Chapter 54: Transmigrators at Large

He got up and walked out of the main room. Outside, the sun shone brilliantly, a gentle breeze rustled the vegetation, and the mountains were serene and quiet. Just as the Princess consort had said, "The Prince is truly as bad as they come." He squinted his eyes, casting a glance at the haloed sun. In this game, the Princess consort appeared to be in control, but in reality, she was not; the Prince was the one pulling all the strings.

Some people would undoubtedly be unconvinced: We have no personal grudge against you, what gives you the right to make things difficult for us?

This millennium-old Fire Spirit Grass only grows in places with fire crystal stones, and wherever there are fire crystal stones, fire foxes are bound to live.

Exquisite red and white roses were bound into a gorgeous bouquet, their tender petals still glistening with faint dewdrops.

"Why?" Liu Qianzhan paused slightly, a chess piece slipping from between his fingers. He sat back down on the couch and saw his nephew twirling a jade thumb ring, his eyes half-drooped, wearing an unfathomable, enigmatic expression that was half-smile, half-serious.

Still, it was just as well. Earlier in the carriage, she had been wondering; she didn't know she was going to meet Lu Jingyu, nor had she prepared anything, and she had no idea how she was going to pass the time in the afternoon—surely they couldn't just play patty-cake all afternoon? Well, now the problem was solved.

Chu Yuanyi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yu Danqing snoring softly with her mouth slightly open, a glistening trail of saliva hanging from the corner of her lips.

Mo Fu almost laughed in anger. Impersonate? Who had the audacity to impersonate the Prince Regent's consort?

At this moment, she widened her round apricot eyes, gazing at Qiao Nuo with worry, her fingers clutching tightly at the hem of her clothes, unable to conceal the anxiety on her face.

Shewei pretended not to hear him and began grinding ink. Taking advantage of the time it took to grind the ink, she observed his most captivating gaze and expression.

Yet no matter how he dodged and evaded, he could not escape that erratic attack. He could only raise his spiritual shield and scuttle about like a crab, causing the onlookers to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

At this time, the mist was gradually dissipating, allowing Baili Wushang to clearly see Yun Jingshu's face: that face carried a distinct trace of paleness.

He hugged her tightly, using his burning warmth to soothe her chilled body, "Feng'er, I'm back."

To be honest, Zhu Jintang harbored some suspicions regarding Shen Yuechen's motives. After all, Ming'er was not her biological son; why must she go to such lengths for thankless tasks? Even if she wanted to appear virtuous, it was going a bit too far.

"You may withdraw first! Hand over the Grotto-Heaven Sphere to the Immortal Kings outside! You must be quite exhausted from this journey! Go back and rest!" Master Tongtian said, closing his eyes once more.

She loved wearing down her enemies' patience, breaking their backbone of pride, and trampling their so-called moral integrity ruthlessly into the dust.

Zhu Feng knew his son's temperament all too well; once he made up his mind about something, there was simply no room for retraction.

Although repairing the soul required a considerable amount of time, cutting weeds without pulling out the roots would only allow them to spring up again with the spring breeze. Being targeted in secret by an Emperor-realm expert made him deeply concerned for his Xi'er's safety.

Yun Nishang had thought she was about to strike down the people of Qiongyu Palace once again. Just as she had gathered her aura to the extreme and prepared to make a move, she witnessed this scene.

Wei Bu'er looked up at the sky, where two gigantic eyes floated, their pupils as red as fresh blood, radiating a desolate gaze as if two bloody moons were hung in the firmament. Under the gaze of these blood moons, this realm stood independent of the world, as though born from primeval antiquity.

Accompanying Emperor Qianlong at the time were several eminent masters from the Buddhist, Daoist, and Feng Shui realms. After all, as a sovereign of a nation, it was quite easy for Qianlong to summon a few truly capable Feng Shui masters from all over the country.

He was over forty years old, yet he had been dragged around and beaten like a dog. Meanwhile, a fifteen-year-old kid not only rescued him with a single phone call, but also forcefully extorted 500,000 from Boss Wai! And right after, he broke Third Brother Jia's legs to avenge him... Why was there such a huge gap between people?

The bell ceased ringing, and the light barrier descended instantly. They saw a tumbling cultivator grazing the edge of the light barrier as he slid past, followed by the blooming of a crimson burst of blood and the sound of his blood-curdling screech.

Youmiao finished speaking, scooped up a handful of beans, scattered them on the ground, drew out a spiritual banner, and chanted an incantation. With a wave of the banner, the beans transformed into an army of a thousand men, standing about a foot tall. Guided by the spiritual banner, these bean soldiers formed the array formations of the carefree Xuanmen.

With a thud, Luo Bashan was directly pressed flat, sinking straight into the rock, leaving only his head exposed.

Emerging from the underground morgue, a fierce fire of hatred burned in Ding San's eyes, brimming with intense murderous intent.

Having said that, Wang Qian did not say anything more. He directly pulled open Wang Guozhong's office door and strode away proudly.

Xia Chen held the old man and carried him into the consultation room. The room was very simple, but fortunately, there was a medical bed in the back where patients could lie down for examinations. As he laid the old man on the bed, Xia Chen suddenly noticed something stirring beneath the old man's abdomen, a sight that sparked a certain thought in his mind.

"Mingming, going to the internet cafe for an overnight session?" Mingming was the old lady's grandson, and his classmate asked him.

The four beams of light—cyan, black, white, and red—were like divine rays, cutting a long arc across hundreds of feet of the sky.

"I said before, whoever hurts the disciples of my Hegemonic Decisive Sect shall be repaid tenfold." Zhao Yu squinted, killing intent still radiating from his body; he had no intention of stopping here at all.

Neither of us dared to breathe heavily, nor did we dare to press forward, knowing that walking would be in vain and we would never reach the end. Rather than wasting our energy on a futile walk, it was better to stop and wait for developments.

The Black Emperor, as her maternal grandfather, was also at a loss. After informing Xu Moyang of the matter, Xu Moyang finally realized that all of this was orchestrated by the City of Yanji.

"Want to defeat me using ocular jutsu? Wishful thinking!" Seeing through Lin Yun's intent, Ye Qin sneered.

So they were just two locals themselves, yet they put on an act pretending to be foreigners, babbling on endlessly.

The Demon Lord heard someone calling him. He lifted the carriage curtain and caught sight of Gu Xueqiao and the child.

Surrounded by no fewer than thirty Ninth-Rank Spirit Beast-level Hanyuan demon clan powerhouses, Cai Zhixiong felt an overwhelming sense of terror within his heart.

"Once a day, apply a single drop while bathing, then wrap it with a cloth. Do this for seven consecutive days, and the root cause will be cured." The physician placed the porcelain bottle on the table and said.

Emperor Zhou Qing let out a cry of astonishment, watching as his body resembled a wooden barrel riddled with holes, the water contained within leaking out incessantly.

And as he exerted himself to compress it, the interior of the ball of light in his hands actually formed a vortex-like structure. Yet he did not stop for a single moment, continuing to compress it with all his might, compressing it further still.