Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Fire at Drunk Spring Pavilion

The woman dressed in a light white gauze ruqun had flushed cheeks, resembling a blooming peach blossom, charming and lovely.

"I knew it, that little girl Qin still doesn't dare to face me to this day," Elder Su said with a sigh in his tone.

"Those people are of no use. Send them all to the labor crew to serve as test subjects!" the Medicine God said indifferently, without turning his head.

I will not remember your kindness, I will not remember the way you spoke, I will not remember how you held me in your arms within the darkness at this moment, the strength of your arms, and your scent—all of these things, I will not remember any of them.

"Is there any connection between the Assassin Alliance and the Hundred Flowers Sect?" Sun Jin asked in a deep voice, already realizing the severity of the problem. The Hundred Flowers Sect alone was enough to give the Sun family a headache, and now with the Assassin Alliance popping up as well, things had become even more complicated.

This was a true confrontation between powerhouses, not a brawl among ordinary people. The slightest negligence in any single move or stance could allow the enemy to seize an opening, plunging oneself into eternal damnation.

The Xiyang stones on the ground were still burning desperately, the firelight leaping continuously like dancing sprites.

The man gently nodded. Unlike yesterday when his cheeks were frightfully pale while encased in the ice layer, his face now carried a healthy flush, courtesy of the heat emitted by the Xiyang stones.

Some people began to buckle under the piercing gaze of the "Fierce Tiger" and his bloodshot eyes. They started moving their feet slowly, walking toward the direction where Lin Tao stood, and raised their right hands tremblingly. The daggers in their hands flashed with a chilling radiance that made one unable to look at them directly.

Selecting imperial concubines for His Majesty to enrich the inner palace was one of the Empress's official duties. Since the Empress had been slacking off and left the Emperor's inner palace empty for so many years, it was high time for the ministers to impeach her.

In the past, Luo Yichen had frequently brought Shang Qi to places like this. Naturally, she knew that the consumption here was not cheap. Choosing to dine here made Li Zhelong feel quite burdensome to her. Shang Qi flipped through the menu and was startled by the prices. This place was even more expensive than the restaurants she used to frequent.

Despite his doubts, Onigumo did not dwell on the matter and departed without the slightest hesitation, taking his subordinates with him.

True geniuses are often forged through bloody battles in the outside world and gained through a journey of travel and enlightenment; they can absolute never be nurtured merely within a blessed cave heaven.

Outsiders learned of this world through the souls of his companions, and then led us back to our origin, attempting an invasion. When we learned that they intended to refine the souls of countless people in our world to achieve their own greatness, we also fought to the death. Unfortunately, the disparity in strength was too vast. For reasons unknown, the outsiders did not kill us either.

"Very well, you've worked hard, Elder Du. We will take turns; I will go outside and keep watch first!" Sanbao slowly walked toward the cave entrance and then sat down not far from the mouth of the cave, feeling a faint sense of doubt in his heart.

A trace of guilt flashed in Shen Feng's eyes. Just as he wanted to go over and check on Yi Qianyu's injuries, the voice of the Divine Lord resounded in the air once again.

"Even if you go, you might not be chosen," the chubby merchant said stubbornly, yet the deep disappointment in his eyes could not be concealed.

Nalan Xue gestured for Jing Qi to take a seat inside a newly built temporary shop, and had Yannian pour him a bowl of chilled soup to beat the heat.

Meanwhile, Liu Haonan, who had just steadied his figure, wore a chilling expression. He suddenly raised his head, and his gaze—like piercing, ominous glints from the netherworld—actually caused Su Yan to feel a pang of palpitations.

"Who on earth is so lacking in tact, actually pounding on the door at a time like this? Can't they see we're in the middle of a meal? Coming here like calling souls to ruin the mood!" Qin Zhentian stood up abruptly, so irritated by the knocking that he rolled up his sleeves, looking fully ready to go out and beat someone up.