Volume One, Chapter 22: So It Was a Secret Crush All Along?

"My thanks, Master Ghost Doctor!" Yan Chifeng bowed respectfully, pushed open the door, and walked inside. He motioned for the men carrying Zhong Kui to follow him in, and Nanke Rui seized the brief moment to squeeze inside as well.

"Damn it!" Yan Chifeng felt a sudden urge to curse. He clenched his fists in fury, looking from Zhong Kui, who was being attacked by the silent golden light, to the now-vanished Dragon Whisker Gold. A murderous aura surged into the sky.

"Very well. Since you have asked with such sincerity, I shall show mercy and tell you," Yan Kuang said, clearing his throat to prepare for his upcoming speech.

A man of about thirty, lean and gaunt, wore a frivolous expression as he deliberately mocked and ridiculed Chen Fei.

The surrounding "Blood-Thirsty Gu Insects" clamored and made noise, staring fixedly at their soon-to-be-acquired "meal."

"I heard that my fifth brother had invited a distinguished guest, so I was curious and came to take a look, just to ensure he wasn't being deceived!" Duan Zhen said with an air of supreme arrogance.

"Fifth Grandfather!" The two paid their respects. Fifth Master Jin stroked his beard with a chuckle and handed Qian Jun a jade locket, drawing expressions of surprise from those around them.

"Also, I have taken your words to heart. If I ever decide to get married, you are not allowed to go back on your word," Wu Fen said, returning to her playful demeanor as she reached out a slender finger to tap his nose.

Yun Hao immediately activated his Crimson Gold Eyes, peering directly ahead toward the ethereal, illusory immortal palace.

Although this was not Ye Suman’s first time free-climbing such a steep cliff, it was absolutely her first time doing so without any safety equipment.

"Could it be the Peach Forest God?" The speaker was San Qing. She was only guessing, because Han Yue had told her he was the Peach Blossom God, though she hadn't asked for his name at the time.

The rain outside had been torrential, but it stopped shortly, and the sun emerged. As the sunlight shone into the cave, Da Mo felt it was a bit blinding and quickly walked out to take a look.

A few days later, soaps were officially listed for sale in every city of Huangzhou. To prevent bulk purchases for resale elsewhere, Wu Ye set a rule: each person was limited to buying one of each type of product per day.

There should be two explanations for this situation: either Mo Xuefei possessed a naturally unique constitution, or she had cultivated a special technique, making her far more complex than she appeared on the surface.

After arranging everything, Wang Yiyao was finally able to rest. She went into the courtyard to play soccer with her children.

Upon hearing mention of the government troops, everyone grew anxious. They exchanged looks and then hurriedly bid farewell to Chief Xing, each rushing to return to their own mountain stronghold.

Instead, it made the entire space sluggish. Compared to spatial sealing, such power of law was evidently much stronger. The power of time, perhaps in the eyes of many, is merely changing the flow of time.

Even Meng Ligao, who had been momentarily distracted by events on other battlefields, would have been run through the chest and killed by the sharp claws of the Blood-Winged Rakshasa had he not reacted in time.

Merchants came and went in an endless stream; the streets were filled with goods from all over, and even foreign merchandise was very common.

There were a few woodcutters active at the foot of Black Mountain Stronghold. While others lacked credibility, A-Dong and A-Nan knew every detail of the stronghold like the back of their hands.

"Based on an assessment of his social circle, income, family, vehicles, and daily routine, there is nothing unusual," Maslow finally concluded.

Over there, two boys had already run up to Lin Shuying, greeting her with great enthusiasm. However, when they saw Lin Shuying personally hand the mango rice rolls to Maslow, their gazes became even more malicious.

Regardless of who was acting sneakily, he had no reason to fear. If that person had any trump cards, they would have already jumped out to stop him. There was no need for this; those who dared only to lurk in the shadows likely posed no threat to him.

Old Wu looked at Maslow and then at the panda, as if looking at his own two sons; he was just short of giving them a thousand instructions and warnings.

This great hall was not some secret location, merely a place for entertaining guests. In the center of the hall was a long table. Gu Yuan sat at the head, with the elders on his left. At the head of the right side sat Xun'er, followed by Chu Liu, Lei Ying, Xiao Yan, and Yao Lao. The rest were arranged to rest in guest rooms.

The commander of the Southern Army furrowed his thick brows even deeper. He certainly knew Zheng Jingyun, the deputy commander of the Northern Army, but what puzzled him was why Prince Yong would allow Zheng Jingyun to carry the military tally to take away the Imperial Noble Consort.

For the past few days, both sides had been speculating about the other's intentions, waiting to see who would yield first. Mu Zisu wanted to go to the Shenxiao Sect, but Xiao Jue held her back, asking her to accompany him for a walk in Cangwu County to help her clear her mind.

Komamura Sajin looked at his old friend bound to the Sōkyoku. Knowing that in just a moment, Tōsen Kaname would be buried in this sea of flames, he could not help but feel a complex surge of emotions.

The hall was bright and gleaming. Crystal glass lamps hung from the ceiling, casting a clear, radiant light. The people sitting opposite—some holy and dignified, some ghostly and enchanting, others in exotic attire—were all exceptionally beautiful. Even Zeus, who had seen countless beauties, was struck with awe in this room under these lights.

He hadn't expected that the green-headed fly from before was actually a beauty. Upon suddenly seeing a male fly that looked exactly like her, she was delighted and came over to socialize. Who would have thought that before it could even fly close to fawn over her, the newly arrived green-headed fly opened its mouth and exhaled a massive gust of breath, blowing it out of sight.

In that instant, this iron-blooded man, whose bones were harder than alloy, could not help but feel his eyes turn red.

Even if it meant holding on until the very end, he could not let go. Yue Haige smoked three cigarettes in a row, the office thick with smoke. When Gu Haoran pushed the door open, he was choked into a fit of coughing by the haze.

Charles did not look back, a smile on his face. Divine embryos were not uncommon in the depths of the God-Demon Battlefield, and being able to exchange for ten golden-quality items was already quite satisfying.