Volume 1, Chapter 67: Out of One's Own Pocket

Xiaomei was daydreaming about the day she would become the mistress of the Marquis Xiahou Estate.

The master would dismiss all the concubines in the household for her sake and cast aside Lady Jiang.

By then, she would make Lady Jiang pay back a hundredfold for the mistreatment she had suffered!

She would have Shen Qi'er pour her tea, fetch water, massage her shoulders, beat her back, and run errands for her.

Lost in these thoughts, she could not help laughing out loud. "Hahaha, the life of a mistress is truly joyous!"

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Cough! Cough, cough!" Feng Zhongxin coughed repeatedly, trying to spit out the Soul-Training Crystal. But once a poison entered one's belly, how could it possibly be vomited out? If it could be expelled by a few coughs, then the legendary Soul-Training Crystal celebrated in the Canon of Gods would be no different from ordinary goods.

"Attack!" Seeing that the estate guards were mostly down, Emmanuel ordered the dozen Shangyuan experts to step forward and intercept Heath and the others.

A head of dazzling silver hair, a suit of pristine white feathery robes, and an exquisitely peerless face blooming with a breathtaking smile left Xing Chu momentarily dazed, while making Xueqing even happier.

Beside him stood another man clad in black armor. All the heavenly lightning bolts striking him were safely conducted into the ground, enveloping his entire body in arcs of electricity.

Mo Mo walked the entire way with a heavy mind, still unsure of how to assume office at the Hall of Remembrance. When he raised his head, the grand gates of the Hall of Remembrance were already right before his eyes.

Zhao Xiuqi had tried numerous methods, yet none could completely eradicate the poison. Seeing that his time was running out, he had no choice but to seek out Huayue.

"Your Majesty, they are coming." Inside the Huayue Hall of the Azure Dragon Palace, the man dressed in crimson robes entered to report.

He had personally experienced the razor-sharp deadliness of the Snaketooth's fangs. Piercing metal and shattering stone was child's play for them, not to mention the lethal venom that meant certain death upon the slightest touch.

A formidable surge of earth elemental energy erupted from the masked man's fist, shattering the ground and revealing a massive crater.

Unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain. With a loud explosion, the golden arrow pierced straight through the shield without a moment's hesitation, its terrifying arrow-light directly penetrating him.

The sudden disappearance of the immense pressure was bound to cause spatial tremors, and might even trigger the collapse of this independent void deep underground. Whether the residual primordial spirit of the Nine-Tailed Fox could be preserved then became a huge question mark.

When all is said and done, opera acting is after all an occupation that relies on the founding masters granting you your rice bowl. If the master only grants you half a bowl, no matter how hard you try, you can at most scrape together an extra spoonful or two for yourself, but turning that half bowl into a full one is utterly impossible.

Every time, Li Feng raised his bid by one thousand, while Number Two always bid one hundred more than Li Feng.

In the sky, another massive figure emerged from the clouds, its pair of blood-red eyes gazing down condescendingly at everyone.

Li Xu suddenly discovered that the exquisite miniature pagoda he had picked up on the mountain peak seemed to be missing something.

Yet, what was lost was lost. No matter how much pain you felt, no matter how profound your regret, it was impossible to regain what had been lost... Of course, reincarnation was the exception.

He grabbed Li Zhen and shoved him toward the wall, his right hand groping blindly for a household object, and without even looking, smashed it down onto Li Zhen's head.

Witnessing this miraculous sight, Abu was also shaken. Everything destroyed in the previous battle had been restored to its original state, except for the Lost Temple, whose mark had already merged into Kratos's divine spark, vanishing completely from Paradise Lost.

During puberty, one is always plagued by all sorts of chaotic emotions. Yet a student's primary task remains studying.

Bald-headed, sporting a handlebar mustache, and endowed with a physique bulging like a puffed-up steamed bun, this burly man idling in the corner was undoubtedly Shiyi's target—Taragaman.

Considering that Ados had relatively weak innate talent in physical foundations and Armament Haki, Karan allowed him to focus on developing Observation Haki.

Once you got to know him well, you realized this guy was both a drama queen and a gossip, as well as an old lecher. Yet at times, he was also heartwarming and fiercely loyal.