Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Auction House

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The State of Yan was not yet within their grasp, so they could only leverage opposing forces to achieve their ends. The secret faction Ouyang Yi had cultivated clearly did not target her first; thus, given Liu Yanran’s deep hatred, she would undoubtedly be the second target. Yan Canglan was about to speak when he noticed that Lan Rongyue's thoughts had already drifted far away.
This state of affairs did not last long before Lin Yu finally lost his forbearance and made the first move. Brimming primal energy surged endlessly from his physical body as he delivered a ferocious punch straight toward Mu Yi's chest.
Drifting in midair for a long while, Zhou Tian's consciousness grew somewhat blurred. He felt utterly exhausted, his eyelids as heavy as if weighted with lead. Finally, Zhou Tian felt as though he had fallen into icy water, choking down a few mouthfuls before losing consciousness altogether.
The delicate-looking man unfastened the hair ribbon from his head, letting his locks cascade down. Any trace of a male appearance vanished instantly, revealing a peerless beauty. This beauty was none other than Chang Qing, the sovereign of the Xiaoyang Kingdom.
They did not even have the chance to resist before Kui Yi effortlessly surpassed them. The immense disparity in strength and the realm of swordsmanship made it all too easy for Ling Yi to outclass them.
Mothim fired a purple orb of light at Scyther, the toxin concentration apparently quite high, but Scyther spun rapidly, executing a Sword Dance to deflect the Sludge Bomb away.
Up until this moment, a trace of panic flickered in Zhou Tian's eyes for the first time since the duel began. He could not fathom the reason behind this, but it was undoubtedly the work of Nangong Rou.
Pondering this, Tian Ying cast aside all further thoughts and proceeded to embrace Linlin to sleep in broad daylight.
"Very well, the matter is resolved. Though not entirely satisfactory, no major disaster has been caused. It is time for us to depart," Yang Ting said to Yan Wu and the other.
In an instant, the dark night turned into blinding day. Before the divine lightning even fell, the earth began to rumble and shake violently.
It seemed the late Emperor had departed prematurely, and His Majesty had ascended the throne during a crisis, lacking proper tutelage in the arts of emperorship. This was his own responsibility, and he should offer more admonishments in the future.
Wu Zixin was utterly crazed at this moment, her pupils brimming with resentment.
Zhang Junling was not wearing a police uniform; instead, she wore ripped jeans and a tight T-shirt, her hair casually coiled. Though she appeared languid, her heroic spirit remained unmistakable.
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Without panicking, Zhang Zhibi simply continued to lavish praise on Zhao Lie, dragging out the time further.
Wu Deqi was also deeply puzzled and hurriedly checked the surveillance footage, yet he could find nothing. He felt extremely aggrieved—what use was a dead man's brain matter? Wu Deqi had no use for such ill-omened things, nor was he foolish enough to shoot himself in the foot.
Standing before Yang Feishen's spiritual sense, she instantly eclipsed the beauties of the Pure Land, reducing them to mere common mortals in comparison.
What Zhao Yi needed was not a master, but a sense of familial warmth—something that provided him with a profound sense of security and someone he could truly depend upon.
Yet, despite such severe consequences, people still scrambled to work for the Zhao family, which sufficiently demonstrated its formidable power.
Upon arriving at the destination, he inspected the surroundings of the Herb Garden. Situated in the northwest corner of the Lingzhou Academy of Fine Arts, it was indeed quite secluded.
After instructing Zhou Heiniu on looking after the house, Lin Xirou drove a donkey cart accompanied by Zhou Heihuit, along with a roe deer and a pair of sika deer, heading toward the county town.
They gathered around the flame, shielding the light as much as possible. Once the paper burned down, they hastily stamped out the ashes so as not to leave any traces for others to notice.
Currently, aside from having pure spiritual Qi within her body and a spiritual sense superior to ordinary cultivators, Huaci's greatest asset was likely this Phoenix-Slaying Blade.
Naturally curious, the remaining four beasts followed the broken blade, swaying as they approached the outskirts of the swamp.
Hearing Ling Yun announce a break, several team members collapsed onto the ground. Seeing their state, Li Ming followed suit and lay down alongside them.
The entire household gave obedient compliance, save for Concubine Li, who curled her lip in utter disdain.
Though she had doubts, she did not hesitate, for A-Jian had instructed her that striking first was paramount.
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Coupled with the fact that the white-robed cultivator was a disciple of the Qianji Sect and excelled in mechanism crossbows, Song Hao was unable to close the distance and thus remained perpetually at a disadvantage.
PS: The second update will take a bit longer. Apologies, as my cold has not improved; it even seemed to worsen upon waking up today. Everyone, please bear with me.
The more Xie Jianjia pondered, the more sinister speculations arose in her mind, leaving her increasingly alarmed.
Seeing Ye Qingqiu drawing closer, Su Cheng unexpectedly found a bizarre thought taking root in her mind.
Faced with the other party's indifference, Su Xingwan seemed entirely unbothered. She strolled over to the bedside, leaning in slightly, a faint trace of perfume lingering around her.
Immersed in the music, very few listeners paid attention—or rather, even if they noticed, they did not react.
Many people ended up interrupting their family members with their sudden shouts, subsequently suffering friendly fire from their households.
Content: Neuer sent me a private message today, complaining about how difficult it is to learn ancient Helicar star language. I replied that I found it manageable, and I just hope he doesn't come asking me for help. Regardless, at least there's someone else in the same boat now.
Song Laifu could not help recalling the days spent traveling from village to village with Jiang Li, and his mood lifted considerably.
Hearing Li Qiuyue's reply, Jiang Li realized that her understanding of this sister-in-law had still been rather superficial.
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