Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Valley Spring Startles the Hidden Stone (Part 2)

It is not that the netherworld lacks strong winds, but the surging immortal energy, which stirs up a soft and soothing breeze, is quite unique.

With Elder Huang speaking up, Zhou Yitong found it difficult to press further, though she applied a bit more force than necessary while bandaging his wounds.

This laboratory seemed endless, its long corridor resembling the intestines of a giant beast. Su Zaozao sneezed the moment she arrived; her constitution was rather frail, and she struggled to adapt to the sudden shift from a warm bed to the eerie, chilling laboratory.

"Tiantian, didn't you just say this morning that your stomach was upset? Are you sure you should be eating this much?" Ye Chu looked at her with a cryptic smile.

"Look at how you say that; it’s truly heartless. They say the elderly are sentimental, so how did you end up so cold-blooded? Are you planning to disown your own kin as well?" Qin Fengyi was deeply dissatisfied with his master's words.

Amidst a thunderous roar, the phantom of a towering ancient tree suddenly emerged, piercing the heavens and devouring the spiritual energy of the void. It then rapidly condensed into a sword of soul power and slashed down toward Yun Mu.

Consequently, what began as a critique of the various drawbacks of increasing commercial taxes turned into a session dedicated to criticizing Xue Tinghuai, until Emperor Jiacheng grew so impatient that he declared the matter would be discussed another day, bringing the morning court to an end.

Two guards kept a firm watch over Rong Qing as the group set out in the dead of night. Zhao Conggui held a fan, Zhu Yu carried an incense burner to ward off mosquitoes, and Yu Xian took the lead with a lantern to light the way, surrounding Xie Mao as they walked out of the inn, followed closely by six other guards who had been stationed in the inner courtyard.

Some things do not need to be taught with words. Years ago, Yi Feishi moved so lightly and silently that Rong Shun never knew when he arrived or left. Now that Yi Feishi has attained sainthood, his footsteps have become audible—could it be that his cultivation has regressed?

Lying in Mo Bai’s office, Li Dadao felt immensely happy, despite the fact that the floor was merely simple, uneven concrete. This was an old office building, and all future constructions would be nothing but wattle-and-daub huts, devoid of any modern architectural amenities.

The anti-tank missile finally entered the range of Mo Bai’s spiritual sense. Mo Bai continued to drive; his range was approximately three miles, and the missile reached the vicinity of the truck almost instantly.

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The next day, Hua Xiong received orders from Lu Bu and led his infantry to the mountainous region north of Dongwuyang, where two rivers, the Ze and the Rui, flowed through the area.

This portal had no discernible color; it seemed both nonexistent and present. To an ordinary person, there was nothing there, yet their instincts would whisper that a great gate stood before them.

Eight gunshots resulted in eight corpses falling to the ground. Seven of them had been struck directly in the head, dying cleanly and swiftly; even the trace of disdain that had previously lingered on their faces seemed frozen in place.

As this special substance appeared within his soul, his spirit seemed to undergo a transformation, becoming more powerful and mysterious.

Wu Zhen was a regional inspector. Aside from being rather snobbish, he was vain. He was neither greedy nor lecherous; he had only one hobby: antiques, calligraphy, and paintings.

Chai Rong, burning with fever and dazed, crawled onto the donkey cart obediently. He smiled at the Noble Consort, then collapsed against her thigh and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

However, Mo Bai could only struggle to raise his hands in front of him—a gesture of surrender. That was right; Mo Bai had surrendered within three moves.

Watching the completed wood carving, the audience was full of praise, with many expressing a desire to purchase it, offering high prices.

Although it was only a single crocodile, it was difficult to handle at the moment. The best approach was to use long branches to distract it and drain its stamina as much as possible before making further plans.

She didn't know why she had cried yesterday or what exactly Old Man Chen had said to her. Chen Yanxi hadn't let anything slip over the phone today; it was likely the matter hadn't been discovered yet.

"Don't worry, Madam. I'll go get some water for you to wash up." The servant nearby hurried toward the restroom.

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In truth, whether before or after crossing over, Su Jinxi was never someone who could easily trust others.

He gripped Su Yucheng’s hands tightly; seeing his younger brother in such a state, it was impossible for him not to feel pained.

Not only that, but the moment I landed underground, I felt every pore on my body open up. The underground was supposed to be cold, yet a wind—from where, I knew not—poured into my body, or perhaps it was merely a hallucination brought on by the silent environment.

No one could handle a poison corpse; they were considered invincible and unstoppable. She never imagined that Su Jinxi could actually deal with one.

To show her that I meant no harm, I cooperated by taking three or four steps back. As she looked up at me, the stiff, tree-bark-like wrinkles on her face trembled slightly.

"A-Che, tell me your conditions then. What must I do for you to give me the SIM card?" Gu Anxing clenched her fists after speaking. If Su Yucheng refused again, she would have to find another way.

"Jingle-ling! Jingle-ling..." The doorbell rang. Beibei looked up with a piece of beef in its mouth, blinking at the door in hesitation. Should it go open the door?

Guessing Ling Miao’s thoughts, Su Yuyang grabbed him before he could move and dragged him toward his room. Ling Miao struggled in terror, but Su Yuyang’s grip only tightened. Ling Miao was certain his wrist would be left with a red mark.

"Jin!!" Baobei screamed hysterically. Mu Rongjin finally lowered his raised fist and stood up to look at her imploring gaze; his heart felt as if it were being torn apart.