Volume 1, Chapter 27: Suspending Hair from the Beam and Piercing the Thigh with an Awl

Indeed—she had focused only on the details and overlooked the broader picture.

He was an envoy sent to Fanyang under the instructions of Princess Changle, and the communication with General Gao had been handled entirely by him. Although he held only the title of a Director in the Ministry of Rites at the time, his actual power was far greater than that.

Now, Old Man Lin was begging him to leave. Five dollars was back to the level Lin Yongcheng had earned in the military, but human appetite only grows with indulgence. Having tasted the sweetness of fifteen dollars and frequently supplementing his family's income, the drop back to the five-dollar era was simply too steep.

Therefore, Daoist He could only focus all his energy on observing and investigating everywhere.

Supported by him, the Third Prince was quite obedient and immediately reported the situation to his father, the Emperor. Since they had ascended the mountain, over sixteen hundred imperial guards and officials' family members had gone missing from the temporary palace, including the trusted confidants of high-ranking officials like Prime Minister Du.

The center of the attention from the concubines just now was indeed Qianhuli. Her complexion was rosy, showing no signs of illness at all; in fact, Tan Ange found her rather smug.

Lin Yulang was dizzy with busyness, ordering the maids to serve dishes while simultaneously chatting with the Song family relatives.

That was out of the question; the Three Sovereigns of the Fire Cloud Palace were still present. They were figures who could interact with the Sages as equals, not someone the current Great Emperor Ziwei could afford to offend.

However, the spiritual awakening required pure true blood, and all of it combined would barely cover the bottom of the wooden bowl.

If the Great Emperor Xuanyuan knew that someone was using his Xuanyuan Sword to duel with a vicious wolf, he would likely be angry enough to come back to life.

This item cost fifteen thousand consumption points, and its appearance exceeded Qi Ping’s expectations; it was just a plain white box.

A jet of water surged from the surface of the lake. Amidst the roaring sound, the water fell in layers, splashing and leaping, churning and rolling, crashing against the bank to send plumes of water skyward, scattering sprays like great trees.

After shouting to those behind him, Wu Ze raised the large blade in his hand and charged toward the trucks ahead.

Zhong Zifeng understood that this time, he was truly gone, disappearing from this world without leaving a single trace. Even with all the mental preparation he had made in advance, he still could not calmly face this moment.

With a heart full of ripples, Wu Ze reached out and pulled Tong Xiaoxiao into his arms. After taking a deep breath to steady himself, he gently pushed her away.

Lianqiao stepped forward and bowed respectfully. Ye Jinyan watched as Song Xiang stood straight, waiting for the reception of the Old Master Medicine Evil, but to their surprise, he did not respond for a long time.

"Since you cannot teach him, then let me do it," Xue Shenxing said, looking up at the sky with an air of complete confidence.

However, Chu Nan slowly found himself in a difficult position, as he suddenly felt the internal energy he had drawn in leaking away at a high speed. He wanted to lower his arms, but they felt as stiff as if they were paralyzed, completely unable to move.

Every time Huo Xiaojue slept in the same bed with his wife, he was extra careful to keep his distance, fearing that the scent would make him lose control. But now, Lu Guxing was bold, hooking her leg around his body and pressing against him, sending that milky fragrance straight to the tip of his nose.

The surging Water-Filth Thunder flooded the massive venue in a matter of seconds, transforming it into a pitch-black pool.

He discovered that the lingering chime of bells between heaven and earth continued to ring, honing his divine consciousness to an astonishing degree.

Jiang Bohong's expression turned ugly instantly, but he could not chase after them, and could only watch with a livid face as everyone dispersed.

Even the bed was constructed from bricks and plywood, looking exactly like a morgue slab.