Volume 1, Chapter 27: Prince Xiang Believes He Is Perfectly Suited for Xiangzhu

The Noble Consort’s father was the Duke of An, while her elder brother was the Grand General of Mighty Valor.

After the Duke and Mu Xingyuan’s father, the Grand General who Pacified the State, were killed in battle, the Mu Army was disbanded.

The rustle of clothing being put on reached Wen Shiyu’s ears. He pressed his thin lips together and shifted uncomfortably.

Zhou Quan had been given a fine name, and he was good-looking as well. His delicate features held a touch of handsomeness, while a sharp light of intelligence shone in his bright eyes. His fair, clean appearance was pleasing to behold.

Those who inspire pity must have something hateful about them. These monks were in a miserable plight now, but they had once committed every manner of evil. Among them, there were very few who had truly been wronged.

Breaking Zhu Feifei’s legs would probably not be possible for the time being. Besides, the two of them had no genuine blood feud, and he could hardly bring himself to do such a thing.

As for Sun Wukong, five hundred years ago, during his great havoc in Heaven, he had also crossed paths with Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

“I told you to let go.” She was holding Liu Le so tightly that he could not swim properly and was already sinking beneath the water.

Wujiaojiao’s blank mind suddenly recalled what Wang Zhikai had said to her earlier: “You should stay too. I’m sure nothing will happen.”

The warriors fought over these treasures, each of them ignoring the blood covering their bodies as they continued to dig inner cores from the corpses of the ferocious beasts. Whoever seized one, kept it.

The more he studied it, the more deeply he felt that the First Form of Embracing the World was vast and profound, mysterious and unfathomable.

Di Chang was startled by the sudden ferocity in Yang Zhenhua’s voice and, frightened, did not dare say another word.

Xing’er stood frozen in place. The moment she saw the green vine clutched tightly in Cheng Nuo’s hand, the color drained from her face.

“No way! What about Sister Xin? Don’t forget, your relationship with her is as good as settled.” Jin Che spoke excitedly.

Yet Xue Qingyun remained silent. A strained smile briefly touched her lips before she pushed open the door and left. Li Zhichen sat in a chair, staring at the teapot on the bed, though his eyes were no longer truly focused on it. For a long while, he said nothing.

The two Evil Sun Heavens were like twin clouds of black mist, colliding in an instant. Hissing sounds tore through the air without end. Their figures seemed illusory; as they moved, they became shapeless and shadowless, black mist spreading from their hands like a phantasmagoria.

In the martial world, Mo Xing was now regarded as a figure on the same level as the Ancestors, and no one dared look down on him. After all, Mo Xing’s reputation had been forged through genuine slaughter.

The torrential rain continued for another hour. Once it passed, the dark clouds dispersed, leaving behind another clear night.

That creature was still laughing, convinced that it could toy with everyone in the palm of its hand. It never expected Yunanzi to leap suddenly in midair and evade it. Yunanzi’s great hand seized the creature by the neck, and one finger struck its heart. Vajra force immediately burst forth, ready at any moment to shatter the creature to pieces.

An’an found it irritating, yet she could not help laughing when she saw his expression. In the end, she simply took down the cloth bundle and placed it in front of him.

Besides, even without relying on Jin Ling’s connections, Mu Liao had other ways to meet the senior figures at Greenland. After all, he had spent many years in the financial world and still possessed a few tricks for getting an audience.

“Senior Brother Mu Ai has a special constitution. Not seeing you is for your own good,” Mu Pan said softly as he passed by them.

All along the road, Elder Shen kept rambling on, issuing endless reminders and instructions. Although Shen Xing, as the next heir, did not need to manage everything personally, he still had to familiarize himself with every trade and profession. Unfortunately, his conscientious advice was invariably answered with merciless fists and kicks.

In the previous world, Wang Yuetian had once analyzed, in an underwater laboratory, a quantity of ash said to have been left behind after a vampire count spontaneously combusted. The results of the molecular analysis had left him deeply puzzled at the time. Yet after connecting them with everything he had witnessed today, he suddenly felt as though the earlier results had become clear all at once.