Volume 1, Chapter 32: What Youjin Deliberately Concealed

Indeed! Why would I not know?
Song Wanxi asked herself the same question in her heart.
Upon hearing this, Concubine Ling immediately feigned surprise, using her handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth to hide the smile playing on her lips.
Lu Qingyi was just moved by the affection between the old man and the person in the tomb, when a series of anxious cries drifted up from the foot of the mountain.
Hearing this, Shen Zhongnan was so incensed that he slammed his hand onto the table, causing the teacups atop it to rattle.
Seeing this, the guards hurried to intervene, and for a moment, Tang Hongfei found himself brawling with the four guards at the entrance. The sounds of the struggle alerted the guards patrolling the estate, who all rushed out at once.
This was the first time Tang Yurou had ever spoken such words, leaving them so stunned that they dared not utter another sound.
Back home, Cheng An and Wang Liping were both present. Once they heard the reason, they immediately insisted that she should not return to school, declaring that she must not suffer such grievances.
Zhao Xiangru was anxiously trying to bring the matter of Prince Ming to a close, and yet, Noble Consort Chen had proactively delivered a clue right to his doorstep.
Luo Mu stepped forward, just about to pick up the Poké Ball, when he noticed several glistening objects lying quietly on the spot where the Gyarados had just collapsed.
He observed the potatoes, cucumbers, and tomatoes one by one, but when he reached the sixth bag of seeds and saw the label, Luo Mu suddenly froze.
It was a slightly aged, curled-brim fedora; even without a werewolf’s nose, one could smell the heavy, accumulated scent of "human oil" that time had imbued it with.
This maneuver proved highly effective. A moment later, with a sharp "snap," the locking mechanism was severed clean through.
"Do not retreat!" The three words echoed in Zhang Tianduo’s mind. With a shift in his focus, he pressed forward.
Yuan Ye ignored Toma’s words. He turned away, intending to leave. He still vividly remembered the declaration Toma had made before leaving that day: "You cannot escape from my grasp; you are mine."
Seeing the two of them rushing toward him, Xu Ranbo formed a hand seal with one hand, while with the other, he drew two spirit talismans from his robe, chanted an incantation, and hurled them at the pair.
After two sharp sounds, the recording devices were completely destroyed by short circuits.
Slowly setting the steel needle aside, Torres operated the optical computer. A geographical map of Planet Rad appeared on the screen, and to his surprise, it was remarkably similar to the one Daisy possessed.
Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "This matter, this matter... it is truly too unexpected." As he spoke, his expression grew even more solemn, wearing the look of someone saying, "Meiniang, please try to restrain your grief."
"I summoned you here for two reasons: first, to cultivate, and second, to test your resolve. As for the matter of the Corpse Fiend, we are currently powerless to stop it," Miao Xianghong added.
After the Turkic soldiers fled back, two of their generals began to argue in the ranks. One was the young Turkic general, while the other was a bearded Turkic general; it was unclear what their relationship was.
Lin Yuan remained silent. He looked up, his gaze fixed on the white-robed elder, and then offered a cheeky grin, a gesture that brought a wry smile to the other martial artists who happened to witness it.
"It's you?" Mu Yi looked with surprise at the figure outside the door. Although they hadn't met for some time, he hadn't forgotten him. The person before him was none other than Wang Tao, whom he had met while traveling down the Yellow River, accompanied by two guards on his way to the capital to file a complaint.
"Even if I succeed in the tryouts, what about you? If you don't return to school, where will you go?" Wu Yan added, his words encompassing Feng Junyang as well.
This was the signature magical treasure of Senior Brother Shen from the Turin Sect. Ever since Lin Xi copied it, he had found the sword incredibly comfortable to wield—the balance was comparable to the Cold Light longsword he had once crafted himself. As for its power, the Xiaolong Sword far surpassed that Cold Light longsword; after all, Senior Brother Shen was a powerhouse in the Piyi stage—how could a treasure he used regularly be anything less than extraordinary?