Volume One, Chapter 48: Madam Xie Will Surely Harbor Displeasure Towards Her

“I have some food here; let’s eat together!” Bai Piaopiao took out some provisions from her storage ring, eager to share with everyone.

The onlookers were compelled to retreat several miles away. Zhou Qi hurried over upon hearing the news, scanning the surroundings but finding no trace of Patriarch Zhou. Only a scorched blackened area remained, with flickering, intense flames at the center.

Not long after, Liang Ziyan, the imperial physician of Boye, arrived in haste, carrying a large silver medical kit, followed by a team of healers.

At this moment, Qin Chuan could only curse inwardly. That bird’s power was undoubtedly above the rank of Martial Dao Grandmaster, perhaps even beyond—at least mid-stage Grandmaster level.

“Everyone,” Master Zhang, holding a summons token, contacted the Human Emperor, the Eastern Sea Sky Dragon, and the Lord of the Celestial Demon Palace, among others.

Qin Chuan’s Nine Divine Dragons had recently absorbed a golden dragon bone, greatly enhancing their strength—and with it, Qin Chuan himself had grown significantly more powerful.

This once prodigious youth’s eyes brimmed with possessiveness toward Murong Shishi. Following Long Potian’s intent, he merely needed to flatter her excessively.

He unleashed the Dragon Soul Arrow, a fierce shot from the Tyrannosaur Archery technique, locking onto the target behind, releasing a single arrow accompanied by a thunderous dragon roar and flashing golden light—a colossal golden dragon surged toward the enemy.

He sensed hostile soul energy fluctuations near the entrance, disturbing his rest. Grumbling with morning irritability, he stepped outside.

That beautiful lady’s gaze was terrifying—her stare made his whole body shiver.

If the other party were not an enemy, it would be one thing; but if they harbored ill will and aimed at them, the brothers certainly would show no mercy.

Especially recently, rumors spread that even one of the Ten Outstanding Heroes, the Flying Dragon of Tsim Sha Tsui, had been slain by Wei Longhao.

Old Xu, holding the freshly issued test report, was moved to tears. He knew this document held epoch-making significance, poised to propel the Dragon Kingdom into greater realms.

Research on horsemanship, charges, counter-charges, and so forth had been passed down through generations by experience—just lacking systematic organization.

Wen Buyu said nothing, merely gazing at her with murderous intent, his wide sleeves tightly concealing something cradled within.

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Luo Yanyan called Seventh Young Master “Seventh Young Master” with every breath, flattering Deng Lin repeatedly while belittling her own status, her words tinged with humility and ingratiation, astonishing Deng Lin into silence, while Long Jun frowned deeply.

Lin Xuan could not comprehend this; had he not encountered it himself, he would have dismissed the notion of a teleportation gate as mere fantasy.

In truth, officialdom was complex. Zhao Tianyi of Qiaqia was an outsider, and Hilton’s chairman Li Tianze was a seasoned businessman. Their principle was to use what was useful and discard what was not, keeping separate waters from mixing.

Huo Jing’s usual stern and solemn demeanor softened now as he bowed in thanks to the elders for their blessings.

Zhao Ling was unfamiliar with the era’s prices; after a few trips to town, she had gained a rough understanding of daily goods.

On the opening day of the new shop, he first attracted customers with discounted offers, then raised shampoo prices before discounting them again, creating an illusion that everyone was getting a bargain.

All dressed in black armor, the group stood solemnly. The leader’s broad shoulders and narrow waist were outlined in the dim candlelight, his face obscured. His sweeping gaze prompted attendants to clear tables and chairs.

The rescue of Unit Zero proceeded smoothly. She dragged Unit One’s long horn and ran, enduring some pain, but far preferable to the attacks of the Dark Destroyer.

“My father has always loved and cherished me, he would never harm me,” Shangguan Shiyue hurried to defend.

Although super soldiers were common, they were still dozens of times stronger than ordinary humans, making group ‘activities’ effortless.

“Purifying Marrow Pill?” Li Shiqing picked one up, staring quietly, pupils dilating in deep fascination.

Lu Weimang cast aside the piercing voices around him; rumors could not be dispelled by mere words.

Ningjing grasped the backpack strap beside her, watching Lin Qianye’s steady approach as she whispered softly.

But no matter how far the crow flew, a mental shock struck it unconscious, causing it to fall.

Yang Tiansheng fled in terror, shielded by guards from the terrifying battlefield. Truly, it was a clash of immortals, with mortals suffering.

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After all, who could guarantee never to encounter any mishap while gaming, always maintaining peak performance through every match? It was impossible; no one could achieve that.

“A sealed quasi-immortal weapon? Do you really think it can destroy heaven and earth?” Jiang Dong shouted, smashing a brick against a military saber.

Never again—he vowed never to post disparaging remarks about Yiyang on Twitter. Previously, those posts were to humiliate Yiyang. From now on, any such words would only disgrace himself.

Master Zhang swiftly withdrew, simultaneously unleashing the power of the law within him, severing Qiang Ji’s soul law.

Only Heaven knew how long he had awaited this day. When first invited to coach the UF team, he held little hope, merely wishing to atone for past regrets and recapture some former glory.

“Do you still want to save your Immortal Zi Xin? Don’t think I can’t see—she’s your beloved, isn’t she? Foolish you. Even if you do save her, what then? Her heart isn’t with you; you’re wasting your effort.”

She had forgotten who exactly spoke those words, but it did not diminish her respect for Lin Mu.

No. No. The prince cannot die here. She cannot die here either. That seemed to be her only thought—her pleading evoked pity.

Nowadays, gift-giving focused on value and appearances, often neglecting what recipients truly needed, rendering many gifts useless.

Shuixinghe shouted loudly, confused why her Momo treated her so. Momo’s possessiveness over Futian Mo was almost a twisted obsession, frightening to behold.

The golden spine of the Lord of the Undead was over ten times stronger than other golden bones, an exceedingly rare and precious material for forging, especially after being refined by chaotic true fire, becoming denser, tougher, and its concentrated essence invaluable.