Volume One, Chapter 54: I’ve Been Reported

Perhaps viewing each other as potential rivals, the cultivators who also noticed Wang Ping showed no desire to converse with him, adopting a cold, keep-your-distance attitude to reject any interaction.

In just three days, the once towering piles of administrative tasks were completely sorted out, and another seven days later, the official decrees were promulgated.

Tong Xian'er sat down and waited, catching sight of the cigarette pack and lighter on the coffee table. She reached out, pulled out a cigarette, and held it beneath her nose to sniff the aroma.

"How many years has it been, and you still prepare breakfast according to my tastes? What, is it really that hard to completely forget about me?" Tong Xian'er put on a dramatic expression, turning her gaze toward the entrance.

As a rule, the treasure vaults within high-level cultivators' dwellings were all equipped with specialized protective talismans and arrays to preserve the spiritual essence of the magical items stored inside.

With a roar from the giant bear, a powerful sonic wave surged instantly across dozens of feet, directly slamming into Wang Ping.

Jin Jinxiu was busy directing the shop assistants to move bolts of fabric, and it took quite a while before all the selected bolts were loaded onto the carriage.

"I'll go recruit men right away and gather the sand nearby," Bai Jiaxuan said as he walked off, his actions brisk and decisive.

Then, I pondered further: if the adversary had planned this premeditatedly, they likely would have arrived in the city days ago. Under what guise would they present themselves to the public?

After the song ended, members of the lori family and several guests applauded Zhang Donghai and lori Keiko.

Ye Luhuan wiped away his tears. In truth, he was simply remembering Ye San—the man who had traded his own life to preserve Ye Luhuan's dignity, his father.

The young man opposite him crossed his arms, lowering his head as if dozing off, with that black umbrella resting right beside his feet.

"What kind of incantation is it? Will it be fatal?" Even though Yu Miaomiao held a rather poor impression of Su Yuan and still harbored resentment over the time he dunked her into ink, that did not mean she wished to see harm come to him.

Starved for affection and accustomed to the various snacks brought by Zhang Donghai over a long period, Long Zhanguo was hardly immune to such temptation.

Deng Quancheng was utterly appalled, at a loss for words to express his shock, so he chose to remain silent, awaiting the final outcome.

In fact, Tang Feng had long since realized that his father was by no means an ordinary person, and the events unfolding around him lately had become increasingly esoteric and bizarre.

What kind of logic was that? The clan leader tried to reason with him once more, but how could he possibly listen? Instead, he struck the clan leader heavily with a long staff.

Mo Fan ignored him and instead handed a pale golden elixir to Cao Youyi.

Who would dare not respond to the words of Da Hong? What manner of man was he? A veteran general of martial prowess, both wise and valiant, commanding numerous troops and holding immense sway—even the former sovereign, Xuanyuan the Yellow Emperor, had to show him a measure of respect.

Li Xiaoxiao scratched her forehead and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why are you so certain?" Guyi smiled bitterly and shook her head without offering an explanation.

She removed the golden-threaded misty veil draped over her shoulders and gave it a vigorous flick. The delicate, ethereal gauze was cast into the air, and then she leaped upward, stepping onto the dazzling golden-threaded veil as if riding the wind.

"That's wonderful! Wan'er has found her happiness too, simply wonderful." Lin Hanxi was so excited she was nearly jumping for joy, tears of emotion welling in the corners of her eyes. Her heart leaped with more jubilation than if she had found her own ideal partner.

Consequently, she replied to Qingge, stating that she would make the trip personally and instructing him to prepare and await further orders.

"Naturally. Perhaps the Prince of Zhenning is unaware, but the very day Ping'er learned she was to be married to you, she gave her body to me. If I remember correctly, Ping'er has a willow-leaf tattoo on both her left shoulder and her chest, carved specifically for me," Han Ye said coldly, a flash of triumph crossing his eyes.

"Young Master Pei, Zhihan had someone send over some pastries. Would you like to try them?" After cleaning up for Pei Junhao, Aunt Li poured him a cup of tea and pointed toward an exquisite pastry box resting on the glass coffee table.

Yang Lefan crossed his arms and chuckled with an intensely punchable expression. The punk desperately wanted to wipe that smile off his face, but he couldn't even graze a single hair of Yang's, let alone beat him to a pulp.

"Discuss what? Discuss what kind of ulterior motives you harbor toward Mrs. Pei?" Chen Xiang asked with evident disgust.

Seated to the left of the Eastern Emperor was Crown Prince Dong Muxiao, and beside him sat Princess Dong Mulin. However, her seat remained empty, just as the seat beside Xuanyuan Tingye was vacant. Both of them were backstage preparing for that historically renowned and breathtaking dance.

Jianghu legends held that Bai Xue's origins were shrouded in mystery, perhaps known only to the master of the Mingcao Hall. Yet no matter how hard Bai Xue pleaded and inquired, Chai Feifei steadfastly refused to speak. For twenty-seven years, this had become a profound heartache buried deep within Bai Xue's mind, though he rarely showed it in public.

His voice carried little weight, and if he spoke up, he feared he would once again be accused of disrupting military morale and showing cowardice before the battle even began.

Just as it had been back when she was with Ye Jianming, Lu Boxuan handled the vast majority of such matters, to the extent that Lu Boxuan could perfectly gauge Ye Jianming's preferences.

In this way, it would both appease Ye Hong and lead Lin Meng to believe that Song Jiaojia's biological parents simply could not be found.

Ressio gently retrieved a bracelet woven from delicate flowers from his pocket, its fine petals and fresh colors radiating a charming glow.

The door to the emergency operating room swung open, and the doctor wheeled out Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang was in much better condition than before. Catching sight of Ye Li, he offered her a grateful smile.

Wu Kaitian could not swim, so he could only squat in the shallow water near the bank. The moment he began circulating his cultivation technique, he sensed the spiritual energy contained within the water and excitedly commenced his practice.

They had heard it loud and clear: the burly man just now was only the third chieftain, meaning there were still two chieftains ahead of him. Moreover, the bandits were numerous in number, and no matter how strong Jiang岳 was, two fists could never conquer four hands.

Lucius and Nick were perceptive enough to help with the cooking and prep work, and Hall seized the opportunity to test their culinary skills.

Hu Yunlong watched Jiang Yue walking without that particular profound momentum and felt puzzled. According to the talent Jiang Yue had displayed earlier, he should already be able to integrate such momentum into his very bones, carrying the fierce yet languid grace of a prowling tiger with every step.

At that moment, Ressio, far away in the sea domain, caught the sound of Lucius's voice, tilted his head in surprise, and listened intently until he heard it clearly.