Chapter 48: Vengeance for Every Grievance

Yi Shuihan was puzzled by Wei Meng's expression, wondering if she had misjudged him. When Wei Meng had caught the ball mid-air, he had leapt a full four meters high—something no ordinary person could achieve. Nor could any mortal possess the speed Wei Meng had exhibited when intercepting the ball; thus, Yi Shuihan suspected he had used the secret technique known as "Ascending Copy."

Perhaps it was the exhaustion of recent days, for before long, she drifted into sleep. Ever since the contract had been signed, problems had followed one after another. Yet whenever she remembered it was all for her mother's bracelet, she found the hardships bearable.

Ling Luo glanced back; the room's décor was unlike any ordinary interior. Dark cloths hung all around, each painted with ghostly figures. Though it was daytime, the space was sealed tight against any sunlight, illuminated only by orange flames flickering on the walls.

Some shamans from Miao lands could summon the spirits of departed kin, forming a spectral image that would hide within the shaman’s sleeve and speak to the living. If there were things left unsaid in life, they could reveal them now, called back from death.

But with my intelligence, how could I possibly believe such nonsense? That's why I left you a note: when you read this diary, it means history has been changed, and tragedy can be avoided.

"Cough, cough, cough!" When Eric returned and saw her dazed, lovestruck expression, he instantly knew she was lost in her own world again.

Sha Zhongba was convinced that the divine artifact these people sought must be the one symbolized by "¤."

Interrupted by Jiu Qianliu, the vision in his mind vanished like smoke in the wind.

His conclusion was based only on the limited information he’d seen—a hypothesis, highly plausible but still needing further research and proof before it could be deemed true or false, accurate or incomplete.

Hua Ling Luo talked the whole day, freezing herself stiff, her speech faltering, yet the person encased in ice remained utterly still.

Just as Cao Qingyu was about to speak, a clamorous sound erupted at the barbecue shop’s entrance, disrupting the quiet harmony of the commercial street.

The layout here was like a labyrinth, twisting and winding. At first, they could remember the way back, but after two minutes of turns, they became completely disoriented.

"You said, as long as I can do it, I’ll cooperate with all my might." Gao Hua’s words rekindled hope in Zhang Duangong’s heart; after all, scraping by in remote places, survival was the most ordinary thing for him.

Yue Ge knew well her stingy habits; if they really split up and left, she’d probably complain about it for ages afterward.

"Damn, still no news!" Fat Jiang cursed furiously. If he weren’t at home, he would’ve started smashing things already. But his wife’s dominance—and his deep love for her—kept him in check.

Once she finished what needed to end, a new beginning awaited. She felt neither lost nor anxious about the future, perhaps because she was not alone.

The fire itself was meant to highlight their courage in the face of danger, their direct involvement, and their fearless command of rescue efforts—the very qualities society and the people needed.

At that time, a supreme cultivator was dodging terrifying enemies in a dangerous secret realm, and in the midst of his desperate flight, he unwittingly entered an ancient cultivator’s cave.

Ye Feng’s skills were all visible to Shadow’s eyes, but here, the erosion had altered the effects, leaving Ye Feng unable to recognize the person before him.

After reaching an agreement, Zheng Junyue handed a hundred thousand spirit stones to Ye Hualin, instructing him to buy a shop in Wanyue City and renovate it. Zheng Junyue would then arrange for a few disciples from the Flowing Cloud Sect to join the venture.

After waiting at the door for a while, the landlord from the phone arrived—a man in his fifties, weathered and tough.

Miao Xiaotian could hardly bear being spoken to that way by Zhong Mei; he certainly didn’t want to leave a poor impression in her heart.

Before the two organizations committed actual crimes, they remained legitimate civilian groups.

Jin Wu, hearing this, didn’t press further. Since Yi Feng had declined, there was no point in saying more.

It was no wonder the acting teacher, Zou Ming, said her temperament resembled that of Hu Yinmeng. Since Hu Yinmeng’s debut, she had always been known for her long, straight black hair.

"Lord Mayor, do you see any promising talent among my Chen family’s children?" The head of the Chen clan asked with hope.

Upon receiving the report, Luo Youde immediately notified the township, the support units, and the village cadres.

Qin Yang’s bones had long since been replaced with those of a Nile crocodile, ten times stronger than cattle bone—how could Daril possibly withstand that?

Yin Tianzheng, seeing she was reasonable and not aggressive, simply recounted the events in brief.

After tidying up the house, Meng Yue sat on the sofa, once again feeling like a walking corpse, her spirit utterly drained.

The topic collapsed several times, and the intensity only increased. Online fans, watching the live broadcast, flooded the screen with frantic comments.

In her mind, Xiao Yanwei's face suddenly appeared—a plain visage, except for his eyes, which held a fierce resolve. One glance could drag someone into the mire.

Dust Extinguisher’s longsword became a streak of white light, impossibly fast, its tip striking the reverse scale of the Thunder Dragon.

He coldly instructed his servant, the chilly wind whipping around his waist, making him shiver.

After that blow, Xu Feng dared not be careless, bolting away and leaping to dodge every move Li Jing made.

Traversing mountains and rivers, braving countless hardships and mortal danger, he had obtained the spirit medicine with his own skill—how could he give it away for nothing?

This basement was originally an emergency shelter, surrounded by reinforced concrete and steel plates.

Observing closely, Nangong Shengrui’s intuition proved right. His sons, it seemed, were genuinely grateful for the matter concerning Lady Hui and truly wished to forge an alliance.