Volume 1, Chapter 60: Warm and Fragrant Jade

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Under the cover of night, Lu Peng advanced along a bizarre path, stopping intermittently, and soon vanished outside the courtyard.

Bath’s heart was bleeding; the reality that time could not be reversed played out right before his eyes.

The Three Forbidden Blade Techniques were ultimate moves taught to him by Uncle Mu. Not to mention dealing with sages of the same realm, even slaying true monarchs would pose no problem.

"The Ling family, Hong Kong's premier medical family, people of the Ling family!" Ling Ran lifted her chin, resembling a proud peacock.

Although they were still within the Law Palace, compared to before, they could no longer leave even if they wanted to.

Initially, he wanted to merge the Triad and the Qinghe Society, ideally bringing them under his control, but now it seemed far from simple.

Driven by instinctive goodwill, Gufan could not bear to see smudges of soot on that delicate, flower-like face, so he involuntarily reached out a finger and gently stroked Tang Yi's flawless skin from top to bottom, wiping away the dark soot.

An alluring scene of this caliber threw Gufan's body into a state of wild turbulence. The spiritual energy within him instantly surged, darting up and down, and his nosebleed uncooperatively began to flow, his face flushing crimson.

"Hmph!" Gao Huaide slanted his eyes. "I'll go get things ready for you. Wu Ji has already told you about the situation at Kunlun Mountain!" At this, Gao Huaide's expression turned somewhat gloomy. Back then, being forced by his own family to the point where he dared not return home to recuperate and heal his wounds would forever remain an unhealable thorn in his heart.

His hands grew restless, tugging at her dress. She knew what this meant and pressed her hands against her final line of defense below. Yet he smiled even more triumphantly, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Emperor Renzong of Song, Zhao Zhen, was a wealthy man—arguably the wealthiest among all emperors—so he could afford to be quite willful.

Walking toward the source of the aura, just as he was about to reach out and dig the object out, a large hand plunged into the hard stone wall ahead of him, extracting the gemstone that radiated a faint blue light.

Ye Qiu lowered his gaze to Sister Lan's hand, a trace of disgust flashing across his face where Sister Lan could not see it.

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Whether Gongsun Ce felt any guilt was unknown, but that shameless fellow Zhe Da certainly lacked such elevated emotions.

Yesterday, they had treated him like a pig being prepped for slaughter, shoving him into hot water, scrubbing his fur, and exfoliating his skin, stopping just short of poking his nostrils with a fire poker. If they were to do it all over again today, he'd be ready to be served on a plate.

Her slender, fair neck and half-exposed shoulders partially visible, with water droplets clinging to her like transparent pearls, presented a breathtakingly captivating sight.

Not only had the scars on her body healed, but her sleek, beautiful golden fur had also grown back.

Regrettably, no miracle occurred. Fourth Brother's wife and son had already breathed their last.

Amidst these words, the giant sword suddenly shattered with a crisp click, as if dissolving into something, flowing bit by bit into Ye's body.

Xinyi repeatedly pondered Qiu Ren's words, feeling that it made complete sense, and immediately broke into a cheerful smile.

With Zhou Tong's current divine demon body-refining cultivation at the perfection of the Violet Mansion, even if he used only the first transformation of the Star-Plucking Hand, at most a few dozen full-power strikes would completely exhaust his divine power.

However, having risen to their level, they naturally all knew the side effects of harboring ulterior motives and issuing conflicting commands, especially when facing a risk of this magnitude.

After all, no matter how powerful martial artists were, they were still human and could not go without sleep. Amidst battling monsters, they also needed a place to rest and recuperate.

"It seems hypnosis truly has magical powers. I'd love to learn it, but Senior Brother is too busy and simply has no time to teach me," Wu Han said with a deep sense of regret.

Ordinarily, although Fairy Baizhi's door remained closed, it would always open on herb-gathering days. Because Fairy Baizhi needed to transport a large quantity of medicinal herbs back to her room, she would leave the door wide open—a fact Ji Chen had discovered quite by accident.

Lu Chen was noncommittal, still standing against the light, lifting his head to gaze at a patch of sky in the west. The glow of the sunset dyed half the western sky red, and the intertwining warm orange-red hues brought a touch of warmth to the autumn day.

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As the saying goes, there is no time to lose. Having reached a consensus, Feng Tian had no intention of giving Li Gang any breathing room; he directly struck, slashing a sword toward Li Gang.

Up ahead, the red-faced old怪 (fiend), besieged by four powerful experts, was gradually failing to hold his ground, his aura growing chaotic. He wanted to leave, but how could the four allow him to go?

With that, the force in Ning Douyu's hands suddenly 'doubled.' Xiong Yezi turned her head and rolled her eyes, seemingly disdainful of Ning Douyu's strength, yet she continued acting, letting out a couple of pleading cries from her mouth.

Dugu Wanqian and the injured Murang Xiejun continued retreating nonstop until they reached a point where there was nowhere left to retreat.

"If I wanted to talk to you nicely, I would've done so from the start. I didn't want to bother with you, yet you moron insisted on chasing after me!" Momo halted his momentum and dropped to the ground.

Surrounded by countless naval and infantry soldiers, Luo Changfeng caught sight of two figures breaking through the air like the wind from afar. With a few swift leaps, the two figures landed atop the highest watchtower of the camp.

"Clan Chief, perhaps the catastrophe of the Immortal Spirit Continent is about to arrive. We must prepare ourselves," said the shaman priest Yaocang.

Haiwa was relatively innocent and trusted Qin Zhao deeply, so she believed most of what Qin Zhao said.

This tormenting fate and the rejection of natural elemental spiritual power within his body had caused Senior Brother Qingming twenty years of agonizing torture.

"Cough, cough," Boyle coughed a few times. "Thank you for your understanding, Councilor Jiang." With that, Boyle prepared to leave. As he passed by Jiang Feng, he said seemingly inadvertently, "If not for the masked man, I wouldn't have ended up like this, sigh." The voice was very low, yet just loud enough for Jiang Feng to hear while maintaining the appearance of not speaking directly to him.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "Of course it's true. I originally belonged to the Nangong family; my name is Nangong Feng. It's just that I've used the surname Jiang for so many years that I don't want to change it and am not used to it, but my children can take the surname Nangong."

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