Volume 1, Chapter 36: A Verdant Cap Is the Most Becoming

This is less a matter of being ingrained in the Japanese bloodline and more something etched into their very genes.

"Brother, is this the only reason you brought us here today? Isn't this just daylight robbery? Who steals from their own younger brother?" Dongliang, unaware that Li Chunshan had only intended for this meal to be a way to get them out, stood up to leave the moment he heard Sankan speak.

These incompatible detectors were not based on immortality techniques or Taoist sorcery. While incorporating such arts would certainly make them more sophisticated and powerful, the problem of stealth could not be resolved that way.

Deep down, he felt a grudging admiration for Yan Luo. It seemed the man had some real skill to have managed to escape from such a powerhouse—or at the very least, to have made it to this location.

As soon as he stepped into the stone wall, the scenery before him changed drastically. Thick fog swirled ahead, creating a mysterious atmosphere as if veiled in a layer of gossamer silk.

Mufan felt a jolt of alarm. He had been inside for so long and yet had failed to notice another person in the courtyard; it appeared this fellow’s concealment techniques were quite extraordinary.

The City Lord’s official warrant featured specialized anti-counterfeiting measures; nowhere in Sangye City besides the City Lord’s Mansion could replicate such a thing. Furthermore, these warrants were rarely shown to outsiders, making forgery even more difficult.

"Something better?" Amidst Jiang Yuerong’s puzzled gaze, Ba Fenghan moved his hands. Threads of power gathered in his palms, igniting a raging inferno. It was the Samadhi True Fire he had summoned from within himself. Zhuang Juxian, who had been watching closely, was momentarily stunned, a sudden possibility occurring to him.

With a "whoosh," several ghost fires flew into the scene. Zhang Ling was baffled—why would ghost fires appear at such a critical moment? Yet, this interference was just enough; the two ghost messengers didn't pause to investigate and immediately hauled Priest Chan Hui away.

Qian Zaiye maintained his usual tone with Priest Mingjing, who frowned slightly, sensing that nothing pleasant was about to be said.

Upon waking in the early morning, he received news that Empress Dowager Niu had passed away. He rushed to change his clothes and hurry to the palace, having no time to process the news.

He had always looked down upon Gu Qingyan. Now, seeing the person he held dearest in his heart throwing herself into Gu Qingyan’s arms time and again right before his eyes, how could he remain calm?

Xie Liangguang was momentarily dazed at the sight of a sorrow on her face he had never witnessed before. Once he regained his senses, a violent, stabbing pain pierced his heart.

If I could grade the assignments clearly, I would surely learn the material myself. Moreover, Teacher Jiang would re-examine every assignment I graded, so she was merely using her clever wisdom to hone my abilities.

I gasped in my heart, only to see deep red blood beads well up once again from the forehead of the still-seated Bai Xuan. Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, they drifted and seeped, one by one, into the forehead of Priest Qingya.

Reporting to the police had become an expected routine; I no longer felt any emotional fluctuation regarding it. Yet, every time she called the police, she would remind me: "You are pathetic."

In truth, nowhere was safe anymore except for the Ability Base, but paths are made by walking them; she had no reason to sit and wait for death.

Within fifteen seconds, several fire extinguishers joined the rescue effort. Simultaneously, an M113 armored personnel carrier marked with a Red Cross on its side sped over from the street corner.

Qin Zhen needed to return to build up his strength and seize Shuzhong, which had been occupied by barbarian tribes for years. Once the Huazhong nation was sufficiently powerful, let alone becoming a leader of allies, if Qin Zhen were to sweep across the eight wildernesses, unify the six directions, and declare himself Emperor... Xun Lingjun had truly never contemplated such a scenario.

Lu Qianxi also noticed that all the generals beside Zhao Lian were nothing more than blurred silhouettes; it was impossible to discern who was who.

Gu Qingling inquired about the wedding arrangements with concern. Seeing that Madam Yao had everything properly prepared, she did not interfere, merely stating that she had prepared some dowry for Yao Anxin, which would be delivered in advance.

Seeing the situation, Lu Zixun and Lu Zita instinctively grabbed their first-aid kits and headed toward the three elders of the Lu family.

These words pierced Xiao Yang’s ears, dripping with irony. This man had absolutely no bottom line when it came to deceiving her.

Among these powerful factions, since no one could defeat Dai Yunfeng in a duel of the same cultivation level, they wanted Ye Qiu to step up.

When they were escorted to the Yizhou City Magistrate’s Office, several of the soldiers were quite indignant.

Because this was a historical palace drama, Director Wang brought her to a side hall and immediately began berating her for falling into the water that day.

As Guo Siwei caught her breath, she saw Xiao Yang in the mirror. Her eyes were blood-red, as if she were an Asura from the depths of hell.

Embarrassed to the point of no return, Lu Ziran had no choice but to brazenly say, "Yes, you saw it just now; I was indeed on a blind date."

It was as if Hibarian could finally voice the words that had been weighing on her heart for so long, with no one to tell them to until now; she spoke to Lanchi.

The Que Mu caravan, which had set out in advance the night before, had perished on a hillside only thirty yards away. Not a single soul survived, and the camp below had heard absolutely nothing.

The mercenaries who were struck, even while wearing bulletproof vests, were forcibly pierced by the javelins. Furthermore, vines immediately sprouted from the wounds, locking them in place.