Volume 1, Chapter 51: Do Not Bring Trouble to the Young Master

Once upon a time, the Supreme Emperor fell gravely ill, and none of the physicians in the Imperial Hospital could cure him. The Grand Empress Dowager issued a proclamation to the realm, promising a reward of fifty million taels of gold to anyone who could save the Supreme Emperor. At that moment, a handsome young man entered the palace.

Li Tianchen walked into the cabin, passed through the crowd of the Xiangliu clan, and arrived before a door deep within the vessel.

Far from holding them accountable, she even offered her five hundred taels of silver to raise the child. Having witnessed the coldness and malice of human nature, Mistress Bai felt as though she were hallucinating in the face of Brother Fu's kind act.

Hearing this, Li Xiang's eyes lit up. Realizing there was actually work to be done, he hastily replied, "All right, I'll go right now." With that, he turned, hurried into his room to change his clothes, and walked down toward the hall on the lower floor.

She had clearly analyzed the pros and cons with him, and he had promised not to meet her again, yet he had thrown it all to the winds. How could she possibly feel at ease entrusting the affairs of state to his hands under such circumstances?

His back was once more pierced with silver needles, and the violent shockwave sent Tang Feng crashing back into intimate contact with the barren beach.

"Master, since I am not yet certain whether this thing might carry any other hidden harms, I wish to experiment with it further. Only when I have mastered it completely will I feel at ease."

Previously, Ling Tong had caught a glimpse of him and fallen into an obsessive, lovesick madness, and now Guo Yuwen had appeared as well. Once might be a coincidence, but twice could no longer be dismissed as mere chance.

Regardless, his heart was filled with a profound sorrow, much like that song pleading with others not to mock him—if things continued this way, he truly felt that nothing could save the situation.

This was something branded into the bones of the younger generation of powerhouses across the Western Heavenly Realm, something that no one had been able to change for millions of years.

In the distance, sitting inside a blue Ferrari, he stared coldly at Luo Tianya, who was weeping tears like pear blossoms drenched in rain against Ke Ziqi's body. His thin, sexy lips were pressed tightly together, his knuckles showed white where he gripped the steering wheel, and then he sped away.

He had roughly gauged the opponent's strength; although formidable, they were no match for him, so there was no need to waste time.

Mei'er thought dazedly, remorseful tears falling drop by drop onto the mattress. The Underworld Emperor gazed at her in silence, wishing to find some words of comfort, yet finding none to utter, he could only watch quietly as she wept.

"Even if it is a trap, I have the courage to try, and besides, he is no match for me," Luo Chenxi said with confident certainty.

I had no choice but to take the drink from the bartender, swallow it in one gulp, raise the empty glass toward him from afar, and then turn and leave the bar.

He had no way of knowing what Li Xiaoyi was doing inside. A day and a night passed in this manner before Li Xiaoyi finally walked out. Afterward, as usual, he entered the realm of the Main God to check on his next movie—which brought about the current scene.

The moment they turned to run, our morale surged instantly. We all rallied together and gave chase, while Dalong's side also rushed over in time to provide reinforcement. However, I caught sight of Dalong's face, which had been beaten to a pulp; since even Dalong could get his face battered like that, it was evident that this battle was truly a hard-fought one.

In truth, anyone who has truly experienced it knows that pretending to forget at first will, under the grinding of time, eventually turn into genuine forgetting. Looking back years later, one suddenly realizes how ridiculously foolish one's younger self had been.

The house still followed the early style of the Ling State, with delicate patterns carved into the window lattices and wall corners, though they were already touched by faint traces of weathering. With meticulous care, Yan Yi had brushed a glossy layer over them, which reflected the sunlight brilliantly and looked extraordinarily beautiful.

If she suddenly led a group of prayer-masters and half-soul entities to attack various prayer-master organizations, familiar people would inevitably suspect that someone was impersonating them. If they were to go so far as to kill their own sister, their credibility would be even lower, which meant that no matter what, those people's actions would never harm Sakura Mio or Xu Peirong.

With a sharp snap, the windshield was finally smashed to pieces, and then the half-spent rocket-propelled grenade flew directly into the cab, heading straight toward Jiang Shaoyou.

"You can still laugh... Didn't you hear what those students were saying about the two of us just now?" Han Lin said, deeply depressed.

Having fought the Lord of Stone City, he was well aware of the terrifying power of a King. In particular, the King nurtured by his own blood would embody what he himself would look like when he became a King in the future, meaning he would ultimately be facing a future version of himself.

Yet at this very moment, he pushed the power of those slashes he had just unleashed to the absolute limit, bringing down a single blade.

"Could those prayer-masters be chasing after us using a train formed by their abilities?" Kenji Sakura picked up the backpack beside him, unzipped the opening to let Miaoyi crawl inside, and then slung the pack over his shoulder.

The big man's voice echoed across the entire plaza. Everyone nodded, yet everyone felt a chill running through their bones.

At that moment, Heohua opened the door and walked in, carrying her bag. Seeing Sun Hongwei inside her home, she froze in a daze—good heavens, he had actually pursued her all the way to her house!

I chuckled softly. My stubborn departure that day was, first, due to a reluctance to face someone from home after a long absence, and second, because I had believed he knew I was still alive yet pretended not to know, leaving me too resentful to turn back. Little did I expect that he would remember it for all this time.

One evening, Ouyang Lie suddenly told Lin Shan that they were going to move to a different place and instructed her to pack the clothes she was currently wearing. Lin Shan had no idea why and did not press him with questions. When it came to matters Ouyang Lie wished to keep to himself, even if she probed to the very bottom of the matter, he would never reveal a single half-word.

Bai Tang looked toward the newcomer—a man of about thirty, with quite upright features, though his face was weathered and deeply haggard. Bai Tang knitted her brows slightly, vaguely feeling that this person looked somewhat familiar.

For a moment, Lin Shan felt a flutter of insecurity in her heart, yet she stubbornly insisted that she did not know how to drive.

"Do you still refuse to reveal your true identity?" Ouyang Lie gave Lin Shan a gloomy look and began to strip off his clothes one piece at a time.

With a casual wave of his hand, the silvery-white crystal quietly merged into Luo Chen's body, and the light of Kalachakra along with the myriad inheritances of the Spiritual God Clan began to flow through his mind.

The younger generation was led by the eldest young master Yun Tianyi and the second young master Yun Tianshan, while the rest were merely there to pad out the numbers.

Therefore, alchemists capable of crafting high-tier weapons produced no more than three or four pieces a year. In a sense, high-tier weapons were even harder to come by than high-tier pills.

Her "son" was famously known throughout Qingzhou as a complete good-for-nothing; what possible benefit could there be in framing him?

"Jiang Yu-hai must have been keeping an eye on Zhang Bai-liang's affairs all along. By the way, have you mentioned the Yingmei Medicinal Wine project to anyone else?" Fu Yankai asked as he sat down on the sofa and reached for the remote control to turn on the television.

Lin Shan bid farewell to Luo Bei and Peter, feeling somewhat lost and unsettled in her heart. She hoped the two of them would successfully find the spices and return swiftly. Silently, she prayed for Luo Bei and Peter, though for some reason her heart remained filled with a lingering sense of melancholy and unease.