Volume 1, Chapter 68: Two days later, I shall personally welcome my eldest sister back to the estate.

A piercing scream tore through the palanquin's imperial canopy, echoing over the nearby palaces along the pathway.
The Empress, who was holding onto Nanny Chang's arm and turning back to re-enter the warm chamber, paused her lotus-like steps and glanced sideways toward the source of the sound.
Wu Wuyang allowed him to hold her, sensing his slight tremor and feeling the warm, damp breath against her neck, while a faint, delicate smile curved her thin lips.
It was not that the incantation to forge the demon of hatred and desire was insufficiently powerful; rather, Xu Wen's vital energy was vastly superior to that of a ghost cultivator. Furthermore, his external avatar excelled in close-quarters combat. Under the devastating assault of such mighty vital energy, how could the demon of hatred and desire possibly withstand it? Amidst a deafening roar, the demon was completely blasted apart by Xu Wen's single sword strike.
Golden Hair pouted and blew a kiss through the air toward Qiao Meimei. Her face flushed red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. This fellow—even though he was about to be dragged into the Ministry of State Security, he still had the mood to pull off such a stunt.
Fuyaozi was consumed by fury. Always wary of Leyue Yin, he had held back and not used his full strength. Now, finding himself unable to suppress even a Qi refiner at the dual realms of a True Person like Xu Wen, a fierce surge of violent rage suddenly erupted within Fuyaozi's heart.
Her expression appeared both novel and heart-wrenching to Ji Jingxi, making him wish he could pour the entirety of his overflowing love upon her. On the battlefield, life and death were up to the heavens; although he had casually promised that he would never get hurt, both of them knew that such guarantees were meaningless, mere words of comfort born of necessity.
"Rest assured, Sister Bai, Night Burial will be completely fine," Sasuke said, unwilling to let Bai worry about Night Burial or allow Danzo to have his way.
Golden Hair's sinful hand abruptly yanked open Qin Kejia's dress, laying bare a breathtaking expanse of spring scenery, and his hand slid inside without a moment's hesitation.
As Shi Hui was turning this over in her mind, she unexpectedly received a text message that afternoon: Minshi Farm, SOS, requesting reinforcement. The message had been sent by Shu Zixuan.
"Crack, crunch..." Cracks spread across the massive boulder, emitting sharp groans, though no one paid it any mind right now, especially since Temari was on the verge of defeat.
Zhao Liuru was left speechless. She had to admit that this matter could not entirely be blamed on Guo Cai, as the ultimate root of the problem lay within herself.
Suddenly, a set of skeletal battle armor materialized over his body—a skeletal mask, a skeletal belt, and skeletal attire—as a wave of evil aura surged over him. In that very instant, a dark, demonic flame ignited from the depths of his heart, enveloping his entire body.
Li Shengjue's vision blurred, and he seemed to see Yuxi walking toward him with a smile. Overjoyed at heart, Li Shengjue stood up, only to realize when he focused his gaze that he was actually inside a bar.
Though these thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Fan's face remained entirely unchanged, growing even more composed instead.
A sudden wave of discomfort washed over me. Although I knew I was far from meeting her standards, being humiliated like this right in front of Liu Jia made me feel quite unable to save face.
Beside such a troop stood the monk Shuhuang. Shuhuang's previous injuries had vanished without a trace, replaced by an even more formidable aura.
Upon seeing Shi Feng this time, excitement and gratitude filled both of their gazes. Yet, looking at the two of them—the manifested souls of his parents from their youth—Shi Feng's excitement was visibly tinged with a complex mix of other emotions.
As the final step was completed, Lin Fan's feet touched down upon the earth of this space, which measured less than twenty meters across. He barely had time to cast a glance around before he could make any move at all.
Too many secrets were concealed within Qin Fei. If they could bring Qin Fei under their control, it would prove immensely beneficial to them.
"Is the newcomer Zhou Chu of Yangxian? I have long heard of your great name; please step forward for a conversation." Just as Zhou Chu and Zhou Cheng exchanged puzzled looks, a child's voice suddenly rang out from within the pavilion—the voice was tender and childish, yet carried an incongruously aged and pretentious tone.