Volume One, Chapter 25: I Have Thought It Through, and I Am Willing

From the looks of it, these three playboys were clearly either rich or noble. For out-of-town visitors like them, it was best not to cause trouble.

“You—I’ll kill you!” Wu Batu, livid, was about to lunge forward, but the Northern Ming guards on either side quickly held him back.

While Lin Ran and Karon were speaking, many people were watching the commotion, especially Yan Shaokai.

Those with official business naturally went off to present their gifts, while He Liohun needed to report to the governor’s military camp. The serene master, of course, was heading to Yongning Temple to pay his respects. It was the largest royal temple, with a seven-story pagoda rising three hundred feet into the air, its broad base unrivaled anywhere in the world.

A sword was raised, and a crescent-shaped blade of energy swept across, slicing the clouds in the sky in two. Ji Xia, meanwhile, was blasted far away by Huo Ziyin’s sword energy, smashing through a mountain peak.

“Commander, please don’t. I can sense that there’s a powerful force within this staff,” the usually taciturn leader of the white-collar squad hurriedly interjected.

Her distress lay in the fact that the number of slots she had on hand was far from enough to satisfy everyone’s needs. As a result, she would inevitably become the villain in some people’s eyes.

Yi merely glanced over, but did not intervene. The laws of nature were as they were; to meddle would be to disrupt the natural order—a moral transgression.

The White Lotus Master spoke slowly, and in the next instant, all the incarnations of Ye Li that had been clinging to him instantly evaporated into mist and dust.

This hall was more than thirty yards long and wide; the ground was uneven, riddled with jagged rocks, and the ceiling above was laden with countless stones hanging down.

She wasn’t angry at all—she found it amusing, even delightful. Rarely had she enjoyed a conversation so much.

Without a high-level soul master to overpower him, Gu Changge’s glazed lamp was almost unbeatable among his peers.

“I rented a place near the hospital and had the child’s grandmother take care of him. When it’s time to nurse, she brings him over,” Wang Cuicui said, gently patting the baby in her arms, her voice light with laughter.

Previously, Li Yang’s true form had already condensed, though the armor he wore was still hazy and insubstantial.

In the beginning, Zheng Zhendong never imagined he would be used by Xu Damiao, not until the man’s behavior grew increasingly brazen did the truth dawn on him.

The pills weren’t just useful for cultivation—they were also excellent for restoring magical power. At his current level, with eleven threads of magic, three pills would be almost enough to fully restore Wan Yu.

This was a tacit understanding unmatched throughout the show’s filming, no matter how close the people around him were.

After flapping his wings twice, Gu Changge gritted his teeth from the pain at first, but gradually, it hurt less.

“Although it’s a little strange, we can be certain that the remnants of the Demon King have begun infiltrating the Fire Dragon Festival,” the White Yaksha said, folding his fan, eyes narrowing as a cold gleam flickered within.

If the other people in the mountain stronghold found out, they would probably try to escape. But if a large group fled into the mountains, they would make for easy targets.

The bandits of Tyrant’s Fortress were said to rob property but not take lives—hardly the most vicious sort. So why had the authorities suddenly moved to wipe them out?

Liu Bian, seeing the concern in Ma Yunlu’s eyes, forced a smile as reassurance.

He glanced at Lin Baizhi, worried she might be angry, but her eyes betrayed no such emotion, only a hint of teasing as she looked at him.

“I think you should be the one to decide. I can’t walk any farther,” Bai Tang said, pulling in her legs and sitting upright, a sly glint in her eyes.

The numbers on the stone changed from thirty-two to sixty-four, while the other side now read zero.

A youth was lying in the grass, his head poking out—it was Xi Feng. The five of them were all outstanding members of the Sword Cloud Sect’s outer division, each strong enough to rank in the top fifty.

Zhao Hongyi hardly dared to breathe, and while something remained warm against her, she immediately pretended to sleep.

No matter what he sang or performed, as long as Zhong Liang himself stood on stage, there would be buzz.

“Sister? What sister? Why do we need her approval?” Hinata Hanabi asked instinctively.

Compared to the main attackers Aoki Ryosuke and Shenshan Daxiang, assistants Matsui and Akashi seemed much more relaxed.

A long high platform ran down the center of the hall to the stage, with seats for guests on either side.

In Brother Jie’s view, the income from more than ten concerts had all been donated—amounting to hundreds of millions.

A smug smile played on Bai Haoqiang’s lips as he leapt forward, appearing behind a large tree.

“It must be him, right? Other than him, the only one who’s touched you is Doctor Xia,” Li Si replied.

Lin Zhifeng felt puzzled—how had he offended this young master to warrant such sudden hostility? He thought to himself that he’d better rent the place for another month while searching for a new venue; otherwise, if he stayed on Jiang Tao’s turf, who knew what tricks the man might pull.

“It’s nothing much, just eight stitches,” Ma Yi replied uncertainly. With someone like Mili, everything she said was usually exaggerated.

She gave an awkward laugh. “Well, let me know once you’ve made up your mind,” she said, turning to leave.

A young woman in a pale yellow suit approached, about twenty years old. Her torso was wrapped in white armor that accentuated her perfect figure and slender waist, and her fitted pants hugged her shapely hips—her figure was truly remarkable.

A dozen minutes later, the flames in Song Boyu’s palm suddenly extinguished, and he staggered, nearly collapsing. The black liquid encased by his mental energy abruptly cooled and fell to the ground with a thud.