Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Leather Goods Workshop

"Hmph, only now do you know how to beg for mercy?" Gu Yunyue let out a disdainful laugh, her expression one of supreme elegance and haughty pride.

A moment later, the warm current gradually faded; it seemed that the life force ignited within had been completely absorbed and consumed by Jun Qianli.

Every month, the sect issued thirty Inedia Pills, but Qingye and the others still chose to go to the dining hall every noon to eat and chat.

"Eat slowly. I'm going to take a shower." Qian pecked Qian Xixue on the cheek before turning to head upstairs.

Seeing him prefer to smother himself in the quilt rather than look at her or consummate their marriage, Chu Huaiyu felt even more aggrieved.

Conversely, the Ice Tiger appeared as if its life essence had been drained, becoming listless, its aura steadily weakening.

Looking at his moist eyes, she guiltily raised a hand to wipe them, her own eyes misting over.

What met her gaze was an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, and she was so startled that she collapsed onto the floor.

The reason those present were willing to attend this gathering was largely out of respect for Ye Qing’s strength. Now that the human race was rising, there were over a hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals, but only the Dragon Emperor truly had the power to challenge a Saint.

To Ye Shaoxuan, the Sage Dao Master represented far more than just an increase in strength. One had to know that the realm of the Dao Master was the cultivation level of the Sage Dao Master; once he broke through to that level, he would fulfill the requirement his grandmother had mentioned. That would mean his brother could be saved, which was more important than anything else.

As Qi Ming reclaimed his broadsword, he assessed the situation. The short-legged elder and the young elder had both lost their combat ability and were no longer a threat, leaving only six elders remaining.

A massive chunk of ice fell from the sky, nearly crushing Xuanyuan Muxia. Yet, instead of being angry, he was overjoyed.

Years later, when Cen Kexin looked back on this period, her only self-assessment was a cold sneer and the word "despicable."

"Then I’m leaving." Watching Huyan Xu’s back, a cold, sinister glint flashed in Zhang Yuan’s eyes.

Yang Chen was being hunted, but he was not the only one; such situations were common. Of the five thousand cultivators who had entered, only four thousand remained. Most had been killed by other cultivators; the true danger was not the arena itself, but the cultivators themselves.

If the stalemate continued and the other side decided to strike, they would surely suffer for being outnumbered. After all, a powerful dragon does not bully a local snake. But if they conceded, they would lose face entirely.

Ye Miao looked on with disgust, covering her nose. "Sigh, Princess Consort of the Sixth Prince, I hear you are soon to depart for the borderlands of Liang City. They say that just beyond the walls of Liang City lies an endless grassland—a fine place indeed." She smiled maliciously, her tone dripping with mockery.

Fingers with thin calluses carried a current, and it was unclear whether it briefly dispelled the heat or made the longing even more unbearable.

"You can't be serious. You've lived this long, and you still have the mood to make others guess? But... asking me to guess a reason for eating? That's a bit, how should I put it?"

Tianci nodded and shot Xia Yifu a triumphant smile. As for Qiankun, he remained oblivious, still grinning.

Murong Xue seemed to think letting Shang Nuannuan strangle herself was letting her off too easily. She released her control over Shang Nuannuan’s hands, threw her into the air, and slammed her heavily onto the ground.

However, this monster possessed its own abilities, such as a demonic light that could corrode objects, as well as regenerative powers.

Nie Mingyang pulled Shang Nuannuan away and summoned his Purple Jade Sword; a sweep of sword qi severed the man’s head instantly.

Nie Yinyang used teleportation to break free and landed to the side, carefully observing Shang Nuannuan’s appearance.

Sheng Yue prepared to go for a walk. As an outsider in Xia Yifu’s circle, Xia Yifu had nothing to say regardless of what she did or said.

"Your Majesty... I have finally become yours! I am so happy... *sob*." Thinking of all the hardships she had endured to reach this point, she couldn't help but let tears stream down her cheeks, her emotions too overwhelming to calm.

Duo Lishi had seen the scene where Shang Nuannuan threw the fire. Unable to think of a countermeasure, he could only let out a long sigh.

Bai Shuixian gritted her teeth. Although she had once thought of becoming a daughter-in-law of the Gu family, she hadn't truly wanted to marry Gu Xiangfeng. When she mentioned it to him later, it wasn't out of genuine desire, but to use his influence to boost her own fame.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I am your father, and she is..." Based on seniority, Xia Yifu should be Tianci’s aunt. Seeing Situ Tingyu stumble over his words, everyone felt that Situ Tingyu and Xia Yifu were lying.

On the sea, the mysterious man looked at the dangerously fierce wave tornado he had conjured and laughed: "Daoming, let’s see how much longer you can hold out! If I don't send you to your death today, I am not Lagu!" So, the mysterious man’s name was Lagu.

"Nonsense. I have always respected the old and cherished the young; why would I bully him? It’s just that I treated his illness once, and now he’s like this whenever he sees me." Du Ruo lowered her voice to reply to her.

Just as he and Xia Lixuan returned to verify the authenticity of the stolen commander’s seal, they heard that the granary was on fire and hurried in that direction.

The people arranged by Nanny Sun arrived "just in time" and caught Mo Lin right at the entrance of the Maritime Trade Bureau.

Yes. When he had asked those questions yesterday—about the Third Prince, about Zhou Yunduan—he realized that he was in love with Su Moxu.

"Send these things to the Empress. It is time for the monthly tribute," Mo Lin said.

Guan Xiuping was a man of action who did exactly what he thought. No sooner had he finished speaking than he pushed the door open, too quickly for Qi Lin to stop him.