Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Daoist Preaches, The Six-Eared Macaque

Long Ziyan cursed loudly, but the driver blocking the road did not step out of the car. Instead, they remained seated, as if they could not hear a word Long Ziyan said and could not see him at all.

The engagement ceremony proceeded on schedule. Many prominent figures from all walks of life had arrived, and the guest seating area was packed.

Could it be that, driven by desperation, they were resorting to any remedy, even a dead horse in place of a live one? Was the situation truly that dire?

"Yes... that is the gaze. That very look allows this King to feel your desperate hatred." The King of Darkness let out a chilling, cackling laugh.

Mother Xia watched Xia Minghua without speaking, her gaze lingering on him for a few seconds before she withdrew it to fix her eyes on the television screen in front of her.

"My mother is a native of the Langxing Kingdom!" Liu Ruyue could not really argue with Bai Fengjiao’s assessment; after all, his appearance was indeed... well, a bit lacking! In this world, perhaps only Bai Fengjiao was someone the current Liu Ruyue could tolerate such comments from without reservation.

People in the palace were not fools. Who didn't know that for a time before the Emperor ascended the throne, the title of his nobility had included the character "Yi"?

Feng Qing speculated that Ying Luo had indeed committed adultery and conceived a bastard, but she had not actually hanged herself; instead, that heartless man had murdered her to silence her.

Qing Mei assumed that when Hao Ning heard this, he was also worried about the health of the royal heir, fearing that if a prince were born with a defect, it would bring disgrace upon the Imperial family.

"Fool, everything is ready now; only you are missing. You will pass the trial," the Ghost Cultivator said with a faint smile.

Take, for example, the signature move of Dongfang Tian, "Dance of the Ice Sword." Regardless of the weather at the time, Dongfang Tian could make snow fall from the sky. The snow would condense into icicles to launch effective attacks, but once the assault was finished, the icicles would instantly vanish, and the weather would return to its original state.

The problem of magic was solved so easily that Dongfang Tian could hardly believe it. Gazing at the ancient "Compendium of Magic" in his hands, he could not help but feel a surge of excitement.

"I was unaware it was Lady Chenyu's birthday, and I have prepared no gift. I hope you will not take offense!" Murong Xun said coolly.

"Canine Wolf, do not blame us for being heartless. We had no choice. Now, we are all on the same side," Boss Bao said.

Generally, those who have fused two mysteries, or even none at all, are collectively referred to as Low-Level Gods.

"Seize it!" Seeing the head of Kua'er Kai'ke fly into the air, Li Feng spurred his horse forward to snatch it. The moment his hand touched the head, a sharp pain struck him; his vision went black, and he lost all senses.

She spoke with Chen Yuzhi for a while longer. Seeing that she was in low spirits, he urged her to return and rest. Madame Chen could not resist her son's nagging, so she stood up to leave. As she reached the entrance of the memorial hall, she happened to run into Shangguan Zisang, who was coming to look for Chen Yuzhi.

Her nominal brother, Zhuang Yan, had been forced to use his own death as the price to earn Gu Chao's trust, ensuring she could make her appearance safely. This was why, despite appearing to have no special skills, she had been able to remain by Gu Chao's side for years.

Seeing her lower her head in silence, Zhao Bingjian thought that although his question had been a bit intrusive, it shouldn't have been that difficult to answer, unless there were some hidden difficulties. He added, "I'm sorry! Please forgive my presumption; I had originally intended..." He had no idea that Old Master Song was not sick at all.

"Naturally, naturally." Wang Cai nodded hurriedly, glancing at Xinyi. Upon receiving a nod in response, he felt slightly relieved and withdrew his gaze.

"Say no more." After speaking, Hu Qin used a barrier to isolate a space within her body, which served to stop the bleeding. However, this could not last long. If someone could provide timely treatment, it would be fine, but where could one find a healer in the middle of this vast ocean?

"Have you been discovered?" Zhoufang Jiuyou looked at Nagato Yuki. It must be said that the gaze between two "three-no" characters, no matter how you looked at it, felt strongly familiar.

From the initial confidence and certainty, to the growing unease now, it was because the supplies were running lower and lower.

Looking out, the mountains rose and fell in endless waves. Ling Yan was overwhelmed, feeling as though every mountain looked the same. The trees on them were so diverse that Ling Yan could not even recognize some of the species.

I was not so afraid now, because I had just felt that iron pipe in Old Master Jun's bag. I had never used it, but even if I hadn't eaten pork, I had seen pigs run; I had seen Old Master Jun use it so many times. For some reason, just holding that iron pipe made me feel secure.

"Master, the person has been caught. Should we bring them over now?" a subordinate said to the man in the sable fur coat.

Mo Ruyang ignored him, walking straight into the pavilion to sit opposite the Wolf Demon. Without needing the demon to serve him, he poured himself a cup of tea.

No response. There was no response at all; the hills and plains were deathly silent. Nan Lisheng scanned her surroundings, gathering all her focus and remaining on high alert. She suddenly turned to leave, but collided with a broad chest.

Mentioning her mother, the smiling face of Baxiang suddenly hung with a trace of sorrow. She remembered that the day before she was sent into the palace, her mother had passed away from a fever. Her father had long since spent all their savings on her mother's treatment and had borrowed so much debt that he could no longer afford to raise her. By a twist of fate, she was sent into the palace.

"They are all dead." When Hu Yiyi said this, it was like a sharp, gleaming blade. Even I, standing beside her, felt that piercing sensation.