Are you jealous?

She yawned, and after a while, sensing no movement around her, she finally allowed herself to fall asleep peacefully.

She greeted the aunt next door, asking her to watch the stall for a moment, then hurried back.

The moment the man appeared, she immediately sensed something unusual about him—she even knew he was the young master of the Fu family.

Thinking of this, the coldness between her brows softened slightly. Just as she was about to get up to greet Luo Nansheng, the tightly closed door was suddenly pulled open from the outside, revealing Luo Nansheng’s irresistibly captivating face.

Shui Yiren was quietly pleased with herself for having snagged a free weapon in battle! But what she hadn’t anticipated was that some troubles, once attached, are impossible to shake off—especially those inexplicable ones.

Recalling these memories, a crushing sorrow swelled within her heart, nearly bursting her chest, yet her heart continued to beat erratically. Her face was etched with agony; harboring deep-seated hatred, she silently vowed, “Ji Lang, I will kill Chu Tiankuo and avenge you.”

Ignoring everything else, Qiao Ran hastily grasped the bottom of the cup and, in that posture, could no longer hold back, drinking deeply as if she were a parched traveler.

Even Lushan County had sent forces down to clear the bandits before, but their mountain stronghold was fiercely powerful and generous with bribes; after so many years, they still hadn’t been subdued.

With a bang, Long Jiu’er felt a sudden, sharp pain strike her back as Mo Fan pressed her against the wall.

Shui Yiren was puzzled, but what happened next made her feel as if she had swallowed molten gold—her chest tightened, and a surge of malevolent fury arose.

The gentle words ceased; with a wave of her hand, she struck the chubby child’s face across the void. Although not a strong blow, it left five bright red finger marks on the child’s cheek.

“I’m going to sleep now, you can leave first.” Mei Wan waved her hand, her arm still aching slightly.

Alas, her gaze could not ignite into flames, so she could not pierce through that silhouette, let alone awaken him.

Muttering to herself, a shadow suddenly flickered before her eyes, followed by a blast of icy wind, as if a glacier were pressing down upon her.

—

Dajin cursed loudly, “This guy deceives his own brothers and even cheats me, Master Jin. Serves him right if he gets buried...” Saying that, he tossed all the fake gold away in a heap.

Bai Siyan, overwhelmed by their bickering, raised her hand to cut them off, then turned to Sima Qingning and asked a question.

When did Old Du ever speak to her so harshly, almost interrogating?

For a moment, the carriage fell into an unnatural silence, the atmosphere freezing like ice. Dongfang Yi said nothing and merely drove on.

Clearly fond of living in such a place, yet being confined to a haphazardly built courtyard—wasn’t that suffocating?

In the ruins of the Black City, boundless black mist drifted about, within which countless paper-cut figures darted, moved, and fluttered like terrifying shadows filling the sky.

“All right, all right.” Liu Junjun immediately grabbed Qin Dao’s arm and dragged him away.

“Strangely enough, the wound hurt at first when touched, but after a while, it stopped hurting. Now it feels like there’s no pain at all,” Hong Xiu said happily.

“I am Yang Fan, the newly appointed master of the Six Fortune Cave from Xiaotian Peak, here to report and present the list of reorganized cave houses to the master. Please help me notify him,” said Yang Fan. The true form of Xiaotian Peak’s Xiangyue is a large yellow dog—a spirit beast that has achieved cultivation—so most inhabitants of Xiaotian Peak are from the canine clan.

When Luo Kangan recognized the guest Bai Linglong brought, he was dumbfounded, his heart racing. He quickly turned to face the wall, hoping Julie hadn’t recognized him, his mood silently filled with grief and frustration: Why am I so unlucky?

It turned out there was a reason his Gate of Hell could perfectly replicate any soul.

Liu Cheng followed behind him to a downward cave, feeling the place was dim and somewhat stuffy, prompting him to loosen his clothes unconsciously.

Compared to Gu Yunxi, Tang Jin was still a bit lacking; she was better suited to a more ordinary life. Because of Gu Bingyan’s influence, Gu Yunxi didn’t dare get too close to Tang Jin, especially avoiding revealing too much about their relationship.

It could be said that as long as the Golden Revered found a suitable body now to reincarnate into, they would be a cultivation prodigy from birth.

—

Seeing the system’s expression, caught between wanting to speak and falling silent, speechless for a moment, she fell into quiet contemplation.

Afterward, she confirmed with Huang Pu Yiheng that tomorrow they would visit the Lingxiao Treasure Tower to check the items needing escort, then proceed to the Royal Martial Arena to complete certification, and also go to the Soul Hall for soul power testing—to see if there was a chance to become a soul cultivator.

On the roofs of the first and second cars were the thickly armored hunters of the Datuo team. Their ease was more like excitement and joy at the impending accomplishment of their goal. Yet their joy wasn’t from merely reaching the destination and completing the mission.

Finally, the elder with the mustache pondered deeply but didn’t return the map to Qingxiu. Qingxiu didn’t insist because she knew that even with this map, neither she nor Young Master Tang could possibly infiltrate the emperor’s inner palace relying solely on their abilities.

Liushuangshuang was already frightened but recalled Luo Ke’er’s comforting words and felt compelled to speak.

Long Batian shouted loudly, clenching his fists tightly. The Tianlong Martial Hall being attacked was a slap in his face—truly intolerable.

Dou Zhan smiled softly, his voice full of calm. Competing with him over wealth was doomed to failure. Whatever his opponent bet, he would dare to bet even more.

However, after unleashing the “Sword Summoning Heavenly Thunder Technique,” she was already spent, nearly exhausting all her spiritual energy.

On the way home, Zhang Miao kept comforting herself. Although the lottery result was as disappointing as ever, it was still better than exchanging it for ordinary ninja shards.

“Ya Zhuoyan” hurriedly made a move; the gourd floated silently on the lake surface, and they happened to stop right before its mouth.

Between the lines was a deep concern for Comrade Daluan, especially the phrase “Feelings run long but words fall short, yet I kiss you a thousand times,” which tormented countless lonely souls.