Volume 1, Chapter 61: Lord Thousand-Householder

[Weapon Spirit [Qianhu] killed a Tier 4 beast, EXP +1200.]
[Weapon Spirit [Qianren] killed a Tier 4 beast, EXP +800.]
[Symbiotic Growth triggered, Host EXP +2000.]
[Quest: Kill the Tier 4 beast [Priest] completed.]
[Weapon Spirit [Qianhu] EXP +4000.]
[Weapon Spirit [Qianren] EXP +1000.]
[Symbiotic Growth triggered, Host EXP +5000.]
[Quest completed. Reward: S-rank potion, Domain Perfect Overlay Draught. Briefly immerse any two weapon spirits in the potion to achieve a flawless overlay of their domains.]
[Reward: S-rank Full Status Restoration Potion. The user will...]

Murong Xi raised her head to see what rewards were available, and immediately spotted Lin Wu standing behind Feng Wuyou, holding a large bouquet of flowers that Murong Xi had specially sent to Feng Xiaoyue earlier.

Looking at her enchanting visage under the setting sun, Mu Zifeng lost his focus for a split second. She was indeed an extraordinarily breathtaking woman.

Shortly after, Lu Xu shoved Bai Chen and Jin Zhan aside. Zhao Kai and Lu Lin glared viciously at Bai Chen and Jin Zhan before following right behind him and leaving.

Perhaps having just been revived not long ago, his brain's processing speed had not yet fully recovered and remained quite sluggish.

When the four Lin siblings finished school and passed by the old Lin residence, seeing it reduced to a patch of charred ruins, the four of them exchanged a glance, feeling rather pleased.

As for whether realms above the Saint level existed, within the Nine Provinces, some naturally believed they did, while others believed they did not.

Impossible. His habit was to be straightforward and direct rather than beating around the bush; if he had known, he would not have asked such questions.

"Don't you guys find it completely abnormal that I'm able to stand here alongside you again?" Lu You muttered somewhat dazedly. These people really weren't very bright.

As the tiger paw lunged forward, he closed in a step earlier, then enveloped the opponent's fist entirely within his palm.

Ma Rui had boasted grandly. After leaving Feng Zijian's house that afternoon, he sent a text message to Gan Tiantian, asking her to call him as soon as the dinner party ended because something urgent had come up.

Wang Dun before the age of thirty could be considered a passionate youth—possessing his own pride, ambition, and backbone, not easily yielding to powerful factions. Otherwise, he would not have joined Jiang Tong in defying prohibitions to escort the deposed crown prince to the banks of the Yi River.

"Just here for a free meal," Shen Shengran stated mercilessly, after which the waiter awkwardly added an extra set of cutlery.

Wang Dun, when he joined Jiang Tong in leading the "former officials of the Eastern Palace" to defy prohibitions and escort the deposed crown prince to the banks of the Yi River, was merely a Crown Prince's Attendant. When Prince Zhao came to power, wishing to win over the Langya Wang clan and deeming that Wang Dun's opposition to Jia and Guo deserved reward, he appointed Wang Dun as a Palace Attendant Rider—skipping four ranks in a single promotion, turning heads across the court and the public.

This was not Zhu'er's first time descending the mountain; she had already visited all thirteen surrounding immortal cities. The white donkey seemed equally captivated, tagging along with Zhu'er. Everyone in the Luotian Immortal Sect recognized the waist medallion of Golden Rooster Mountain, and naturally kept a watchful eye over her from the shadows.

Furthermore, she was seated in the front passenger seat of Yu Hanli's car, a position inherently prone to misunderstanding. No wonder Zhang Zhizhi's expression had been so ambiguous earlier; she must have already jumped to conclusions in her heart.

The Warsong clan had already lost numerous warriors to the frenzy and slaughter incited by demon blood. Now, stabilizing the situation with an outcome like this was considered by Thrall to be a very favorable result.

The low growl rumbling from the depths of his throat made the other orcs nearby tremble inwardly. Mistaking it for their chieftain raging over their incompetence, they dared not utter a single sound as they marched onward.

If even a mere guard was this formidable, encountering truly top-tier powerhouses would likely leave one with no option other than fleeing for their lives.

"Young Master Yang, if you won't accept it, I'll just give it to Young Master Ye instead!" Gu Ling covered her mouth and smiled.

Arthas made no move, but a longsword strapped to his back suddenly flew out, precisely piercing the heart of the werewolf, which was arching backward in mid-air. Without emitting a single dying whine, the werewolf's corpse crashed heavily onto the ground.

Everything happened so abruptly. While everyone was still marveling at Du Chong's versatile methods and immense power, they were entirely too slow to react or notice the object on the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, massaged his head, and stood up from the ground, his gaze carrying an indescribable wretchedness. "Young man, I'm fine." With that, he clutched a wristwatch in his hand and prepared to turn and leave.

Leng Yue, having suffered yet another round of torture, lay pale under the sun in a reclining chair, her eyelids closed listlessly.

Xuan Yin was naturally blessed with striking good looks, his features far more likely to draw the guards' attention than ordinary people.

After getting everything settled, Xue Leng stowed all the bombs away into his dimension pouch. However, some time had already passed, and Mei Hao had yet to return. Grasping his Heaven-Severing Sword, Xue Leng stepped outside.

"In that case, make a note of this location for now and we'll deal with it later. Let's go!" With those words, he leaped onto the Heaven-Veiling Umbrella parked nearby, and Zhao Star-Male quickly followed, jumping up right behind him. The Vajra Boy, meanwhile, dissolved back into his true form as the Ruyi Vajra Bracelet and flew back onto Geng Qiang's wrist.

The Serpent King's lips twitched slightly, his eyes reflecting emotions that Leng Yue could not fathom. He offered no explanation to Leng Yue regarding what had just transpired.

Xi Muyun smiled without answering, spurting his horse forward instead. He left Lin Yi behind, escorted by a palace attendant leading the horse, to plod along dejectedly at a slow pace all the way.

The few of them wore smiles on their faces; even that aloof stepmother wore a faint smile as they chatted animatedly.

Outside the door, police sirens wailed furiously. A squad of armed police officers holding submachine guns blocked the entrance, and at the very rear of the formation stood none other than Wang Dawei, the Director of the Public Security Bureau.

While acquiring various antiques, many people constantly sold or traded the pieces in their collection with others.

Yanyu walked over to take a seat behind the zither, tested the tone with a wave of her hand, and plucked the strings with slender fingers, sending melodious notes flowing from her fingertips.

Xia Haoran swayed slightly as he staggered back to his room, only to find that everyone had crammed into his quarters, waiting with eager eyes for his return.

Caught off guard, Yanyu was startled and attempted to shake off Xuan Shao's grip, but he had already let go. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to his seat and settled down.

"Although those days were filled with heartache, I found them so sweet. Even if I were to remain impoverished for the rest of my life, I would still be willing..." Jiang Mingyl wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and looked up at Qiao Song.

A wardrobe stood beside the bed. She had custom-ordered a full-length bronze mirror as tall as a person, so she wouldn't have to keep turning left and right whenever she wanted to try on new clothes in the future.

Zhao Zixian smiled faintly, pulled out his phone, and played a recording. He was far too calculating nowadays; before taking any action, he would anticipate every possible outcome. When he broke into Young Master Wang's office last night, he had turned on the recording specifically to make Red Sorrow believe his words.

Lin Duo'er lowered her head, burning with bashful shyness, suddenly at a loss for how to face Wang Yue. She did not dare meet his gaze.

Yu Tianlei's face was drenched in sweat; today could well be described as a life-or-death turning point for the entire Yu family.

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