Chapter 24

To escape the suffocating intensity of the bonds forged by the Old Madam and Sanniang—a pressure Li Tianyang found unbearable—he had made them countless promises.

"Let me see you off here. If I were to return home first, wouldn't that be a breach of etiquette?" Eight-Niang winked and smiled.

Liu Shouguang watched the scene from the side, feeling immense satisfaction; he had finally rewarded his two benefactors in such a fitting manner.

It was precisely because of his awareness of his own failing health that Li De had come to Keelung Town. Beyond attending the funeral and observing mourning rites, he was also preparing to appoint a successor to his life's work.

Chen Sinan frowned. Hadn't the famous sword sent him to the Underworld? Why, then, did this place look exactly like a bandit's den?

Wang Xiao was taken aback. The image of Hong Laosan seemed to manifest before his eyes, and the cold sneer at the corner of that mouth sent a shiver of dread through him. He gazed somberly at the figure of Old Hong and nodded.

Seeing this, Liu Ruxi was equally stunned; he never expected his techniques to be neutralized so easily by this Underworld Mantis.

The Second Prince, Xiahou Yong, and their party parted ways with the silver transport team, heading toward the Fire Rock Valley in the northwest to continue their journey.

"Hypocrite!" This was Shen Haoxuan's first impression of Lan Fang, and his heart was filled with contempt.

Although Wu Jie and his men took no military action last night, they still gained much from sitting in their camp. The Qing army camp fell into chaos, and hundreds of Qing Han soldiers, having lost their wits and fleeing blindly in every direction, ran straight into the Hongmen defense line.

At this moment, for some reason, he thought of the figure who had fought the Ghost Ghoul outside the tribe that night. If that person were here, would the outcome have been different?

They speculated on the future of Ruji for Dong Ruyi, weaving in talk of how much she would lose if she refused to cooperate with them, as if they were truly acting in her best interest.

They not only followed them the entire way but also sent word to the Princess of Qing, as the state of the Prince of Qing was truly worrying.

Shen Shaoguang led three soldiers on this operation alongside Li Ye, handling all communication and coordination.

Every dish was sliced by Zhao Shen into perfectly uniform dimensions, as if measured with a ruler; the slices were thin as cicada wings, with every texture clearly visible.

Even the inconspicuous Mingkong and his companions struck at this moment. The Reaper Mingkong suddenly flung the Scythe of Death in his hand, which transformed into a grey wheel of light and slashed horizontally at Xiao Nai, the very space seemingly torn asunder by the blade.

"You are not a player from Lingyun City; you are from Jiuyao City?" The Grand Wealth God looked at the other with a hint of suspicion.

The content Dong Shijie wrote was lighthearted, merely describing the people they had met and the delicacies they had tasted.

This dark light offered immense defense, capable of repelling both physical and energy-based attacks. It could be said that as long as its dark energy remained, it feared no assault.

Blood Sword and Young Master Blood Robe stared fixedly at the dust-covered ground, their eyes filled with tension. Ding Bu'er was their last ray of hope; they did not want to see this newly ignited hope extinguished so ruthlessly.

For centuries, he had tried many methods but had never found even a trace of Ah Li's soul. If it still existed and could not be found, it must have been imprisoned. There was only one method left to try now; if Ah Li's soul still lingered, it must be heaven's grace, destined to fulfill his union with Feng Xi.

To them, everything had to be bought with money, but to those families, these items were merely things gathered from the mountains or seas, or raised at home for their own consumption—hardly worth mentioning.

"What is going on? I haven't even eaten that thing, so why are there red spots on my body?" I could not help but ask him.

"Ask the others; consider it a loan from me for now." Cheng Teli had no choice; he was no Monkey King and lacked the ability to conjure renminbi out of thin air.

"Also, although Nannan comes from over thirty years in the future, do not ask her about what is to come."

Gao Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard, folded the paper into a square, and tucked it into his pocket. Only then did he look up, saying indifferently, "This painting is mine." I felt helpless; I hadn't even looked at it myself after finishing, yet he had already diverted the focus. As for the earlier topic, both tacitly chose to ignore it, never to mention it again.

Until the day Feng Xi, for the sake of a joke by Qing Ming, went searching for the Seven-Colored Stone, hoping to present it to the one she held dearest, only to witness a heartbreaking scene. The shattering of the Seven-Colored Stone was like the shattering of Feng Xi's own heart. In her rage, she was stripped of her immortal status by the Heavenly Emperor and banished to the mortal realm, yet Feng Xi felt no regret.

By then, the airport shuttle to the city had stopped running. The only way back was by taxi, or perhaps another option—staying at a hotel near the airport—though the prices were far from cheap.

"How did you two meet?" Once inside, the Great-Aunt lit an oil lamp and settled into her recliner to ask me.

Even though the skin all over her body was parched and devoid of moisture, her eyes alone, while not particularly vibrant, still allowed me to see a rough reflection of myself within them.

He took action. He personally wrote a report regarding Zhang Long, intending to submit it to the high-ranking members of the Dark God Sect the next day. As for when to deal with Zhang Long, Sikong Changhua was in no hurry; the immediate priority was to proceed with the second-generation experimental subject project.

Seeing that the Emperor of the Eagle Kingdom could no longer suppress his temper, Elder Huang slowly walked in from the palace entrance, surrounded by eunuchs.

After a pause, Zhang Long closed his eyes, and the miraculous techniques of the Life-Prolonging Divine Needles swirled in his mind. A few seconds later, he smiled; he had successfully found a solution.

Qin Xue pondered much, yet she did not realize that the "man she loved" had already taken root in her heart.

Held and pleaded with in this manner, her heart nearly melted into water, and a tightness in her chest left her feeling unbearably sorrowful.