Volume 1, Chapter 137: Little Darling

She had indeed failed to hear the stream of complaints and instructions he had been rambling on about. Seeing her distracted expression, Fu Wencheng’s disdain grew even more apparent, and sharp, biting words spilled from his lips:

"I’ve been talking to you for ages and you didn't hear a word?! Where are your ears? What on earth are you thinking about all day? It’s just as they say, having a daughter is useless! You can't rely on them for anything!"

This jade pendant was a token of love between him and his wife. They had made a pact that as long as they were alive, they would never be parted from it. Now that Chen Feng had brought it to him, it meant his wife was no longer of this world.

The Jinling Chuan family, the Beast Taming Sect, the Miao Border Gu Cult, the Martial Arts Alliance—every faction that had crossed him, which one of them hadn't ended up utterly annihilated?

The more tolerant a person is, the more terrifying they become when their wrath is finally unleashed, especially someone who possesses the absolute power to resist.

What is it that the Arcane Seekers truly pursue? It is nothing more than immortality. A human life is finite; no matter what one does, it always reaches an end. Even for an Arcane Seeker, despite their longer lives, the result is the same. Only through immortality can one keep pace with time and leave room for oneself.

This staff is the only key to opening the final gate of Tal Rasha’s Chamber in the game Diablo II; it is the proof of the hero who confronts Duriel, the Lord of Pain of the second act, and it contains unimaginable power.

The sudden appearance of hundreds of powerful spirits increased the Alliance's peak combat strength by more than fifty percent in an instant.

A cold sneer hung on Nangong Man’s face. With his discernment, he could naturally tell that the young man before him possessed an incredibly powerful spirit—one so vast it could manifest into reality, enabling him to discover and slay the shadow guards who excelled at concealment.

The ferryman said nothing, nor did he accept any fare. Once Chen Feng stepped onto the bank, he vanished into the river as if he and his boat had never existed at all.

After a few thunderous strikes, Xiao Fei’s rage finally abated slightly. He walked over to Xiao Gang, tore the iron chain from his neck, and led him away toward home.

At this, the old monk released the sand net. Chen Feng did not speak, but opened his palm. Resting there was a dragon and phoenix jade pendant, glowing with an amber hue.

"I will go and see. If the Prince does not wish to cause the King further trouble, remember not to follow," Ada said sternly. Although Laze was still burning with indignation, he knew this was no time for temper, so he nodded.

Although the three Consorts held equal rank, by custom, the Noble Consort took precedence while the Noble Lady ranked last; it was clear that Empress Dowager Gao intended to keep them in check.

When Feng Jie returned to Earth, the crowd that had been waiting for a long time immediately swarmed around him, clamoring for every detail of his meeting with Li Jing. Of course, the most important question was... why hadn't Fu Zhanpeng returned with him?

Holding Hua Yingying in one arm and a submachine gun in the other, I pulled the trigger. In an instant, several bullets erupted from the muzzle, striking the enemies in the hall directly. They let out muffled grunts before collapsing to the ground.

"Time Café and Blue Ocean Restaurant—which one do you think is better? What kind of work is involved in each?" Yan Lan asked.

From this alone, they understood just how terrifying the Nine-Style Sword Art created by Feng Jie truly was; it would be no exaggeration to call it a divine sword technique.

"Screech." With a sharp brake, Wei Junsheng pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to look at Su Meiyu, his expression complex.

I found a relatively elegant café nearby to sit in. Hai Lan had just whispered in my ear, "I’m going to go look around, I’ll call you in a bit," before slipping away. I sat there in front of the woman who was also called "Mother," yet I found myself at a loss for words.

I had no idea where the problem lay, yet I felt that if things continued this way for much longer, I would surely go insane.