Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Porcelain Is Calling Me

There is still plenty of time; we can settle this score slowly.

"Let us begin, everyone please take your seats."

At Grandpa's command, the family members took their places at the table.

As soon as I sat down, Grandpa picked up a chicken leg and placed it in my bowl; it was tender, plump, and delicious.

I smiled slightly at Grandpa: "Anything Grandpa serves tastes the best."

Fu Tingxiao could not help but curve the corners of his lips.

He had always been exceptionally picky about food. If something was not to his liking, he would not even touch his chopsticks, let alone behave as he did today.

Zhao Lin had originally intended to use the energy value mechanic to wear down Cledding. Although he lacked the capability to kill Cledding outright, exhausting him through the drain of energy values and stripping away his will to fight might at least afford a sliver of a chance to escape.

Over there, because the blizzard season had arrived once again, snow fell in torrents across the sky. The sword cultivators of the Purple Origin Sword Sect had condensed a barrier, shutting out the howling wind and snow completely, which naturally blocked Yuan Yuan's spiritual sense from piercing through as well.

That night had passed quite peacefully, but she wondered how Suisu was doing now and needed to go check on her immediately.

Under the formidable assault of the fifth-tier spell, Duanmu Yong's defensive artifact shield—despite boasting a high grade of upper-tier level four—was still sent flying instantly, leaving a nearly piercing fracture across its surface.

Furthermore, this method was being embraced by a growing number of people, imbuing it with even richer symbolic meanings.

No sooner had the words fallen than the imperial guards stepped forward one by one, with an air that suggested they were fully prepared to strip off his trousers right then and there.

"Do you want His Majesty to find out about this?" The Empress Dowager suddenly turned around, casting a sidelong glance at her kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, the Blood Emperor was completely enveloped within a mass of blood qi, making it impossible for Luo baixuan and the other two to discern the situation inside.

The blade's edge gleamed with an icy, grim frost, faintly radiating a bloody hue. It was truly an incomparably sharp weapon of slaughter. As long as Zang Feng gently pushed it forward, Di Lingyue's exquisitely beautiful face would inevitably face the risk of being disfigured.

"I'll say it again: no matter what lies ahead, we must find the sunken wreck. Zhongyi, are you still able to go into the sea?" Old Mai looked at me and asked. In truth, I knew very well in my heart that he was hoping I would make the dive.

Nan Gonglingyun and Nan Gongwentian were rather busy, so Yang Tianlong did not keep the two of them accompanying him the entire time.

With a sudden bound and a flick of his Nine-Dragon imperial robe, Murong Feng sat cross-legged before the zither table. His ten slender fingers pressed upon the strings, his clear eyes half-closed, as if he had already stepped into the profound realm of the zither melody.

Lord Cui, standing to one side, was momentarily stunned, pondering to himself: Although my Underworld is one of the three realms, this place is the domain of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the gathering place of wandering ghosts, devoid of bustling night markets and scenic landscapes alike. What on earth could be the Heavenly Honored One's intention in insisting on staying here?

Qin Zhuang also chimed in: "What older sister Xuan says is true, this concubine also feels a Taiyi physician must be summoned to examine her at once!" The several imperial concubines standing behind Qin Zhuang echoed the sentiment in succession.

The Taoist in black walked with the steady, powerful stride of a dragon and a tiger, exuding a majestic and unyielding aura of battle. Although he had deliberately used magic to alter his countenance, the profound vicissitudes in his eyes—the mark of one who had conquered lands far and wide, emerging victorious and triumphant in every battle he ever fought—could never be concealed.

While they were speaking, someone had already stepped up onto the divine combat stage to assist the young martial artist named Zhou Guang down. Although he had not suffered any fatal injuries, he would still need five or six days of rest and recuperation to fully recover.

Because Corpse-Dissolving Pills could only be crafted by the King of Darkness across the entire world, and now that the King of Darkness was dead, it meant this substance had lost its source entirely. Qingxin had once attempted to manufacture such evil Corpse-Dissolving Pills herself, but utterly failed; the formulation was simply too miraculous.

Jiao Ba was not angry either; instead, he burst into hearty laughter. It seemed that after surviving this disaster, the bond between the two of them had deepened significantly. Watching this, I felt quite gratified. Things should have been this way all along—when braving the seas, they were brothers who ought to look out for one another.