Volume One, Chapter Sixty: The Most Luxurious Honeymoon Suite

Yu Qingqiu was the heir to the Wisdom Sect. Since she had not died on the spot, she certainly wouldn’t go seeking death afterward; this was a stance she could be certain of. However, what lay ahead was less predictable. Not wanting to die was one thing, but whether she could be made to serve was another matter entirely.

Chen Long felt somewhat troubled. After a moment’s thought, he decided not to return home just yet. He drove out to clear his mind, heading toward the riverbank.

Upon witnessing the old monster of the Celestial Court’s remnant clan take action, the elderly woman of the All Spirits tribe shrieked, forming a seal with her fingers. She cast the Mountain Moving Seal, shifting a distant mountain, which descended majestically from the heavens, intending to suppress the old thief.

After their return, there seemed to be little joy, nor did they appear relieved; instead, their brows were furrowed, weighted with worry. What had they experienced in the secret chamber? Could something else have occurred?

Soon, flames erupted throughout Liu Bei’s camp. Shouts of battle and cries of despair rang out in succession. Night had fallen, and the Wuling cavalry rampaged everywhere; the soldiers from Xuzhou within the camp were thrown into chaos.

Yet among all this, one rule remained unchanged—a law that would never alter, no matter the time. The Soul Mirror was always the Soul Mirror. Any power, any aura, would always exist as its opposite, without exception.

“Rise,” said Emperor De Wu. “Liu Ben, explain the northern affairs to Leng Wuwei.”

With those words, Big Liu could only nod helplessly. Though he wanted to persuade Shi Yuan otherwise, recalling Shi Yuan’s earlier performance at the city gate, he could only choose to obey. In any case, whatever happened, he would be glad to see it.

Instantly, the remaining people began to speak all at once. Though it sounded chaotic, their meaning was much the same—those who had previously said nothing, now emboldened, were all willing to follow Zhao Hangfei into Yangzhou City.

The seeds of hatred had long been sown. Now, for the Dragon Palace City to offer help was shameless; their interference would only further enrage the fish people there.

Li Maozhen was caught completely off guard; his cheek struck the ground in an instant, pressed deep into the muddy earth.

With its wind-type speed, the monster was difficult for Aier to track; it intended to seize a moment when Aier was distracted and bite through his throat.

Gu Yinna raised her foot again, but before she could step onto the stair, her mind went blank and she collapsed backward.

Given Aier’s current display of talent, forget second-year—so long as his mental power reached the advanced level, Mitchell was certain he would graduate smoothly.

After asking, Lin Bai realized what he’d inquired about. Most college students would add themselves to the confession wall, if not for confessions, then for the school gossip posted there.

Chen Ning looked aggrieved, like a child, making Wu Xinlei laugh outright. She couldn’t help but reach out and pinch Chen Ning’s cheek.

This male student must have been shaken by something; if he acted this way every lesson, he wouldn’t be able to coast through class anymore.

Yang Teng’s hand trembled as he held his wine glass. He kept an eye on overseas matters and was aware of the Holy Land’s power—a legendary, dominant force. Yet, in his son’s words, it was no more than prey.

Should the plan succeed, it would cripple Li Sheng; even if it failed, there would be no loss.

The array attached to the secret chamber suddenly revealed itself, spiderweb-like, enveloping the entire room. Its shifting radiance moved freely, finally showing a fissure.

She believed Ye Zhixing knew she couldn’t win against her, so she just chose randomly, relying on speed to gain the advantage.

Startled, she stumbled backward, only to find the root of an old tree behind her.

Under the waterfall’s terrifying force, his stride could only carry him up less than ten meters, then he would rely on the explosive strength of his limbs to climb higher.

The old lady seemed possessed. She never had the healthy, rosy complexion of the young, and now her face drooped, her skin layered thickly like wall paint—she looked like a ghost.

After this tense round of competition, the two could finally settle down and enjoy the beauty of nature.

The Dragon and Phoenix List, one of the continent’s greatest events, had been delayed three years for unknown reasons. Yet Lu Chen had no energy left to care about it now.

Zimo clearly hadn’t had enough and smacked a few more times, making Ruyi’s face flush with heat as she gasped, “Young master, I can’t, I really can’t.”

But seeing Shangguan Xiao’s body suddenly go limp, seemingly aching and exhausted, collapsing on the ground, Lin Xuxian grew anxious.

A slender and a sturdy figure stood upon a wooden bridge. The owner of the slender form trembled, his gaze vacant as he stared at Fang’er. His misty, wet eyes brimmed with tender affection.

Even though Cheng Yang did not fear these monsters, every time she was sheltered in Bai Zhou’s arms, she felt deeply moved. Bai Zhou’s actions always reminded her that no matter when or where—even if others saw her as a protector—beside him, she didn’t need to be that person.

But what troubled them most was that this round of voting had ended in failure yet again. At this rate, how could they ever end this damned killing game?

After gathering the spoils, Lu Bu did not rush to march on Linjing, but lingered at Yinpan. Aside from giving Yang Qiu, stationed at Linjing, time to consider, he also aimed to clean up the surrounding counties and some Qiang tribal settlements.

The highlight of the evening, of course, was Zhang Shuo taking the stage to deliver a speech for the fifth anniversary of Sprout.

Yet the Dalang t15 remained the largest smart TV under two thousand yuan available on the market, well worth the price.

Zhang Shuo invested a hundred million in promoting Weixin; in Zhao Mingchuan’s view, it was aggressive and shocking. Little did he know, a few years later, a hundred million in subsidies would be considered insignificant.

Dorgon was in good spirits. Though he’d received news of Yue Tuo’s defeat yesterday, today’s battle had annihilated Lu Xiangsheng—aside from a few Ming soldiers who escaped, Lu Xiangsheng’s five thousand elite troops were nearly wiped out.