Volume One, Chapter Thirty-Three: Consort Xiao’s Astonishment

At that moment, Fatty Liu glanced at me. I smiled faintly and gave him a reassuring gesture, indicating that if anything went wrong, I would step in.

In the autonomous region, Huang Yuan rose early, as he always did, exercising in the back garden of his villa in NQ City. Huang Yuan understood that in his line of work, maintaining physical health was of utmost importance. It was especially true at his age, where regular training became all the more significant.

Suddenly, Lily let out a loud shout in midair, her entire body radiating a blinding yellow light that seemed to expand into an ever-growing golden matrix, instantly enveloping Nefertiti within it.

According to rural beliefs, eel blood invigorates the circulation, dispels wind, and unblocks the meridians; when applied to the face, it stimulates the nerves and helps restore facial muscle function.

The joyful red from within highlighted Lige’s fair, translucent complexion. The bright red robe, trimmed in gold, was embroidered with bold patterns in threads of imperial purple and gold. Those faintly violet motifs, set against the flamboyant red, lent her an air of mystery and cold arrogance.

“Give me back my phone! You have no right to do this!” Watching his phone seized and rifled through, the young man shouted in anger, reaching out with both hands to snatch it back.

Sitting in the same spot as three years before, Song Shuhuai smiled sweetly, a sense of fate quietly welling up.

This yellow elixir was precisely the final rare ingredient needed to refine the Divine Transformation Pill—Extreme Guardian King, Spirit King’s Elixir. This Spirit King, in the hierarchy of rare treasures, was already approaching the highest rank of spiritual materials.

Tang Chuan was willing to risk his life for her, to save her at all costs; yet it was also because of her that he was plunged into endless suffering and the agony of reincarnation.

“We’re all grown men here—what’s there to be afraid of? Take your black panther with you.” After running all day, he was exhausted and didn’t want to get up from the tent at all.

With the shield equipped, my stats jumped to a whole new level; my defense was now so high that even I couldn’t break through it myself.

Although Ling Aotian was still young, his talent was unmatched. Among the younger generation in Jin Country, his cultivation was second to none, surpassing even many elders. Under the guidance of a reclusive master, he had reached the pinnacle of the Core Formation realm, with one foot already in the Nascent Soul stage.

This surge of energy was precisely what had accumulated in the wild bear meat, now fully unleashed under the effect of the crimson serpent’s blood. Having devoured a large chunk, Xuanyuan Potian felt the energy within him grow even more violent.

After all, the yellow-skinned Kunlun civilization had been destroyed in the internecine war between saints and cultivators; its only use had been to send Fuxi and his followers to the reverse side of the primordial world. As for the white-skinned Eden, no information remained—presumably, it too had long perished.

In this region, dimensional winds raged, and many ancient restrictions had mutated and combined over countless years into bizarre and deadly arrays.

Lin Mengxue took a deep breath and tossed her dice. After two turns, the dice came to a stop.

He was merely acting as a human alarm clock with notes; Xiang Shaomu hung up before giving a reply, continuing to nod, bow, serve tea, and humbly seek advice from his new gaming mentor, Nie Zhun, about his recent mistakes in Summoner’s Rift.

“The general has ordered—arrest all who disturb the city. Anyone who resists shall be executed on the spot!” Just as both sides were about to clash again, a messenger arrived at the gate with this proclamation.

To prevent Hao Xin and Hao Meng from leaving, Xia Ye Nuo not only used her own body to block the door but secretly locked it as well.

In their customs, it was unusual to give gifts so personal as to border on presumptuous—it was a breach of etiquette.

Having been scolded, Jun Yi finally led the way in silence, not daring to provoke them further. After a while, he brought them to the basement.

Lately, she felt that Lin Yan was very different from before—easily angered and distant. She knew she was at fault and didn’t dare to ask, feeling a bit guilty.

Long Jianfei’s face was expressionless and did not answer, so Zuo Qingyun mocked himself, thinking Long Jianfei simply didn’t want to respond. Yet a few seconds later, he caught a faint smile on Long Jianfei’s face, saw his eyes light up, and followed his gaze toward the villa district.

Li Zhichen’s vision had faded, but the pain in his eyes had lessened. “The demon realm has plagued the world for millennia; today, it is truly destroyed.” Xue Qingyun nodded, recalling how many perils had been faced in just these short two days.

He occasionally went to Zhao Zhiruo’s place for meals, but recently Zheng Chu had been staying with her, and since he and Zheng Chu didn’t get along, he simply used work as an excuse to indulge at public expense elsewhere.

Wang Jufang, recently appointed as military inspector of Hunan and newly returned to the capital, was hosting a banquet at his residence. Among his guests were Li Jingshi, deputy commander of the Right Army, and Qiu Shili, commander of the Right Army’s troops.

Every casino has its own security, but here the guards were all Dilanlu’s own men. No one else could interfere, let alone the Buddha Head Gang—this was, of course, due to the influence of Ruoda’s father.

Tang Lincong had always been soft-hearted toward Chu Xiaowan, helping her again and again, though never to the point of losing his head or betraying his brothers.

Naturally, there were also factions targeting Haotian Media, arguing that, as a film production company owning the AMC theater chain, it was breaking the rules and should be forced to divest from AMC.

After a moment’s rest, Li Hao uploaded the script to the office system; after the holidays, the relevant departments would submit it for review and project approval.

Yunzhou and Youzhou were separated by thousands of miles. If Lin Zhan truly wished to visit the Yanshan Sect and find Gong Yuwei, he would have to cross at least a dozen provinces.

Lin Zhan paid no heed; since the two masters of Shuanglong Mountain had agreed to their ascent, it meant there was room for negotiation.