Volume 1, Chapter 51: Being Upset and Giving Him the Silent Treatment

"Heh, so, the key figure who can pull so many threads together is probably not someone he would willingly hand over to you. Even if he wanted to, the royal family wouldn't allow it. With his full brother in the picture, this person is going to be really hard to deal with."

"One million four hundred thousand taels!" Lin Wushuang roared, pretending to be full of confidence. He wanted to drive up the price of the Ten-Thousand Herb Essence Pill and make Ximen Zhuixue bleed heavily.

Riviera hurriedly grabbed the arm locked around her neck with one hand, bent her other arm, and smashed her elbow backward with force.

"I truly didn't misjudge people. That child Yueran really knows how to keep Ziming in check," Jiang Hexun remarked.

Inside a café in the downtown area, Wang Kexin hurried through the door with a look of astonishment on her face. Her pretty eyes swept across the surroundings, finally landing on a man sitting in the corner, and she walked over in two or three strides.

The grass here was specially tended by gardeners; the soil had been turned over and fertilized, so it ought to have been packed down tightly. It hadn't rained these past few days, making the earth prone to forming hard clumps. Aside from this cluster of vines and bushes, the ground beneath the patches of grass both in front and behind consisted of solid, dried clumps of earth. Stepping on them gave a feeling of utter hardness.

"I'm not tired," Long Shuai shook his head and said with deep affection, "Seeing you sleep so soundly, I can't feel any fatigue at all."

As the man was walking through the city, he suddenly felt that something was amiss, as if something had gone missing.

Tang Zi'an smiled slightly to himself. How could this mischievous Xi'er not know what the word "bastard" meant? She was simply saying it aloud on purpose in front of everyone.

After all, under normal circumstances, when trying to comprehend the sword intent on the peak, one would take out a long sword to practice and simultaneously unleash their sword intent, causing it to resonate with the sword intent of the mountain.

"Whoosh!" Liu Sijia and Therman could no longer breathe. Even though the target of that gunshot was not them, they both sensed the sheer terrifying power of the shot, which could easily pierce right through them like skewered candied haws.

Lin Yu slashed out with his long sword, sending forth a fierce blade of energy that cleaved through the air. Sword shadows and scythes intersected, leaving a series of deep sword and saber marks 'puchi, puchi' upon the nearby ground.

Upon hearing that there was nothing supernatural here, Old Wei let out a sigh of relief and took out some wine and food from his backpack.

The Tree Demon King cried out in despair, its voice exceptionally shrill. At the same time, the countless corpses hanging from its body began to wail and curse along with it. They did not hate Yang Jian; instead, they loathed the Tree Demon King. Even if they were to flee into the netherworld of the Nine Hys, they would never forget this deep grudge.

Ignoring Kuang Fengli, Liu Yifeng turned and walked out of the inn, standing in the middle of the street to wait for Kuang Fengli's arrival.

With the large ships leading the way, the fleet of passenger boats was finally able to dock. Yu Tiao stepped forward to pay his respects to Shen Chong, but Shen Chong, having previously heard about Yu Liang's affairs, refused to grant him a pleasant expression.

Hearing Shen Zhezhi speak thus, Huan Wen burst into laughter, vigor returning to his expression. He bowed to Shen Zhezhi with cupped hands, though he said nothing further.

Had it not been for the hidden ailments inflicted upon him in secret by Chen Deyuan, how could he have felt so restrained when facing a blue-tier master? Thinking of this, Zhang Zhen felt an even greater hatred for the nether-beast Chen Deyuan.

His transformation into a zombie was fundamentally a mystery. Driven by the desire to unravel this puzzle as well as the truth of his past life, he simply could not bring himself to stop.

A flash of displeasure crossed Fu Duoduo's eyes. She thought to herself that while Green Chrysanthemum usually seemed honest and not particularly sharp, she actually knew how to use her brain at a crucial moment, even going so far as to bring up the First Madam to plead her case. Yet she was still too naive, failing to conceal her intentions and blurting out her thoughts so directly, thereby cutting off any room for maneuver.

As time passed, more and more Hexi troops scaled the city wall. Led by commanders such as Kang Long and Wang Zhongde, they slaughtered the defending forces, leaving them completely unable to fight back.

Though he possessed only rudimentary military experience, he still felt that this plan was far too crude.

She stretched her limbs, and suddenly her gaze turned sharp. A blue radiance flashed in her palm, followed by a swift carp-leap attack fiercely launched toward me.

Sun Yibin, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was utterly speechless. Meeting a steel-forged wolf-tooth club with bare fists—and actually denting the weapon out of shape—and to think that was just considered a warm-up exercise! Just how terrifying was Ling Tian's true strength? Sun Yibin hardly dared to imagine it.

"The location is the National Centre for the Performing Arts! All the world-renowned major orchestras will be present, and the public performances will last for three days. Most importantly, on the evening of the third day, that is when we take the stage to perform. Speaking of which, we are actually taking advantage of being the hosts. In the past, we always went on first, and once our performance was over, we could practically pack our bags and go home."

Cargo ships sailed eastward along the Wei River out of the Guanzhong region, then entered the Great River, and finally docked at the ferry pier.

I collapsed and sat on the ground, my complexion terrifyingly pale. The blow this matter dealt to me was simply too massive.

Right at that moment, catching Fu Duoduo off guard, the lips that had been pressed together suddenly parted forcefully, swallowing the tip of her finger inside.

Deep within the Star of Dawn, inside another magnificent hall, a slender, youthful figure with a pair of pointed ears was leaning over something resembling a wellhead, looking down at the activity inside the well.

Yet why would she suddenly treat me with such indifference? I could only think of one possible reason: when she went to the sanatorium to investigate the matters concerning Hu Xun and Jian Dan, she uncovered some evidence proving that I was indeed not the Hu Xun she knew, but rather Jian Dan.