Volume 1, Chapter 35: Who Sent You!

Upon hearing this, Scorpion and the others quickly approached their subordinate. They saw him covering his nose and mouth, squatting beside a monkey that was much bulkier than the other Steel-Claw Monkeys.

"Boss, this must be the Steel-Claw Monkey King."

"It has at least two hundred wounds on its body, but the truly fatal one is this blade that pierced through its chest from behind."

"Steel-Claw Monkeys are naturally agile; even spirit masters of lower realms would find it difficult to flank one, let alone the King. This shows just how high the cultivation level of the person who struck this blow must be!"

The subordinate pointed to the spine, which had been severed vertically.

"Boss, the spine has been cracked open, which means this Monkey King possessed spirit marrow. You know, a Monkey King with spirit marrow versus one without..."

Yun Feiyu slowly climbed out of bed. It seems they were the ones who brought me here, he thought. A sudden sense of guilt washed over him, though only toward the other seven; his own incompetence had caused them trouble. As for *her*, the feeling was far more complex than mere guilt. But there was no help for it; given the current evidence and his own various words and actions, he was highly suspicious.

When Liu Ping and Ding Na strolled through the school, they immediately drew the gaze of many male students. Listening to her mother, Liu Yan, who had come for a visit, fully experienced the prosperity of the provincial capital and the allure that big cities hold for the youth. Because of this, Yang Qingyue had never really spent much time worrying about Yingwei’s studies since he was young.

An Jin stood up and walked over, finding Tang Song looking somewhat flustered in a side room next to the coffin. The old man had already finished laughing and didn't find anything amusing, while Ai Shaohua stared at the clothes in his elder brother's hands.

As he walked past the wizards trapped on the ground, Dumbledore waved his hand nonchalantly. Everything here felt fresh and unconventional—white stucco walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and cloisters, and a living room with high ceilings and large windows that stirred the soul, all testifying to the owner's aesthetic mastery.

"Depart?" Liu Mengyao and Yun Shichen suddenly raised their heads, looking at Liu Yaoxi with bewildered eyes.

"Then we shall be going, Uncle Yu!" Er Ni smiled. She truly missed home; having never been separated from her loved ones for so long since transmigrating, how could she not feel homesick?

"Teacher, I have some techniques that can temporarily boost my strength. If I increase my amplitude but the techniques themselves don't keep up, wouldn't that be a pity?" Mu Tian looked at Adair with a sheepish grin.

To outsiders, the head of a clan appears majestic and imposing, full of ease and grace. Yet, they do not realize that the higher the status, the greater the responsibility.

While Hong Rui and Ye Xuan were chatting on the eaves, a commotion erupted outside the Shen Mansion. The sound of chirping voices instantly shattered the silence of the courtyard.

"Why isn't Brother Qian Chong back yet?" Tie Dan rubbed his stomach and peered into the deep darkness; the sound of his stomach protesting must have been what he was referring to.

The next moment, Gu Shengtian’s expression changed drastically. He felt a blur before his eyes, and Ye Xuan appeared directly in front of him, raising his right hand and unleashing a terrifying punch amidst surging currents of air.

"Can it be sold? Name your price, I'll buy it. Besides, I can also gift you a peerless sword that has already reached the level of unity between man and sword." Wuren held his sword, looking at Ye Xuan with hope in his eyes.

"Master, do not be anxious. I have already sent men to keep watch at the city gates. Once there is news, they will surely come to report it!" Feng Gong said, his heart aching as he looked at the tear-stained master.

This was a legendary Heavenly Martial expert, and such a young one at that—how could they not be excited?

"You have a point." Ye Xuan sensed the undertones of *Das Kapital* in Hong Rui's words, though ever since the advent of wealth, all trends had developed in this very manner.

After years of tempering, Yi Zhengting had changed significantly. He was no longer a man of blind loyalty and filial piety, but had begun to radiate a positive, decisive, and vigorous aura.

Xiao Li gave them an innocent smile and left the county committee office. *Could it be that the one surnamed Gong was transferred to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection?* she wondered. It seemed searching for Gong Daoran would be a futile effort.

Qingyi knew she wouldn't believe her, but she didn't want to sell this house cheaply to the Li family; she would be happier giving it to her aunt.

She could only target me in secret, serving me nothing but a bowl of potatoes for every meal. Even though she changed her methods—dicing them, slicing them, shredding them, boiling, stir-frying, or steaming—a potato was still a potato. The essence remained unchanged. I ate them like a pig, yet she enjoyed them with great gusto.

"What? San'er is dead? Did the Fusang people do this?" On the dragon boat, the Emperor of Later Qin, who had just flayed the old Fusang Taoist alive, stared in disbelief at his son's corpse on the ground.

Looking up from the scale armor, an oval head, completely disproportionate to the body, glared at them in fury.

The name "Old Dong" had replaced his real name; sometimes even he forgot his own surname and given name, as if he were simply surnamed Old and named Dong.

Ignoring the look Mo Qiongyan was giving her, Feng Wu laughed, her mouth full of grease. It was a good thing her appearance and temperament had improved significantly after awakening the Phoenix divine consciousness, otherwise, this sight would have been unbearable.

Gao Ping laughed heartily, and only after a long while did he say, "I can release him, but you must come and trade places." Before Zhao Shu could answer, Lü Rong rushed to say, "I'll make the trade," and stepped forward.

The next day, after a night of rest, the tangled threads of Mu Yun's thoughts finally unraveled, and his body recovered with extraordinary speed.

Whenever he served as the primary deacon of a city, he was able to resolve problems by leading the city's warriors and hunters.

Diting seemed like a disciple of Nagato. If Nagato could take Diting as a disciple, it would play an important role in the development of Western forces.

The Manchester United fans in the stadium did not see the replay, and even if they had, they wouldn't have cared. Fans are sometimes just that lovely, or perhaps, that stubborn. Over 70,000 Manchester United fans in the stadium let out a roar of boos that sounded like a tornado.

The hour was still early and the sky somewhat dim. Expecting no one to be awake, she was surprised to find, upon opening the door, Yun Luo walking in from the courtyard with a frost-covered expression.

The Spaniard knew that if he stopped to control the ball, Ferdinand would certainly seize the chance to tackle him. Torres didn't stop; he headed the ball directly toward the center.

Zhu Lang's expression turned ugly as he unleashed his aura. Flying sand and stones swirled, and the pressure of a sovereign shattered the incoming energy.

"Retreat! These two are too powerful." The surrounding warriors changed their expressions and immediately fell back.