Volume One, Chapter 82: Du Wenchang

This was clearly an unexplainable matter, much like her resurrection and the emergence of the space and emerald vines. Chen Dazhi, unaware, did not realize that in that brief instant, the elder had already filled in the entire sequence of events in his mind.

"Feng'er, come here and pay your respects to Master Ziyun!" Mu Qi took a step back, pulling the reserved Duanmu Feng forward from behind.

Yet, everyone in the room focused their attention on Ye Feng and his companions. They were deeply curious—why was Master Xiao, head of the family, so deferential to this young man?

He was so calm, so composed, as if he hadn't just broken the arms of the two guards blocking his way, or snatched the weapons from over a dozen people in the blink of an eye, casually tossing them so they were all pinned to the vermilion palace wall.

A web of five or six crossroads appeared before Chen Sinan, and he was immediately at a loss.

Of course, Long Qingge and Long Yangfan followed as well. Though neither wished to face Su Fan, they could not defy Long Jingtao's command and had no choice but to go with the others to the Holy City.

Why couldn't she realize how good he was to her, how many times he'd risked life and limb for her, even enduring danger to ease her pain from the poison—he would follow her anywhere, so how could he bear to hurt her or drive her away?

Su Jinling, surrounded by the rustle of skirts, realized that her heartfelt words would inevitably arouse suspicion. Suddenly she regretted it, thinking it might have been better to ask for something outright. In this palace, it was impossible to remain both genuine and innocent, for others always looked with tinted eyes.

For a time, many companies began contacting Meihua Entertainment, seeking to make Lu Haixing the spokesperson for their products.

Rong An watched her, his expression calm but his heart jubilant. At last, her hours of talk had not been in vain. At last, her near-risk to her reputation had paid off. At last, she had truly secured something worthwhile.

"No, no," Gu Shengge stammered, downing the wine in her hand. She thought, she mustn't let Ying Lei know she'd used that cup—otherwise, with his skills and the days they'd spent together, she'd discovered his severe obsession with cleanliness; he would surely cripple her.

After chatting idly with Night Sun, Southern Hu's impression of him changed—he was no longer merely an arrogant, irksome fellow.

Yet these things were far beyond Zhou Wu's reach. Even the so-called guide, a cultivator at the Transforming Spirit stage, was beyond Zhou Wu's ability to handle. Now was not the time for ambition; he could only keep his distance from that place.

"Thank you, thank you all!" Jian Yao truly hadn't expected to pass—though it was just the first round of selection, making it through was already an affirmation.

He Yan knew she had regained her memories. His investment in the East had not been in vain; he hadn’t been disappointed.

The voice of Yan Du passed through to Qiu Han's mind, but at that moment Qiu Han raised his head to meet the gaze of the thunder tribulation's phantom looming above them.

These boys probably sensed it, but they were all caught up in the joy of their first hunt and didn't dwell on it.

"I'm only telling the truth," Lin Yuechen protested, feeling innocent. These days, even saying the truth gets you doubted.

When everyone began to take things seriously, what was once absurd and laughable now became solemn and dignified.

But with Muye's current strength, the only one who could nearly kill him would be Saitama the Bald.

While the spectators in the arena's viewing space were abuzz with discussion, the reigning champion of Mu Su's stage could no longer keep silent.

He didn't reveal the real reason for his words, which was to swap out their eaten pieces and switch the props.

If every conversation escalated into an argument like this, continuing would surely take a toll on the body.

Even if one didn't need rest, one still needed time to settle. Their current state was ideal—a slower pace benefitted their body, family, and studies.

After clearing the Kobold dungeon for the first time, Muye obtained a massive chunk of kobold gold, which, once converted to Ke'er, made him rich overnight.

No one truly understood the secrets this bloodline held, nor why it failed to be passed down.

He was no stranger to missions that blockaded a fleet; he could guarantee absolute success.

Light cavalry circled the sides of the valley, while heavy cavalry remained unseen, likely hidden behind the hills with other reserves, ready to attack or support at a moment's notice.

This trick worked well for her—since she didn't know how to reply to Xu Duan's message, she simply decided not to reply at all.

Foreigners tend to be robust, mainly due to their high intake of meat, eggs, and dairy. Now that the guesthouse had the means, they naturally had to provide ample nutrition for their own people.

In an instant, pain surged through his entire body, as if tens of thousands of venomous insects were gnawing at him.

At this moment, his long legs sprawled openly, his arms propped against the car window, his upper body lounging against the seat, his eyes fixed outside.

Qiao Yuanfei wanted to scold him, but her hands were still held by Zhao Yuan, so she simply kept chewing the piece of meat.

They saw a white shadow fly across the sky, landing where the mysterious guest had stood—only the guest had already flown away and vanished.

Xu Yang knew well how formidable Elder Huang was. He fed him the "cancer medicine" without hesitation, sure it would cure him.

Damn, he really was a strategist who took unconventional paths. If this move was used well, it could potentially seize all the cities surrounding Nanyang.

Gwen was stunned. She couldn't understand why the spider silk that had pinned her down was subdued in momentum simply because it was aggressive.

Lu Shanshan was fed up. If she admitted to their relationship, Leng Xiao would never forgive her, but if she denied it, it would mean the purse wasn't hers.

Li Qinghan gently closed her eyes, quietly conserving her strength. She didn't want to give up, but the dead silence and grayness of the Illusory Forest seemed to offer her no hope.

The woman in green turned her head, giving Ma Xiaoqian a slight smile. From her satisfied expression, it looked as if she had completed some ritual.