Volume 1, Chapter 27: A Minor Improvement

Meanwhile, his mind raced: Could his father have found out about his nights spent drinking and carousing at Yichun Garden? Or had word leaked out about the secret residence Liu Kanzhi was helping him maintain for his mistress?

Ling'er was quite surprised, though she could guess this was a defensive measure taken by the Yixing Sect to protect Brother Yang. She was merely curious as to who the person was who had impersonated Brother Yang and brazenly stormed the capital branch of the Hundred Poisons Cult.

Poor Ning Dahai, already advanced in age and having suffered a series of blows, was knocked unconscious by that single slap.

It still looked quite high; after all, a single round with three heads added up to over a hundred points.

"However, it is clear that someone within the imperial palace believes in this evil art. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that all those abducted are boys?" Zhang You knew Ye Xiangbei was not targeting him, so he did not take offense.

He felt a chill run down his spine. This Li Qingshan was truly formidable; the entire crematorium relied mostly on dried corpses as laborers, even tasking them with cooking.

Those flying swords were no ordinary weapons, but were crafted from millennial ice. Once they pierced the body of the General who Rolls up the Curtain, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not pull them out. It took a full day and night for them to melt into water and leave his body.

The smile on Shen Wei’s face as she ran away grew wider and wider. Haha, hahahaha! The foolish look on the eldest Young Master Xu’s face after her surprise attack had greatly amused her.

This was the only submarine with any power left, running on fuel siphoned from the other eight. They prepared to board this vessel for their departure.

He finally understood: Han Xin had intentionally misled him, goading him into drawing Yang Jing’s card, when in reality, the cards in Han Xin’s own hand were the superior ones.

It was just like with me and Luo Ange; meeting in the vast sea of humanity was already a tremendous blessing from heaven. If we were ever to drift apart, it would still be better to have truly loved once than to have never known each other at all.

Tie Rou stood upon the city wall, frozen into a snowman. At this moment, there were so many delicious treats waiting at home. She swallowed her saliva and continued to ponder why she wasn't at home, but instead standing here in the cold wind accompanying someone else.

She had disliked Xiao Zitian, but she did not hate her. She had no reason to hate her; after all, Mu Yingchen had always treated her like his own younger sister.

"You all go ahead. I’m going to find my brother, pack up, and head to Luoyang," Tian Jiaojiao advised.

I couldn't even begin to imagine: if Xia Qi were to get up to something else with Jiang Chenghuan, would He Junxi kill someone?

Bai Tanhua drove a Land Rover all the way to the main gate of the Grand View Garden before stopping.

Tang Chuanxiu was clearly furious. Even though Mang Kang was already dead, this brother of mine still insisted that the man who loved me most in the world was Mang Kang, not Luo Ange.

He gritted his teeth. Next time he sent a gift, he would stand tall and refuse it. Was a gift something that could be forced upon someone just because it was an order?

Mu Yingchen, if you continue to act this way, sooner or later, you will end up like me, left with nothing but regret.

Zhou Hua, waiting at the entrance of the emergency room, saw that Cao Shan’s lips had turned white. He nodded quickly, deciding not to make him enter the examination room, thinking it better for him to rest first.

Naturally, for any visitor to Shizhou, the wine capital of Xinghua Village was not to be missed. So, as soon as he got off the train, Li Xiuyuan headed straight for Xinghua Village.

The entire Mount Shu was bustling with activity. Fortunately, the mountain gate had been properly arranged a month ago.

Every word from Li Zheju carried immense temptation. He frequently extended olive branches to Ye Zhongsheng, painting one blueprint after another. He was truly an expert among experts in the business world—one could say he was born with a knack for business, leaving people feeling as though they were the ones coming out on top.

During the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, his uncle, the Eight Virtuous King Zhao Defang, possessed a golden mace bestowed by the late emperor, capable of punishing even a foolish monarch or a treacherous official. Zhao Defang was a relatively enlightened prince, so there was no one in the court or the countryside who did not fear him to some degree.

The depth of the pit was unknown, and it was filled with pervasive yin energy. Zhao Yan looked downward, seeing only a deep, shadowy expanse of gloom.

The crowd broke into an uproar. Why scatter only one bag, and why land so far off-target? What use could that possibly be? But as the helicopter began to move, the crowd understood their intent.

It was a funeral held in secret, without an official announcement. Many people appeared, hurried in their manner, yet stubborn in their presence. Li Xiuyuan could see clearly that some of them were faces he seemed to have seen on television.

He was now at the mercy of others, his meridians shattered. Even if he made it out, he would be little more than a cripple. He never expected that a mere whim would lead to his death in such a godforsaken place.

It was only that they hadn't fully revealed their strength earlier, waiting for those who might try to ambush them. Now that the beasts had appeared, it was the perfect time to use them.

The morning sunlight was lovely, and the air atop the Tianding Sect was incredibly fresh. Lin Yu took a deep breath and immediately felt refreshed; the morning spiritual energy was indeed at its peak.

Lei Yang was stunned. A reward? He realized immediately that since Lin Yu and Feng Ziling were both unharmed, they had successfully neutralized the threat to Jiangcheng and completed their mission. The Tianding Sect had no reason not to reward them.

He knew her habits too well. On weekends, unless it was a matter of life and death at work, she would never wake up early, always sleeping until noon. Yet, today, she had broken her tradition and risen at six to cook him longevity noodles. He had no resistance to her at the best of times; how could he withstand such heartfelt devotion?

She loved Shanting, so she didn't want to leave, but A'ci used her status to force her away. Setting aside whether it was for her own good, if A'ci wouldn't consider things from her perspective, why should she be expected to think for her?

Zhao Xing’s expression shifted, but he dared not retort. Behind him stood Xuan Ye, the strongest of this generation of young disciples in the Demonic Sect. Sacrificing his life for a Lin Yu was clearly not worth it.

Old Mother Cat muttered madly to herself. Her body was already covered in wounds from Liansheng’s Five-Element Yin Thunder. Liansheng channeled his internal energy into his feet, and as he stepped on her head, he sealed her supernatural powers, making it impossible for her to transform and escape.

"Fellow Daoist Lian, I have repaid the favor I owed you last time. I am nothing but a willow catkin drifting on the river, following the currents. I think it is best we part ways here!" Jiang Zicheng stepped onto his silver light sword, his hair flying, and soared into the sky, vanishing in an instant as if he had never been there at all.