Volume One, Chapter 54: Uncle Situ

She walked to the entryway, but instead of opening the door immediately, she peered cautiously through the small, slightly blurred peephole of the old-fashioned security door.

The hallway was dim, and the motion-activated light seemed to have gone out just a moment ago.

Yan Nanfei arched his eyebrows and dropped his jaw, staring at Fu Hongxue in astonishment—even more astonished than if he had heard that the earth had torn open a gap.

Tie Gu sighed, yet there was a smile in her eyes as she said, "It seems she is barely even seven years old." Xin Gu sneered, "That depends entirely on where you are looking." Tie Gu smiled. Xin Gu continued, "Just look at her chest; I refuse to believe she has never touched a man." She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with jealousy.

He finally understood why the Resurrection Pill needed to be refined with the fire of the heart. If an ordinary person were to attempt it, even with a traditional alchemy cauldron, they would fall hopelessly into hallucinations and die of heart failure.

Early the next morning, amidst his grogginess, Cai Xu felt that it was about time to get up, but at that moment he truly did not want to move at all because of a splitting headache.

Before the eyes of everyone on the bloody battlefield, Zhang Fei—who had been charging forward on horseback with his serpent spear whirling into a blur—abruptly checked his newly launched charge. That dark, eight-foot-long serpent spear, amidst the howling thrusts that had just filled the sky, was actually blocked by a Wuhuan warrior wielding a broadsword.

Facing Yichen's image as a peerless supreme being, he could find no flaws whatsoever, and a sense of dread inevitably crept into his heart.

The rise and fall, prosperity and poverty of a dynasty can be directly reflected through the utensils used by rural peasant households.

"Water waves, human figures, emerge..." Absolon uttered these words intermittently before his breath failed him, and he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

Nearly moved to tears, Jiang Ning dialed Jianmu's phone and explained the situation, only to be met first with a furious tirade of scolding from Jianmu.

In those days, advertising on local television stations was exceptionally cheap, with costs so negligible they could almost be ignored; otherwise, Wu Bingxin’s Mangosteen Oral Liquid would never have adopted a "sea-of-people strategy" to run commercials across local stations nationwide.

Hearing what Xuan Yuanheng and the others had to say, Han Zhuo grasped the general idea. After bowing to the assembly, he proceeded to give a detailed account of the relevant circumstances.

Aside from possessing exceptionally profound spiritual power, Yang Jian also had uncanny footwork, which repeatedly caused Li Xuangang's attacks to miss their mark.

Naturally, regarding Malin's formation of vigilante squads at the estate and the port, both the police department and the defense forces chose to turn a blind eye—Malin must have reported the actions beforehand, and the provincial nobles were all well aware of it. The weapons used by the vigilante squads were mostly shotguns, the only type of hunting firearms civilians were permitted to own without a license.

To Ye Wuchen's surprise, however, there were quite a few powerful figures from the Wind and Moon Sect hidden within the Realm of Spiritual Metamorphosis.

Whenever the emperor visited the home of an official or a commoner, it was treated as monumental an event as the descent of the Polaris star. Whichever household he visited would enshrine the items the emperor had bestowed or used, praying that it would bring good fortune to their family.

Unable to scale the earthen wall for the moment, and forced to circle around it, they found that the rogue cultivator had already vanished without a trace.

Dizzy from the collision and barely regaining his senses, the staff member looked up to see an expression of aggrieved fury plastered across Bai Su's face.

Seeing this, the remaining chieftains dared not act rashly; they hurriedly mounted their spirit beasts and scattered, maintaining a cautious stance of observation.

"Mr. Malin, do you regret giving the carriage to them?" Number Eleven asked from behind.

He roared as he rose to his feet, attempting to lunge forward and wrestle with him, but in the end, he was tightly bound head-to-toe by the branches.