Volume One, Chapter 27: Identity Revealed

Only then did she realize why Ye Yunzhan had been driving so fast—he had been followed by paparazzi.

"Wentian, you’re online? You’ve really stirred up trouble this time," Qixue Jiuye Hun said with a laugh as soon as he saw Qin Bing log in.

Seeing that Qingqiu remained unresponsive, Yan Ran wiped away her tears, fumbled through her pack to retrieve a menstrual pad, tucked it into her clothes, and crept out of the cave.

Quan Qingjiu met her suddenly raised gaze, his expression stiffening; for a moment, he forgot what he had intended to say.

Although her voice grew less confident as she finished, Mu Qian was determined not to let Tang Mu feel too triumphant.

At the same time, his own expression turned grim. This matter had been his doing alone, yet the Xuanyuan clan had slaughtered Zixue’s entire family, and various factions had even dispatched assassins to hunt her down. This was an unmerited catastrophe, a crime of association; it was clear just how deep their fury ran.

The generous smile Xiao Yiran had worn instantly froze, and the two lackeys behind him suddenly felt rather embarrassed.

Upon hearing that Bai Furong had transferred to their academy, the fat nerd’s eyes had gone wide and fixed.

Amidst the metallic clashing of weapons, the three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators he had brought along—all at the fourth or fifth level—found their strikes effortlessly and precisely parried by Yi Xin.

For Ye Zhong and Ye Sheng, this was their first time seeing the statues of the sages. They were immediately awestruck by Ji Yu’s extraordinary aura, their hearts filled with boundless yearning.

Could it be that her constant claims of saving herself for him were a lie, and that she had actually set her heart on someone else? That after taking advantage of him, she intended to seek out another man?

He possessed a pair of exceptionally clear, light-brown eyes. At first glance, he seemed gentle, but a closer look revealed a kind of mild, detached distance.

In the story, Nuoxia suffered immensely in her attempts to be with Yang Ming, until she finally managed to escape.

With one Martial Saint and over fifty Martial Gods present from the Underworld, who exactly should be afraid of whom?

"Thank you, Aunt!" Yang Heng replied decisively. He knew he couldn't linger at the Princess’s estate forever.

Zhao Yuqin had been in a foul mood, and upon seeing Yang Shifei, she unleashed her pent-up anger on him. She rushed forward, blocking his path with a dark face, as if he owed her a fortune.

The thunder roared, and the world was shrouded in a curtain of rain that connected heaven and earth, the atmosphere heavy and stifling.

"Mu Jiaoyun, don't you love to drain men's vital energy for your cultivation? Today, I’ll let you have your fill," someone hidden in the shadows muttered.

As a man with a very vigorous temperament, Lin Yan had long since reached his limit, unable to bear the mounting tension between them any longer.

Xilin shook his head. After the other party offered a word of welcome, they said nothing more, waiting for Xilin to speak. The fleet continued to advance slowly, now only three hundred kilometers from the Imperial Coalition’s frontline.

It turned out that the aesthetic standards of the Dragon-men here differed from those of humans; they looked down on Lorian, a "human monster" without scales, but were quite taken with her pet.

He stared at Ying Hua’s face, while Lan Jia scanned Ying Yao’s bio-energy field. It functioned like a modern polygraph; by monitoring the fluctuations in the energy field, he could determine whether the speaker was lying.

Yet Ping Fan, now possessing the complete Sun Inheritance, found these space-manipulation techniques no more impressive than a parlor trick, hardly worth a smile or even a second look.

"Stop talking, I’ll get the medicine..." An Qi rushed into her bedroom in a panic. After rummaging through several cabinets, she found a medical kit. Without hesitation, she cut open Xing Yang’s clothes and began stitching his wounds.

The research and development of products like mobile phones and computers could be done step by step, but VCD players could be developed quickly to generate massive profits. This was the project Zhou Yu was most eager to secure during his trip to the United States.

Ping Fan watched intently as the black liquid transformed into a "person." It looked identical to that elder, right down to the mannerisms.

"King Kong!" Chen Haonan loosened his grip on his blade, ripped his silk Tang suit with a sharp tear, and wrapped it around King Kong’s bleeding shoulder. He gritted his teeth, but his movements were swift and steady.

One second before the impact, Ping Fan ordered a total withdrawal from the core battlefield, otherwise his men stationed within dozens of miles of the altar would be burned to nothing but ash.

"Hmph! Did you really think this nuclear magnetic mine was the same as the last one?" Seeing the enemy's countermeasures, Liu Kehong sneered.

Between the Southwest Sea King, Cyber, and the god-level warrior he was locked in battle with, there existed an irreversible and insurmountable gap of two stars in power.

The situation had implicated Yun Qian, and she felt somewhat guilty. Moreover, after such a confrontation with Mu Nuan, she feared it would take a long time to restore the image she had built in Yun Qian’s eyes.

But Er Gouzi couldn't even stand the words of that bitch; how could he possibly accept them willingly?

Tie Xiangxue realized what Yin Junfeng meant: the Yin family would never allow them to be together. Her once radiant smile vanished, replaced instantly by a look of sorrow.

"In that case, Young Master, what do you think of my proposal?" Dugu Potian asked, bracing himself.

Chu Youxi watched in adoration as the great Magic Doctor strolled past. Even though the instructions given were casual, Chu Youxi was so overwhelmed by the fact that his idol had spoken to him that he became tongue-tied.

However, the envy lasted only two seconds before tragedy struck. Lan Jian and Zhu Jian suddenly cried out and collapsed, while the bodies of Mei Jian and Ju Jian grew unsteady, leaving them to lean weakly against the wall.

In the end, reason triumphed over desire. Ji Chenxi didn't throw Qin An'an onto the bed to "vent"; instead, he carried her straight into the bathroom of the guest room.

"My affairs are none of your concern!" The purple-robed figure seemed to have touched a nerve, and Liu Chali roared in anger.

The old nurse in the cold palace was someone who had served her mother, the Imperial Consort; she had hidden there for fear that someone would try to silence her.

However, he agreed with one thing: the outward peace was merely a facade for surging undercurrents. The Immortal Sects were currently led by the four great sects, yet even they were at odds with one another, to say nothing of the lesser factions.