Chapter 171: The Sound of the Xiao

"Teacher, you don't need to worry. We haven't done anything shameful. What are you afraid of? You look like you've been caught having an affair," Ye Feng said calmly, remaining comfortably stretched out. Bai Yi had no choice but to lie back properly, praying they wouldn't be seen, while an inexplicable thrill once again surged through her body. The last time she had felt this way was downstairs at her home, back inside her BMW.

Tu Jiaojiao let out a giggling laugh, then suddenly raised her hand and brought her blade down, severing one leg and one arm of the Ouyang brothers respectively.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: in an era of WeChat payments, a young woman working as an escort used her mobile phone for transactions, only to end up getting arrested.

When Gu Jingze dialed the mobile number of that mastermind behind the scenes, a recorded message announced that the subscriber's phone was switched off.

The pile of withered bones collapsed with a rattle into a heap, leaving two magical treasures and the inner-scenery divine mansion—which had contained various resources—transforming into floating spheres of light hovering above the skeleton.

For some unknown reason today, one of the regular laborers failed to show up, slowing down the cargo loading and shipping progress significantly.

Fan Qinghui had also studied the original text of the Longevity Secret, but naturally, she had discovered nothing of value. As for the meridian diagrams at the end, practicing them required first crippling one's own martial arts, and a grandmaster like her lacked the courage to scrap her lifelong cultivation and start over from scratch, which was why she had never taken the Longevity Secret seriously.

He glanced sideways at Yuan Jiankong. Seeing this Senior Brother Yuan give a slight nod, he felt his confidence instantly restored.

However, the expression on the other person's face was genuinely amusing. Not wishing to make things awkward for him, he simply picked up his plate of food and stepped aside, making room for the person next in line.

"I had no choice but to settle for the second best and establish a defined scope for my own wish—imposing a defense upon our world that is not absolute, yet genuinely effective."

With the situation now critical, Gimila knew she had no other options left, so she nodded shyly.

"A trap?!" Randy swiftly leaped up from his warhorse, kicked off the descending horse's back, and executed a clean backflip to land steadily on the flat road behind him.

Sometimes, the missions assigned by the Ministry of War could serve as valuable clues for unraveling the political situation. Previously, he had assumed that Zhuan Zhu had rescued him from the encircling mountain bandits purely because the mission required it, but subsequent facts told him that the Ministry of War could not exert such an overt and dramatic influence over the world's affairs.

When the group finally reunited, the sky had already grown dark, and everyone took turns sharing what they had discovered.

Wu Song strode into the grand hall, where a banquet had been set up. Meng Lin sat at the seat of honor, laughing and chatting merrily with his disciples, presuming that Wu Song had already been killed and that claiming credit from Gao Qiu and securing a position in the Imperial Medical Academy was just around the corner.

The Daoist priest Li asked so bluntly that it was evident the old Daoist already believed, to some extent, that Ye Liushang came from a place completely unknown to them.

I raised my head to look at Chen Luoluo. Damn it, my eye sockets were actually brimming with tears, making it impossible to see her expression clearly anymore.

Chen Zui stared at them, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His right hand thrust forward abruptly, punching the back of the front seat. Channeling his wood-element superpower instinctively, a sharp bamboo spike like a blade pierced through the seat back, grazing the right arm of Zhong Liang as it emerged.

The blatant intimidation from the man in the suit certainly didn't prompt any urge to retaliate in Li Zhishi; in fact, he even found it slightly amusing.

Doing it with Lin Duoduo was out of the question. Seeing her sleeping so peacefully, how could Xia Haoyu bear to take her? And yet... looking at the already erect and swelling manhood beneath him, Xia Haoyu felt that his life was a tragedy.

Regarding an incident like this, he could easily guess his imperial father's response: it would undoubtedly amount to saying that since he hadn't actually consumed the poison administered by the other party, no real loss had been sustained.

After all, this was merely a state of sudden enlightenment; so what if it was interrupted? Unless you could guarantee killing the person in a single strike, probably no one—aside from those of the demonic path—would do such a self-harming deed that benefited no one.