Volume 1, Chapter 31: It Turns Out She and You Jin Were University Alumni

Lu Shaoqi also did not expect the young woman to repeat the same mistake, and caught off guard, he was knocked into her embrace, causing them both to fall backward.

He paused for a brief moment, casually threw Ding Hui aside, and then his figure flickered and vanished.

"You? Yet another insatiable adventurer. Die!" The black dragon roared, spewing a breath of dragon fire.

The tidal wave of shouting and chanting vanished in an instant. The entire audience held their breath, as if afraid that even the sound of their own breathing might disturb this fairy from beyond the nine heavens.

It was not until long after the burial was complete that several tribesmen stepped forward, using their innate abilities to reinforce the tomb.

Everyone gathered around the dining table, some reading newspapers and others playing games, waiting for breakfast to be served.

The light drizzle, soft as cotton, fell densely upon Yiyao’s head. Dressed in a white gown, she possessed a fresh, refined, and otherworldly beauty. She carried an exquisitely crafted food box in the crook of her left arm and held a large bouquet of chrysanthemums in her right hand. Zhuanxu followed at a distance, his gaze drifting uncertainly.

Gu Zheng gestured for him to proceed. Master Cen glanced at the hostile Gu Zheng with a face full of confusion, swept a look at Liang Jingxian standing beside her, and finally nodded, striding toward the courtyard where Gu Feng lived.

She spat out another mouthful of blood, then looked up at the world’s most handsome man, her eyes filled with an unprecedented gravity.

Jiang Shiya said nothing. It was not that she was heartless, but she knew that whatever Feng Zhongliu had set his mind to would never change.

His entry meant that Sister Wang had already explained everything, yet he still offered no objection.

From birth, she had been deemed incapable of cultivation, and due to the Life-Death Talisman, she was destined to have a short life despite her beauty.

"We are talking about you now. If you don't want to change jobs, suit yourself!" Ning Feifei turned her head in a huff and sat down.

"Next, I plan to venture from the Land of Imperial War all the way inside, until I reach the Eight Great Empires. What about you?" Tong Gan revealed his plans.

She frowned almost imperceptibly. Song Yi wanted to act, but considering this was the birthday celebration for Shiya’s mother, she decided it was best not to cause a scene.

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Tang King Zhu Yujian, Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo, and a host of Yunnan court officials were surrounded before they even had a chance to flee. Zhu Yujian refused to surrender, drawing his sword to fight the rebels personally; he died after slaying several of them, and Mu Tianbo’s family was slaughtered as well.

She had thought she was immune to these rumors, as long as no harm came to her parents.

Damn it, if these people had arrived a moment later, she would have succeeded. But now, with so many people present, she had to reconsider. Otherwise, the sin of possessing a treasure would make her a target; even if she obtained the Imperial Blood Seal, she would be the first to suffer.

Aside from the Zhu family, who else had the power to turn the capital’s discourse from a balanced debate—in which she held the upper hand—into a completely one-sided affair?

The sound of air being pierced erupted. Arrows whistled with a ghostly shriek, passing through the gaps in the dense forest.

"They intend to create a position of High Priest for me and are willing to grant me supervisory powers. If I object to any matter, I can initiate an investigation, and the other High Priests must cooperate with me unconditionally."

Yu Ji’s eyes brightened as he recalled Ding Ling’s talent for talisman-making, which surpassed his master’s. He felt a sense of anticipation, but then, considering Ding Ling’s current status, he felt a bit embarrassed.

He felt that he had experienced far too much in these last two months.

It was like ballroom dancers coating their bodies in palm oil—partly to add texture and give the skin a pearlescent sheen, and partly to reveal the contours of the muscles, highlighting the arc of every curve.

Thus, the *Flying Dutchman* visibly stalled in the air for a few seconds before it began to fall.

Ivan, after listening to Li Yu, wore a thoughtful expression before looking at Xie Li and Yimei not far away.

From the other side came the rustling sound of grass being pushed aside. A second later, Nan Zhixian burst out of the woods, clutching his arm. Seeing that Su Lin was unharmed, he exhaled in relief and reattached his severed arm to his shoulder, where tender granulation tissue stitched the limb back together.

Pei Zhi threw off his suit jacket, wearing only a waistcoat and shirt. He then casually picked up a rifle and aimed, his waistcoat tightening with the movement, tracing the outline of his biceps through the shirt.

In a light purple dress, with eyebrows not painted like willows and lips naturally red without lipstick, her skin was like white jade, unadorned by powder. Her elegant, orchid-like temperament made the village beauty seem dull by comparison.

"How dare you! Is the name of Young Master Tang something you can just call out?" A man opposite them immediately roared at Xiao Feng.

***

"I wouldn't call them pirates exactly; they’re more like bandits. Smuggling is severe now. Although customs has cracked down several times, like wild grass, they keep growing back after being cut—it’s impossible to solve completely," Old Man Liu said, his tone and expression filled with helplessness.

Ye Chen was baffled by this sudden turn of events, but upon reflection, he felt relieved. He had done "that" to her, so it was only natural for her to have a bit of a temper.

However, despite the sighs, Sha Lang felt more relieved and happy. They had misunderstood Fu Xizao so much before, and after returning this time, he was determined to clear Fu Xizao’s name.

After the Demon Night Black Tiger finished speaking, Fu Xizao seemed to suddenly recall this issue and cast a questioning look at Ying Lanxin.

He had a premonition that once his breathing technique was satisfied, his spiritual power and mental cultivation would formally advance.

As long as no Void Realm experts emerged among the subterranean creatures, the power balance between the surface and the underworld would likely not collapse, and the Luo Xu Continent would still have a glimmer of hope.

One of the soldiers recognized Zhu Tianpeng’s transformed appearance and, with a look of shock, hurriedly retreated into the gatehouse to report.

"Dismember him! Dismember him..." The people, ignited by hatred, screamed at the top of their lungs. The atmosphere reached a fever pitch, and Liu Yong’s prestige reached its zenith. Such momentum was enough to strike terror into anyone.

The so-called Disposal Division was a place specifically for handling discarded pills. While pills were highly purified, they were still "three parts poison," and if stored improperly in the outside environment, they could undergo unpredictable chemical changes and become highly toxic.

A ripple surged through the space. The Green Flower Saint waved a hand, retracting the outer grid, and immediately, a cold wind poured in.

This time, the Beast-Hunting Dragon used the hostage civilians to press the immortals and spirits, eventually breaking through all three of their defensive lines and trapping them in the valley. Seeing that they had nowhere left to go, the Beast-Hunting Dragon led thirty thousand dragon-beasts in a full-scale assault on the valley.