Volume 1, Chapter 58: Death by Routine

A flash of greedy desire swept across her eyes once more, and her gaze became completely glued in place.

Seeing that the magical beasts were all heading toward Diao Manrong, the remaining disciples realized the crisis was averted. For safety's sake, those who could climb trees scrambled up them one by one.

Pulling out her mobile phone and seeing the caller ID, a look of panic flashed across her eyes, and her hand holding the phone even trembled slightly.

After all... wisdom lies in self-awareness, and An Youran was all too clear about the limits of her own martial prowess.

That is: torturing anyone is fine, but you must never torment the apple of the Boss's eye. Even torturing the Boss himself would be better than torturing his precious sweetheart. That guarantees a summary execution with zero chance of a reprieve.

"Let go of me! Do you think I'm not heartbroken over what happened to your sister?" Li Moshan was already in a foul mood, and having someone badger him now only served to make him even more agitated and vexed.

What Nangong Ningshuang spoke was naturally the truth. Currently, among the Eight Gates of the Imperial Path, talents were withering away, and external talents were desperately needed to inject fresh blood into the families; otherwise, if things continued this way, they would only grow increasingly weak and withered.

The elderly imperial physician trembled as he placed his fingers on An Youran's wrist. An Youran let out a soft gasp, followed by a few coughs, and slowly opened her eyes.

After a long while, he suddenly took out his phone and tapped on a contact named "Darling." The screen displayed the prompt: "Delete contact?" Hesitating for a moment, Zhou Xuan clicked confirm.

A trace of crimson flashed through Xue Meng's eyes. If Langbao was to regain his sanity, the beast-sleep inducing potion within his body had to be forced out.

"Anything is fine as long as it's not Western food." Hearing that the young master was going out to eat, Lin Xinyao immediately straightened her posture and nodded happily.

"Huang Taiji still holds a card up his sleeve in Liaoning; he brought out less than one hundred thousand Eight Banner troops this time. This Crown Prince intends to contain the battlefield around the Kharachin region to form a pincer movement from the north and south with the main army in Liaoning." Crown Prince Zhu had no expectations whatsoever of the Ming forces inside the Pass; he would rather let them play hide-and-seek with Hooge and Dorgon, uncle and nephew.

"Bingchen brother, shall we board the ship first?!" As long as Bingchen brother was around, Bingxue would forget everything else. If Aijia's existence was something she deliberately ignored, then Ye Zi's presence was truly forgotten by her. Intimately linking her arm through Bingchen brother's, she walked toward the luxurious cruise ship.

Filled with joy, excitement, and elation, Tan Linlin never doubted Lin Yu's abilities. In her eyes, through all their time together, Lin Yu had always been an omnipotent man; it seemed any difficult problem, once in Lin Yu's hands, would become exceptionally simple and effortless.

Finally snapping out of it, Lin Xinyao hurried inside, but Dan Xiyu, who was walking out, pulled her along and dragged her right out of the kitchen.

"Ugh..." Mu Qingya shook off Le Qi's support, leaned against a nearby tree, and retched violently, wishing she could vomit out everything in her stomach.

Hearing this, Mo Shuiyang felt a surge of joy. Patting Wan Ziyan's shoulder, she praised, "It's still your brain that works! I was so infuriated by Ah Li that my mind went blank—why didn't I think of that?" She immediately instructed Wan Ziyan to gather troops, preparing to set off for Wuling the next day.

The head teacher walked into the classroom with a displeased expression. His stern gaze swept across the room and finally locked onto Ye Zi.

Zhou Chao looked up at the ceiling. Indeed, there was a huge coffin lid up there. It was so massive and looked extremely heavy; he wondered how it had been secured in place.

Hearing his son speak thus, Li Dashan found it hard to object. In truth, he understood his son's intentions—it was merely a way to show filial piety.

As soon as I stepped forward, Jackson mysteriously withdrew a stack of paper slips from his bosom and unfolded them for me one by one. As the slips opened up, a flush crept across his face, glowing like the peach blossoms of warm spring.

If Li Dongfang hadn't caught him skipping or neglecting these breathing and meditation exercises during every inspection, forcing him to practice, he wouldn't have bothered with such useless things—they were simply a waste of his time.

The reason you are compared to a pitiful wretch, when all is said and done, is that the Wind Continent is not a world where one can run amok through deceit and treachery; it relies on absolute strength, personal charm, and only lastly, schemes and stratagems.

This Great Wizard's physique was immensely powerful. As his bare feet struck the earth, it was as though he were stepping into loose sand; with every single step he took, he crushed a deep pit into the ground.

Seeing that it was effective, I once again cut a few incisions on the fat man's body. As my blood dripped inside, the black miasma instantly dissipated.

"Hey! Zhu Wei, what has gotten into you?" Le Feng suddenly asked, noticing the other man's look of utter astonishment and sudden comprehension, as if he knew some sort of inside story.

No matter the circumstances, a sect's senior disciple always held immense privileges. With Li Dongfang's capabilities, becoming his senior disciple certainly wouldn't put one at a disadvantage.

Tsunayasu Kagura, who was originally being protected behind Isayama Yomi, saw Isayama Yomi subdued by Wang Chen in an instant. Instead of fleeing as Yomi had instructed, she anxiously attempted to attack Wang Chen to rescue her.

The person sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Xia, while Rhode occupied the back seat. Having departed from the commercial firm, Rhode had already driven this magic crystal vehicle for dozens of miles and was now quite proficient at operating it.

As long as time permitted, I believe one of those Barugmos would eventually devour the soul of the carrion-eating lotus and become another "Supreme Heavenly Ancestor."

In less than three days, Pan Siyuan, the director of the First Textile Factory, and Deputy Director Hu Daming, along with a group of five people, were all thrown into prison. In under a week, their charges were finalized, and they were sentenced to punishments ranging from death to life imprisonment.

"My apologies, Princess!" Tu Lei glanced at the prince's equally gloomy expression and hurriedly retreated outside the cave.

To ensure safety, Wu Jie finally employed his Healing Spell, which had now reached level 2. It was his ultimate life-saving skill, and 7,000 health points undoubtedly yielded miraculous, immediate results for him at his current stage.

When a law receives the faith of the majority, that law grows formidable, and the divine persona representing it brims with divine power after absorbing that power of faith. Naturally, the deity possessing such a divine persona swells with divine might. This was precisely why the vast majority of deities ultimately required faith above all else.