31 You’re Being Rather Hypocritical

Liu Chengfeng is the first direct disciple of the Bashan Sect. His "Forty-Nine Strokes of the Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword" may not rank first in the pugilistic world, but it certainly holds a place within the top five.

As blood gushed out, the wild boar demon instantly reverted to its original beast form and collapsed into a pool of blood.

Mo Yu’s stance was clear: since it was possible to form an alliance or friendship with this powerful master-disciple duo of assassins, why let the opportunity slip? After all, though they were assassins, they were not truly bad people.

Yun Xiu’s bankbook was not kept here. For days, she had felt uneasy, sensing that something bad was about to happen, as if someone might try to rob her. Being cautious, she had handed the bankbook to Yun Feng for safekeeping.

After saying this, Ji Yinyin walked toward Xia Feng and continued, "Because whether I choose to fight you or not, I end up the loser, and you gain nothing from it."

Jiangxia was a vital gateway connecting Jingzhou and Jiangdong, and the arrival of an urgent war report from there was clearly not good news.

Why was it that despite both offering free consultations, Jin Mantang could attract patients while she could not?

Li Mo calculated in her heart: she had some low-grade spirit stones and two thousand mid-grade spirit stones left. With her brother’s return date uncertain, these stones were barely enough to rent a cave dwelling outside the city, let alone cover her other needs.

The green bamboo, once hailed by elegant scholars as the "Gentleman of the Cold Season," had been flattened in large swaths. The proud spirit that had once withstood frost and heavy snow had been brutally snapped by the two beasts. The broken bamboo cleared a space for the creatures to battle.

In truth, he had watched his son do things he disapproved of for the past two years, and his suppressed anger had built up. Now that he had the chance, he wouldn't feel right without giving him a thrashing.

Considering everything, he felt it highly likely that Wei Jun was nearby, though probably not at the company. Since he wasn't familiar with the area, he had no idea where he might be staying.

At this moment, Zhuifeng, Xuelai, and Li Zhi unleashed their respective new skills, launching a storm of attacks upon the bandits.

Seeing that the time was right, Yi Shulan awoke with sleepy eyes. She rubbed them in a daze, blinking as she stared at Heng Yi for a long time, as if only then recalling where she was.

At first, Ye Feng hadn't felt much, as the urgency of the retreat kept him busy. But ten minutes later, as they moved further from the explosion site, Ye Feng began to notice a distinct difference. Chen Ruoyun was in front and Ye Feng was behind on the same horse; he found himself enveloped in her warmth and fragrance.

Anti-war sentiment at court was exceptionally strong. Minister Zhou Siqing submitted a memorial arguing that the Korean campaign was "draining the Middle Kingdom" and advocated against saving Korea. Many officials echoed this view, opposing the eastern expedition.

"In that case, I will trouble you, Clan God! I will do my best to release the souls of the fifty God Kings in the shortest time possible." Heng Yi accepted the insistence of the Tata Clan God. Having been unable to do much for years, he was now filled with passionate enthusiasm to fight for a hopeful future.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration..." Xu Baijie chuckled dismissively, finding it utterly absurd and overblown.

"Xuanyuan Armament: Profound Heavenly Martial Arts, Shattering the Firmament!" As the battle resumed, Tang Hao led with a sword strike. The sharp, golden sword qi surged toward Jian Jiuzhou, strong enough to split mountains and cleave stone. Jian Jiuzhou braced his stance, his power exploding across a hundred-zhang radius.

Tan Xin had already bathed before coming over. Her formal attire was merely a disguise for the outside world. Fearing she would wrinkle her clothes, she hadn't brought many, so she shed them without any bashfulness or hesitation.

Long-range sniping while moving was extremely difficult. Qing Yu fired two probing shots but failed to kill the target. Forced to close the distance, she quickly retracted the tripod and hoisted the heavy sniper rifle to give chase.

Her laughter, her cries, her voice filled with shy rage... all of these were her sounds.

Du Meixin was happily lost in her own monologue, failing to notice that Wang Xin’s face had darkened, ready to storm at any second.

In the Age of Dharma Decline, the decrease in spiritual energy had led to an increased demand for spirit stones among the great clans.

Yet, if not for him, she would not have lost her complete family, nor her only mother. The agonizing conflict churned in Xiang Nuanyang’s heart, leaving her feeling both furious and ready to weep.

Meanwhile, the iron-tower-like man was sent tumbling backward by the sudden, immense force.

"What do you think, Qing Yu?" After getting off the car, Qing Yu had been lost in observation and thought. Su Ruo dared not interrupt until Qing Yu regained her previous composure.

He did not yet know that Chen Xuan and Shen Peilan had already privately promised him to Juan'er in exchange for great profit.

"Dean Xue, saving a life is urgent. Please arrange for my friend first!" Liu Bin said, skipping the pleasantries.

The moment Yuxian entered the shop, He Lingjun noticed her. He had avoided her intentionally to escape small talk, but Yuxian had come over regardless.

Shen Feng and the others cried out in alarm, rushing forward simultaneously. Zitu arrived first, reaching out to grab the dagger in his hand.

They had agreed to pool the stones they found and divide them equally, planning for the three of them to tie for first place.

Though he did not understand what love was, he knew it was something incredibly rare and uncontrollable.

"Look!" the Crown Prince in brocade robes uttered a single word. A thousand-tael silver note appeared in his palm, which he handed to Xiao Qingtuan.

"Very well. Though I never expected you to recover the herbs lost by Qingqing Peak in such a short time. Not bad; in that case, the loss of your cultivation progress was worth it." After saying this, Liumingzi prepared to leave.

For this month, Shangguan Zhixing wanted to get along well with Shangguan Che, not wanting anyone or anything to ruin their relationship, nor for any unhappiness to arise between them.

Once the car stopped, Shangguan Zhixing didn't get out immediately; she took a moment to compose her emotions before stepping out.

As the hegemon of the Star Illusion Realm, he had killed countless exotic beasts and enemies without ever showing mercy.

Last time, Zhou Boren had failed to get a result from Tian Diewu. This time, he had encountered someone seeking a Black Lingzhi—a gift favored by high officials and nobles for its rarity.

After the meal, Tian Diewu kept watching Yang Xuefeng. Wherever he went, she followed, and Lu Yi shadowed Tian Diewu like a ghost.