heavenly Dao descended, and all manner of cosmic laws responded.

This laughter continued for a full quarter of an hour until his throat grew hoarse and he was racked with continuous coughing, forcing him to finally stop.

He had not visited his wet nurse for several days, yet today, even when given the opportunity to go, he refused, insisting on staying behind in her quarters to accompany her instead. How utterly joyous he felt.

Various divine beasts spiraled through the air, and endless great demons cleared the path ahead. Quasi-Sages could be spotted in fair numbers, Daluo Immortals were countless, and Taiyi Immortals were beyond calculation.

He naturally checked his progress in cultivating the so-called Sword-Imperial Art, and the advancement exceeded his expectations. It was just as the saying goes: "Inadvertent willows shade a site, though intentional flowers refuse to bite." Cultivating the Sword-Imperial Art using his innate bloodline proved vastly superior to deliberate cultivation.

Thus, after a few days, Yun Danhong's caravan finally reached its destination, unloading all the silver from the carts to donate to the local disaster victims.

Whether it was the Buddha, the Jade Emperor, or Maitreya and the Queen Mother—who had just attained the status of Quasi-Sages—none dared to disobey. When it was time to fight for one's life, one had to fight with everything.

Lan Sushi glanced at him sideways and lowered her head to continue working on her math problems, her earlobes tinged with a faint red. She remembered that although Su Mo used to copy homework previously, there were times when he was even too lazy to copy, simply leaving it blank and failing to submit it.

"Don't put it that way, Husband. Your concubine only wishes for our family to live together in peace and safety," Su HaiTang hurriedly reached out to cover Li Shen's mouth, speaking in a low voice.

Did he neutralize these renowned Eight Masters of the Fire-Dwelling Taoists in a mere fraction of a second? When did he arrive? Or had that mystical treasure already fallen into his hands?

It was not until the hour when ordinary people usually put out their lights that the group finally, in a sluggish manner, brought up official business.

"Don't be afraid, brother. I'll help you gank in a moment and show the God of Winds our true power!" said the jungle-role Blind Monk.

It was precisely because these six individuals sacrificed their lives that the human race was able to emerge victorious in the final battle and become the undisputed overlords of the Divine Continent.

Li Zehua's battered and fragile heart once again squeezed out a large volume of fresh blood that coursed through his limbs and bones. Ignoring Shen Chong's direct punch, he grabbed the latter's shoulders and hurled him straight up into the sky.

To everyone's surprise, Fuwei swallowed it with a loud 'gulp.' Karl wore a look of utter terror, released Fuwei, and instinctively took two steps back.

Witnessing the terrifying destruction wrought by the divine iron—which had smashed a massive crater fifty meters long along its path—Leng Wuyue felt inwardly satisfied.

Therefore, Liu Ganning was exceptionally clear on this point. Knowing precisely what needed to be done at present, and in order to ensure he possessed even stronger capabilities, Liu Ganning knew he needed to continue managing the minion waves in his lane.

The years of that era were the most arduous times for the motherland. The people across the entire nation twisted into a single rope, working collectively to forge China's industrial foundation, which later enabled comprehensive development. With the foundation laid, subsequent development became much smoother.

"Well said, Second Brother supports you! Eldest Brother, hurry up and throw that ruler far away; it's terrifyingly creepy," Ming Fan replied after finishing the food in his mouth. Perhaps this was the only moment when these two brothers displayed genuine unity.

"He might be slightly more famous now, but that's no reason to drastically raise the prices like this!" Manager Zhang expressed his dissatisfaction.

Chu Yuman felt a chill in her heart, though her face remained flushed with anger. A moment later, realizing she had no way of landing a hit on Du Lingshan, she had no choice but to retract her hands in frustration.

"No, you can't just lie down like this. If you keep lying here, I'm afraid you'll continue to pester me. Aimee, you're far too hyperactive, and that's not entirely good." Zheng Zhefan withdrew his hand and smiled as he tidied her hair.

Chi Min was so irritated her teeth itched, yet she was utterly powerless against him. In her heart, she thought: Why must I swallow my anger? Why must I always be at his mercy?

"Know your mistake? Since you know your mistake, get back down there and train." After Niu Fei departed, Xue Jiancheng furrowed his brow.

Ye Zhen was still in his period of striving. When Ye Zhen reached a certain milestone, it would truly be as he said—at that time, he would look down upon these things. Even now, there were already some things Ye Zhen looked down upon.

Conversely, even if Li Huanhuan had taken some crucial item belonging to the Myriad Dragon Guild, causing them to mistakenly target me, there was no need to hunt me down so relentlessly. Unless... that item was important enough to instantly obliterate the Myriad Dragon Guild overnight.

He calmed his mind, regulated his breathing, and felt a warm current slowly circulate through his entire body. Every inch of his muscle and every bit of physical stamina gradually adjusted to their optimal state as he calmly awaited the arrival of the assassin.