Volume 1, Chapter 27: Truly a Demon

She stopped wielding the blade, struggling instead to reach into her sleeve for a smoke bomb, hoping to alert Ye Jin in advance. Two wild rabbits and one pheasant, looking plump and succulent, promised a hearty feast upon their return.

"You scoundrel! What did you say? Say it again! Where am I heavy? I don't want you to carry me!" Hearing Jiang Chen’s dismissive remark, Liyin exploded in rage, lunging at him as if to choke the life out of him.

Liu Ying felt a surge of anxiety. The Empress Dowager was cunning, and the Prince always lost his composure when facing her. She prayed silently that everything would go smoothly.

Yet, every foot he retreated, Huang Linlin advanced. Every meter he stepped back, she matched him pace for pace. Chu Yu’an, however, refused to grant them any path of retreat, sealing off their escape route and forcing them to fight to the death.

Though he had little contact with Qi Wulei, he could sense the man’s character. Having served as one of the three most powerful ministers for years, Qi Wulei had remained untainted, driven solely by a hope for imperial reform.

Everyone held the City Lord in high esteem. Now that tragedy had struck, the townspeople gathered spontaneously outside the manor gates, many even bringing medicinal herbs in hopes of good news.

The cabin had just been built and was not yet stable; more importantly, the windows were wide open, and the shutters had not yet been installed.

"There’s no way to get the order. The factory has been contracted out, and you know the father of the contractor—Liu Fuwang. That old dog is impossible to deal with," Xu Zhiqiang explained helplessly.

"The artifact is destroyed, so why did she faint? And what about that man named Qin?" Master Yuan San was deeply moved to learn that Chen Jifan had ended up in this state protecting her, and he resolved to repay her well.

Fisher spoke as he killed nearly thirty more; the blood and corpses covering the ground only served to whip his emotions into a higher frenzy.

"Master—" Hu Qingqing cried out, the Roc’s feathers in her hand slicing into her own neck, letting blood flow freely.

"No—" Liu Yan laughed slyly. He knew exactly what Elder Zhang was thinking and couldn't help but feel a bit mischievous.

The dozen men in black sent by the Moon Clan this time were carefully selected and formidable. Fortunately, Gong Xifeng and Gong Mingyu were there to hold the line.

"Why has the topic shifted as soon as everyone arrived? How did it become a discussion about how much money is enough?" Wang Kun sat on the sofa. Everyone had returned to their initial office mode, gathered in a large room. It made conversation easier.

Liu Yan’s goal in this trip was not to take Xie Quanyou’s wretched life, but merely to intimidate him; after all, the man might prove to be a useful pawn in the future.

Tang Qi wanted to take her to her workplace, but she insisted it wasn't necessary and that she would just take a taxi.

Nor would the changing modern environment, the shifting potency of herbs, or the evolution of human physiology prevent the medicine from curing the ailment.

"I’ve exhausted my energy and am resting inside Gousheng’s body. I need some quiet time and won't be coming out for a while." Elilian’s voice suddenly emanated from Gousheng, giving Master Yuan San quite a fright.

The door was pushed open from the outside. Lu Qingyi looked up at the sound and, seeing her mother, hurriedly set down her embroidery and walked over.

"What is your opinion, Xiahou Wei? Should we ask the team members what they think?" Lei asked, turning to Xiahou Wei after Takeda Tadano agreed.

The two made their way to the Ju County prison, squatting in the dry grass across the street, blowing warmth into their frozen hands.

The Heaven-Destroying Sword seemed unsatisfied; rather than firing beams of light, it used its own blade to draw blood from Hua Wuhua.

She shifted her body. Although the movement sent jolts of agony through her bones, she managed to pull away from his feet and sit on the ground.

"The dormitory building is ready for use. The interior equipment was fully installed a few days ago, but electricity is an issue. The construction load is too high, so we can only use indoor power after ten o'clock at night," Park Sang-ji said, nodding to Lei.

If it could truly be achieved, it would be ideal for both the Yanzhou and Shu armies. Yet the conflict between Xie Wuji and Wei Yue stemmed from the fear that Sha Mowen would never relinquish military command without a fight to the finish.

"Boss, we’ve acquired the shares of everyone who was eager to jump ship and forced them out of the company," a voice that sounded like Dongfeng reported.

The mask was finally lifted slowly. A cold wind blew, tossing his long white hair into a wild dance.

The thunder surrounding Wanyan Yin was stimulated by a sudden pillar of golden light, drawing in the black energy that had been dispersed.

"Poisoned?" He knew he was injured—there wasn't an inch of his body that hadn't been battered over the past two years—but where could poisoning have come from?

He wondered if the intelligence he had received was false, or if there was something he didn't know.

Seeing her so calm, with no hint of reluctance, Yan Mojue felt both amused and irritated. He cupped Jiang Wan’s face in his large hand and pecked her lips as a form of punishment.

Gu Qianqian nodded, pulling the Cold Spirit Sword from her waist. The belt instantly transformed into a red whip in her hand. Since this Princess Pingxiang wanted to use a whip to strike at foxes and Ling Feng, she would use hers to lash the woman’s face.