Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Six: The Prince of Jing Comes to the Rescue

The person beneath him let out a cry of pain, sounding almost like the plaintive call of a cat—soft, with an upward lilt at the end, tugging at Huo Changze’s heart for a fleeting moment. Those eyes seemed to possess a penetrating power, leaving Shu Liang momentarily defenseless. Chen Wangsheng, listening nearby, remained silent; when Lin Xiang called for him, he did not immediately take the communication. He watched as the priest attempted to cast a buff on the army, but an arrow shot straight through his body, knocking him down with sheer force.

In his view, Jiang Che was even less human than the so-called demons, fiends, and other fierce races. After saying this, Lin Tian lounged comfortably in his chair, playing with his phone, completely ignoring the shareholders from before. Now, however, obedience had set in; quietly, she circled to the other side, raising her hand meekly, waiting for someone to embrace her. After being disciplined countless times, she could vaguely sense the signs that Fu Yingjue was about to act.

The pills others had received earlier always glowed differently each time, and the rewards varied accordingly. “Here, Doctor Geng, please accept this,” Lin Jiadong said politely, handing the piece of bear meat to the venerable physician.

Since she knew she had fallen for Xue Renjie, why suppress it so bitterly? Yes, perhaps she might be hurt in the end, but couldn’t she choose how much she risked? All signs indicated that the two before her—and the third mentioned earlier—were likely not ordinary members of the “Nether” organization.

When it was said to be “almost,” it was actually just one overconfident half-blood rogue, who, during Zhang Yuanhang’s run, tried to ambush him. No skill was needed: already wounded, the rogue simply ended up crushed by Zhang Yuanhang’s Shield Slam, leaving him thoroughly frustrated.

After all, it was not an honorable matter; even if it did not concern the second mistress, she couldn’t help but blush as she spoke about it.

Lu Qingshang watched Xu Qingfan and the others in peace, his face full of delight, yet unable to conceal the exhaustion and deep alarm in his eyes.

Zhang Yuanhang observed the scene before him carefully and was startled to realize it was his own residence—though seen from above, he hadn’t recognized it at first.

As for Madam Zhuang, her threatening demeanor was aimed at her master, but how could the grand lady be intimidated by an old servant like Zhuang?

Faintly, Snow Robe gazed into the distance and could still see other grand palaces, perhaps residences of the young lords.

Qi Chun placed the imperial edict in her hands. She received it, kowtowed, then bowed and retreated.

The iron-hard scales on the tail began to shatter, blood spouting like a fountain, and a rain of blood fell from the sky.

Song Lexi paused, for this matter touched upon their greatest current crisis.

As he raised his hand, he sensed Jarvis, sealed away, struggling fiercely—though it had little effect, it nonetheless disturbed the workroom.

“Here’s the deal: you invest three hundred thousand, your share remains at two percent, but after the company turns a profit, you must make up the remaining two hundred and fifty thousand. That way, there’s no issue,” Zhao Rulong said.

A pressure far greater than Shen Guangyin’s erupted, surging like a tidal wave, leaving Xiahou Chun gasping for breath.

He knew well that his advantage in this world of cultivation was not some method of immortality, but mathematical thinking.

Yuan Siyi listened with an indifferent expression, a trace of lively amusement at his lips, seeming in even better spirits.

But the day before, he found the official road blocked by boulders fallen from the mountaintop, forcing him to take another route.

Ning Xiangdong nodded in agreement, though he thought inwardly that it was a shame the seasonal weather had hindered the tea trees’ growth; he couldn’t bear to bring out the best tea. Had this friend tasted that, he would never be addicted to the current blend—at most, it would be just a thirst quencher.

Blood elves, having just stood their ground against the Scourge Legion, actively joined the defense of Mount Hyjal against the demons. Would such a race, who had fought the Burning Legion head-on, ever collude with them?

Chen Yun, his face pale, drew his newly acquired sword from the belly armor of the humanoid spider demon, exhaling a heavy breath.

Frankly, Bai Yuanliang had set out with a trial mindset—if she found what she sought, great; if not, it was no great loss.

These Nerubian undead had become the main force for Prince Arthas, who was still a death knight. Anub’arak, King of the Crypt Lords, became a fierce general leading the undead army, always at the forefront in battles against humans and high elves.

In official circles, news spread like plague; hardly had Li Zhonghe hung up on Minister He when his phone rang incessantly with congratulations. He could only brace himself, answering calls and thanking various people.

When Wei Mingjia entered the main hall, the club manager hurriedly led the way, guiding them to the luxurious restaurant on the second floor.

Three hours later, Chen Yun soared again into the “Soul Furnace of Fiery Departure” to begin a new round of cultivation.

“Well, let me tell you: the socket isn’t inside the castle, but on the city gate. There’s a socket there that matches the shape of the token in your hand,” said the senior divine weapon.

Just now, when Chen Yun sent the energy wheel into the mist, he vaguely heard a muffled groan.

Murong Xiao’s voice was icy and unwavering; her feet pressed down heavily on the knees of the two bodyguards, as if crushing ants.

To their eyes, Ye Tian not only lacked stature, but also did not radiate any formidable aura, likely just an ordinary cultivator.