Born with a Cold and Indifferent Nature

Following Lin Zhao's gaze, Liuchuan Luo looked up and down as well. It was just a standard sports outfit, nothing special about it.

Chichige hadn't touched a hunting rifle in several months and her hands were itching. If she didn't go out and run wild across the mountains, she was afraid she would fall ill from being cooped up.

Realizing that the Heavenly Court possessed such formidable strength, far exceeding his imagination, Sun Buwu felt rather dejected. He had not expected his path of vengeance to be far more difficult than he had ever anticipated.

"Tong'er, how can you bear to watch me being teased by them like this?" Lu Xi wore an expression of grief and indignation.

Even a fierce beast, when robbed of its most cherished possession, would feel a painful urge to commit murder.

"Boss, it's like this. The relationship between Crown of Thorns and Yu Fei..." Hesitating for a moment, Zhao Zhen ultimately dared not conceal anything and recounted the details of the relationship between Yu Fei and Crown of Thorns.

Ye Ranxing stepped back two paces, yet draped an outer robe over Lin Zhao's shoulders, a hard-to-read smile perpetually lingering at the corner of his lips.

Guilt already tugged at her heart, but asking her to tell Su Ziwei that operatives from K were lying in ambush outside was something she simply could not do.

Following behind Huang Dahe and Nalan Zhe, Sun Buwu looked at the black, towering building ahead. Built entirely from massive, dark bamboo, it stood three stories high and measured several dozen zhang in width. While majestic, it retained an air of elegance. Though the guests coming and going were few, the place exuded an intensely gentle aura even before one drew near.

Yet, casting a glance at the flat stone ground outside the palace, a crazed figure—destitute of clothing, with his hair and beard completely plucked out, his face mottled with blue and purple bruises and smeared with streaks of blood—sat upon the ground without a shred of dignity, wildly bashing and hammering against a stone.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Tang Long watched the young man wield the divine blade and comprehend the path of the saber, evoking memories of his own sword-fighting days. This youth's potential in the art of the blade was likely no inferior to that of Situ Fu, though he still appeared slightly callow at present.

Such an important location naturally belonged to a sphere characterized by complex social relations, intertwined factions, and prominent contradictions and conflicts.

With a resounding crash, the door of the thatched cottage suddenly expanded to twice its size. The burly man who had forced his way in first flew out sideways, bowling over three or four of his companions without halting his momentum, before slamming flat against the thick mud wall opposite and sliding silently to the ground, unconscious and hanging by a thread.

Chai Shaoning burst into a violent fit of coughing, hacking out the rice he had just eaten. Unable to control his emotions any longer, he slumped across the table and wept bitterly.

Zhao Qingmiao was momentarily stunned, growing entirely at a loss for what to do. She had no idea how to handle the situation; if they were truly to resort to flogging, it would cause the Emperor and Empress to lose face.

"Stop him!" At that moment, the chubby man displayed extraordinary agility, immediately diving to the ground to evade Li You's first strike before scrambling and crawling away toward the rear.

"Reasonable? You tell me to dismiss the three thousand beauties of the inner palace. Does she realize that these imperial concubines are my supporters? Therefore, this is entirely unreasonable; it is nothing more than stubborn chicanery. I refuse to believe she dares to die. I shall issue the decree right now!" Finding He Lan to be an immovable obstacle, Zhao Shengrong prepared to issue the decree.

Unlike the pleasant surprise of reuniting with Ye Fan and Qiu Ruobing after a long separation, Ying Wuxie's expression grew even more grave. After casting a deep glance at Qiu Ruobing, a strong impulse to retreat surged abruptly within his heart.

Glancing at the Empress Dowager, the Emperor remained silent. He never heeded the Empress Dowager's preferences regarding whom to favor in the inner palace. In the past, when the court was crowded and the web of relationships complex, he had no choice but to keep Hua Chun hidden. Now that the thorns had been cleared and the path smoothed out, there was simply no reason to wrong her any further.

"Hmph! Someone come here, fetch your hall master for me." Having discerned Yunxuan's intentions and knowing his current frame of mood, Zhu'er feigned fury, let out a cold snort, slammed her hand on the table, and rose to her feet.

Hiding behind the barrier all the while, Wang Yu and the vagrant only felt the cover they were using being battered relentlessly, the impact vibrating their bodies until they grew slightly numb.

The next instant, a long sword, carrying a fierce and overbearing sword momentum, fiercely enveloped Zhao Mingzhe's glabella.

"Isn't there a saying that 'food is the people's heaven'? I just happen to particularly love the character for heaven," I explained.

"Elder Xuanshi, hand over the one hundred Rejuvenation Pills!" Elder Xuanshi involuntarily took several steps backward before being stopped short by a sharp, thunderous shout. Before he knew it, Elder Langtian had appeared before Elder Xuanshi, gazing at him with a full face of sneering mockery.

Starry-sky phantom beasts usually traveled alone; one would likely not be found within a hundred billion li of the starry river. Therefore, even if a saint had extremely bad luck and encountered an adult starry-sky phantom beast, as long as they refrained from disturbing its devouring of the river of stars, they could barely escape by fleeing with all their might.

"Sean, are you looking for a beating?" Van Helsing lunged fiercely at Sean, and the group descended into chaos once more, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to upper-tier kindred of vampire nobility.

"Yes, yes, right away! Men, kick the door open for me!" With that, he glanced back at the rest of the patrol members, who all swarmed up to the entrance and began kicking furiously. The door was forcefully smashed in, and upon kicking it open, everyone was dumbfounded. Cold sweat instantly streamed down the forehead of the patrol leader.

After a round of farewells, Yunxuan finally embarked on the road home, while the emperor at this moment wore a frosty expression, his murderous intent growing even denser.

The number of dwellings here was clearly insufficient. There were at least several hundred disciples present, yet looking around, the number of houses was far fewer than that of the newly admitted disciples.

The entire day had been far too thrilling, leaving her utterly exhausted, and before long, she sank into a deep sleep.

Liu Yucheng was indeed consumed by fury, yet his anger stemmed not from the possibility that Fusang City might be destroyed by his own hands.

Staying behind in his place, Ye Moli watched his retreating figure and, recalling his previous words, suppressed the impulse to commit murder.

"There is no need. Follow me into the mountain." He was determined to go and see for himself what kind of formidable expert was hiding within these mountains.

In an instant, mountain winds howled, and countless fragments of stone, vegetation, and skeletal remains whirled toward them from all directions, forming a dense and intricate puppet array.

"What? Enter the palace? Could it be that His Majesty..." Xiao Liang paced back and forth anxiously, retaining not a shred of his usual composure as a grand chancellor.

Right at that moment, terrifying roars erupted, immediately followed by the sound of something shattering. Even though Xiao and the others were not on the scene, they understood that the corpse inside the coffin had undoubtedly burst its way out.