Volume One, Chapter 81: The Shop is Smashed

However, there are still magical beasts contaminated by demonic energy. In this kind of weather, most of them tend to hide away; no one knows why one happened to stray onto the railway tracks. The palace was bustling, celebrating the joyous return of the Empress, and Lord Guo had not visited the master and apprentice for over ten days. The two did not mind, content to enjoy their quiet, uneventful days.

“I’ve been short on funds lately, and business isn’t profitable right now. Give me a few days, and I’ll deliver what I owe to Chai Wang’s home myself,” Song Fatty said, glancing at the IOU in my hand.

He was completely candid about this, for anyone would react similarly upon learning such an earth-shattering piece of news.

“Yue Sihuai, you claimed Su Qingge plagiarized you—now it’s clear she didn’t, isn’t it?” Black MS kindly reminded her.

“It does look a bit familiar,” someone remarked, scrutinizing his face, which was so pale and heavily painted it was hard to see any details.

“How am I?” Jiu’er lifted her chin with arrogant pride, her beautiful eyes wide and defiant as she stared back at him.

Unless someone is captured alive, no one can trace the whereabouts of this Divine Mansion. When the Yang Spirit leaves the body, many Taoists prefer to hide their flesh within the Divine Mansion. Unless the body itself possesses supernatural abilities, nowhere is truly safe.

If it’s proven you harmed Huo Yubai and you remain unrepentant, then… a tarnished reputation is only what you deserve.

“Hopeless,” Tang Yue remarked, glancing around. They had already arrived at the Marquis of Dingguo’s estate, so she beckoned Bai Li to rise, preparing to get out of the carriage.

Liu Tianyuan wasn’t about to miss this opportunity; terrifying demonic energy surged forth, sweeping downwards.

Yang Xu grabbed the robe from the bedside and rolled out of bed. Several tranquilizer darts shot toward him; he raised a wave of spiritual power to shield himself, then conjured a black whip in his hand and lashed it, sending several people at the bedroom door flying out, along with the door itself, which exploded, scattering rubble and dust across the floor.

Yang Hao touched his nose, ignoring the jealous and envious stares around him, and the two headed straight for their rented apartment.

Wherever that poisonous mist passed, even the air itself seemed to emit wisps of black smoke, hinting at its deadly potency.

A true dragon commands the thunder of heaven and earth. This flood dragon was clever, knowing it lacked the true aura of a dragon, so it honed its sharpest weapon—a single horn—which now contained a trace of pure dragon energy.

At the meeting’s end, someone proposed special supervision for certain Voidwalkers whose sorcery was strong enough to live among mortals, but before the proposal could be explained, Wade interrupted, declaring such matters would be discussed later.

Everyone, judge for yourselves: Huo Yubai is already twenty-one, yet the Huo family refuses to seek a match for her, while the Xu family remains deeply concerned—how can that be right?

Early in the morning, Shen Mubai’s voice was hoarse as she woke. She wondered what people would think if she asked for leave, so she stubbornly pushed herself to get up.

Another earth-shattering roar erupted. Confronted by the surging sword energy, the giant beast’s eyes burned crimson; it swung its formidable arms, crushing the torrent of sword energy in an instant.

She’s leaving? Zhan Moxi frowned, the sweetness in his heart suddenly pierced by something sharp.

Never mind how exquisite and captivating his features were—even the bright red robe he wore was something ordinary people could never carry off.

She followed Leng Shuyan; the two walked in silence for what felt like five or six hours, yet still wandered at the valley floor.

A hand slid down the man’s neck, teasing circles on his shoulder blade, then caressed the perfectly sculpted muscles, slipping further inward.

Afraid of her? She was simply toying with him! He had never seen Shen Li so obedient.

Chi Qing was Nan Sheng’s personal guard, tasked with ensuring her safety. Yet even so, the wise course would be to withdraw, or hide in the shadows, not stand rigidly in the room like a wooden stake, awkwardly disrupting the atmosphere.

Bessie Busen had grown haggard overnight. He withdrew his hand, said nothing, and his figure gradually faded at the palace gates.

Only now did Immortal Bai Shui understand that Long Mo Chi’s casual conversation earlier had been a ploy to probe her, drawing closer.

You must know, Master Crane is a member of the Green Dragon Hall in Qingfeng City—a status not easily attained. How could he have been assassinated so casually? The only possibility was that he’d done something he shouldn’t, or else he’d never have died.

A disciple closely following Duan Qiuling whispered nervously, glancing around; the unknown always inspires fear.

“Brother Han, Sister Hanwei says you still owe her a meal! Isn’t that right?” Lin Ziyou laughed suddenly while browsing her phone as they ate breakfast.

Besides, no one knows when the basketball game will begin; it seems a bit early to worry about it now.

“What is it? Sister, why not explain clearly in public, so no one can slander your name?” Princess Ji hosted the gathering, her manner somewhat arrogant as she spoke.

The Duke of England? The hero who led the front-line troops to rout the Tartars? Mrs. Zhou and the Zhou family exchanged glances, as if they’d heard the most ridiculous joke.

The necklace looks almost identical to the one auctioned at the charity gala; at first glance, the differences are barely noticeable.

The five who were kicked away crashed into the car one after another, then fell to the ground in succession. None had caught their breath yet, their faces as purple as eggplants.

The Crown Princess naturally knew where the Crown Prince’s fear came from, and a trace of disgust crossed her face as she snorted softly and looked away.

Ancestor Swallowing Heaven intended for Luo Qianqiu to become the material for cultivating super-divine techniques, which is why he gave him the Purgatory Burning Saint Physique. Luo Qianqiu, ruthless himself, had another idea: mastering various divine bodies, perfecting the divine skill, and eventually turning the tables to kill Ancestor Swallowing Heaven and become master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect.

The glutton said from behind, “Qiongqi, let me hit him once to vent my anger—don’t kill him too quickly.”

But Feng Shichang wasn’t about to miss such a good opportunity; he immediately followed Lin Chen, and the two began their battle in the dense forest.

Now, however, Tanaka Suimeng held Haishi’s fate in his hands. If the police intercepted them again, Haishi’s life would be in jeopardy.

Ahead was an ice mountain—a peak over a thousand meters high, formed entirely of frozen ice, without a single stone, plant, or flower. It was a white mountain radiating a chill in the air.