Chapter 45

"It was merely my loose tongue. Please, this way to the upper floor. I must ask City Lord Jia to wait for a brief moment while I notify the Sect Master," Pavilion Master Hu said with a slight cupped-hand salute.

"You wounded someone with a stealth attack, do you even realize that!" Dai Chuchen remained unforgiving, wanting to pursue the matter and demand justice for Xia Chongming.

In a valley quite close to this place, iron chains bound a towering pagoda, beneath which sat a tall man.

"It is I!" Shortly after, two aged figures and a voluptuous beauty appeared before the crowd.

When I previously assaulted Mount Mao, three tribulation-facing demonic beasts were permanently sealed within the Three-Cold Purgatory by magical artifacts. Although those old men perished, some deaths are lighter than a goose feather while others are heavier than Mount Tai.

Before even reaching the cave entrance, he felt a cold blast rushing out from within and could not help shivering. The pitch-black mouth of the cave looked like the gaping maw of a ghost, poised to devour the living, while the sound of murmuring water in his ears resembled the miserable laughter of underworld wraiths.

Zhang Ding strolled step by step over the surface of the water, appearing elegant, handsome, and even calm and unruffled. "I told you I had seen through your moves, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you know how it hurts, don't you?"

Inside the bedroom, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, with a wrinkled white lab coat resting upon it. The curtains were drawn open, and the wind from outside blew in, causing the curtains to sway gently.

As they walked, the two began chatting. Having addressed each other as brother and sister, the initial awkwardness seemed to vanish, and their conversation flowed freely, touching upon everything.

On the shore connected by the floating bridge, a large area had been cleared out for a gorgeously dressed young man. The chariot pulled by celestial horses, spotted last night at the Treasure Pavilion, was also parked in the firmament not far away.

The mandible of the insect monster pierced through the backpack and dug into his back. Qin Liang let out a muffled groan of pain, yet his hands desperately shielded the detector, refusing to let go.

A chill gripped the heart of Daoist Monarch Cangyue. Despite her Nascent Soul cultivation, she experienced for the first time an overwhelming sense of helplessness and inability to resist when facing a sword cultivator at the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

They knew they had already overheard something extraordinary—something they should never have heard, and perhaps were not even worthy of hearing.

As this generation's walking emissary of the Beast-Taming Sect in the mortal world, Jiang Jiang had only ever interacted with their group. Less than a day had passed since they parted ways, yet she had now been captured by Liuli.

However, the duties of managing the household had now fallen upon Fei Biyun, which meant the authority of governance had returned to a noble family.

"Pumpkin Video's metrics look exceptionally good. Go and have a talk with their principal person in charge," Michael Cai instructed his confidant.

At this very moment, the crowd was utterly astounded, marveling at how profound the true cultivation level of this First Prince actually turned out to be.

Because he was the very first person in the contemporary world to openly oppose such brutal atrocities as the "extermination of nine familial clans" and "guilt by association," this was a direct challenge to the Emperor's tyranny, and an attempt to place certain constraints upon His Majesty's actions. How could they not feel profound shock and terror?

Zhao Guanshan looked silently at Lianguang Yu with complicated emotions, feeling at a loss for words if he wished to refuse.

Visiting Eunuch Fu would be entirely different. Meng Qianqian had never had any contact with him, so even if Lady Yan killed him, the blame could never be pinned on Meng Qianqian.

"Commander, this batch of enemy troops wants to surrender. What should we do?" The brother in charge of the lookout immediately reported to Big Yellow Tooth.

Early the next morning, Jiang Fan woke up at six o'clock, practiced a few sets of Tai Chi downstairs, and went out for a jog. After working up a good sweat, he returned to the dormitory carrying the breakfast he had bought along the way.

Luo Daming cast a smiling, reproachful glare at Luo Yingying and said, "Your brother's money doesn't blow in on the wind. Why should he buy you a car?"

Furthermore, it was merely meant to be a form of paying homage to the Buddha. As everyone knows, when it comes to honoring the Buddha, what matters is sincerity of heart, not the amount of money given.

Merely three steps brought him to the entrance of the underground secret chamber. James clenched his fist and struck out with a direct, explosive blow.

Seeing that those insects could not get in, Yang Shan finally felt a surge of relief and relaxed slightly. However, he then saw a colossal warrior suddenly materialize within the subterranean palace. Recognizing the figure's appearance at a glance, he immediately blurted out a name.

The three burly men who had entered first carried an aura of dense murderous intent. Even the old cat they kept at home was unwilling to get near them, forced to cower and tremble in a corner of the wall.

However, none of this had anything to do with Jiang Fan. He merely cast a faint, indifferent glance at Xu Dong, smiled aloofly, and turned to walk into the classroom.

Thoughts flashing like sparks of flint crossed Feng Biwei's mind. Gazing at the rippling surface of Dongting Lake before her, Feng Biwei's heart gradually grew tranquil instead. Cause and effect are predestined by heaven; why dwell on the past when doing so would only hinder one's present cultivation?

The reason Liguo was able to harbor such aspirations now was precisely because of the teachings he received at the Xingwang Mansion, alongside the example of figures like Shen Gonghu, who was similarly a Party member. Although Liguo also missed his family, the thought of sacrificing himself for the cause made his blood race with passion.

"Is Brother Sang asking why Shen Yuan wanted to arrest Zhong Wei?" Hearing Sang Anyan's words, Qin Jingya wore a faint dimple at the corner of her lips and replied calmly.

Yet Chen Xian felt no panic, for these thoughts could merge just as easily as they could separate. Once this session of cultivation concluded, they would naturally restore themselves, leaving no cause for worry.

"Those people don't recognize an old bag of bones like me. Besides, they are targeting you; why would they take the risk of showing their face before me?"