Volume 1, Chapter 51: Fu Zhinxun, Oh No

Mingshu woke up abruptly from a nightmare.
Her heart hammered wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
Muxi rubbed her eyes sleepily and asked, "What's wrong?"
Clutching her chest and staring blankly for a moment, Mingshu suddenly leaped out of bed and snatched up her clothes, scrambling into them. "Something's wrong. Something bad has definitely happened."

Suddenly, Li Feng's clone plummeted downwards as if completely out of control. Li Feng tried his utmost, driving his wind elemental energy to the absolute limit, but the downward momentum did not ease up even a fraction.

What particularly startled the middle-aged police officer was the realization—whether intentional or not—that the spot where Su You used his projectile was none other than the thigh. While painful, an injury there would not pose a major threat to vital internal organs.

After an unknown length of time, the tornado dissipated. Looking around, he saw that all the flowers, grass, and trees had been torn to shreds, and the Five-Color Lingqian had also vanished without a trace.

When the raggedly dressed commoner withdrew, the room instantly fell silent, save for the crackling of the burning oil lamp.

He finally understood the true meaning of the ancient saying that a single bout of drunkenness can dissolve a thousand sorrows. Slowly, Li Ming grew numb, neither thinking nor doing anything at all.

The chubby Yellow Page Ghost was indulging in wild fantasies about how much money he would make today, only to be subdued in an instant by Li Feng's Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Su You shook his head, knowing this was no time to dwell on the matter. Opening his eyes, he wanted to take a good look at what the crystal in his hand actually resembled.

He had always been someone who could not let go of unanswered questions. Having just regained consciousness from a faint, he was currently full of annoyance and a mind swimming with doubts.

When Li Ming used the Eye of the World to observe the young man, he spotted a spiritual medicine seed inside the box. Li Ming had discovered a pattern: all spiritual medicine seed kernels were pitch black.

Chen Lan also showed little interest in the position of heir. What she had actually desired all along was simply social stability within the Golden Gate Base and good health for Chen Chaoxi. Her ruthless methods were primarily driven by the fact that, aside from her, there was simply no one else in the current Chen family capable of taking on major responsibilities.

"Hh, as if I didn't know you have nothing left besides these few belongings! Better find someone soon!" The landlord was quite impolite to Cheng Shui.

Qin Lie frowned, though he did not feel particularly disappointed. At the very least, what this person had said was more reliable than the Artifact Sect.

From then on, he was no longer a member of the Time Team, nor could he ever set foot in the professional gaming circle again.

Granny Mu's hands trembled continuously, never stopping, while tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

The head of the Sun family wore an extremely gloomy expression. He knew that the Supervisory Bureau's actions had not touched upon the bottom line of the Four Great Clans; in fact, as the head of a noble family, he would even choose to support such measures, since they could purge the Sorcery Sect, which many feared and found deeply troublesome.

Boast about Ruier's achievements? It was true he had spent a few more years studying under the Emperor than his other brothers, but those were not empty accolades—his true accomplishments lay in Nanling.

Long Luo was both deeply embarrassed and furious. She had not expected Wang Yao's drug to be so terrifying that it could completely bypass her protective treasures.

Chu Yan was dressed in simple casual wear—plain off-white and of a basic design—yet worn on him, it looked impossibly aristocratic and precious.

After the interview, the reporter wanted to take a few photos of Luoyan sketching as promotional material, and Luoyan cooperated. However, while she worked, Ivan skillfully sat down right beside her to draw storyboards.

He felt a sense of shame, but an even greater rage; he was utterly unwilling to accept defeat, refusing to believe that he had truly been beaten by his opponent.

After the Dragon Turtle was hurled out, its form continuously expanded. The Nine-Headed Snake Demon glanced at the Dragon Turtle, shivered involuntarily, and backed away more than ten meters. Staring at the creature with eyes full of vigilance, all nine of its heads readied themselves for an attack.