Volume One, Chapter 48: You've Already Eaten It—Do You Still Want More?

Such things were only to be expected; with two children in the house, this sort of situation was inevitable. After all, the two were not far apart in age, and both were still too young to understand much. These words gave the three a moment’s hesitation. If things truly were as he said, it would be a windfall that had fallen straight from the heavens. So, after Xun Yi finished speaking, they all looked to Nuan Dong. This matter concerned the reputation of the Purple Cloud Palace; only if this immortal maiden gave her assent would it be settled—a mere nod from the young Seventh Immortal Lord meant nothing.

Chen Mo glanced back to see a man of striking handsomeness approaching, but his head was marred by patchy baldness and crowned with eight tumor-like lumps. He looked at Chen Mo and the True Immortal of Ruyi with nothing but disdain.

“Heh heh! I knew you wouldn’t be so unfeeling. Just stay here for a few days; rest well before you go back,” said Xia Yun.

This delegation, claiming to be special envoys from the Qing, had traveled a long way, but Bomuboguer truly couldn’t fathom their intentions—especially given that he had already openly opposed Huang Taiji. Why, then, would these two envoys present him with such finely crafted muskets?

Fairy Minglan stepped back a few paces, watching him approach, crawl out like a dog, and then crawl back in the same manner. She hurried to follow, realizing her own appearance was hardly better. At this moment, she could only feel an overwhelming sense of absurdity—so ludicrous she wanted to laugh, yet laughter would not come.

Both Xiyang and Gongsun Chong frowned, thinking to themselves that he must have grown tired of living, and were racking their brains to find a way to persuade him otherwise.

“Weak? Your sister’s weak! Even if I’m weak, I can still ride you! Just shut up!” The air exploded with a cacophony of shouts, threatening to raise the roof.

The short knife, sheathed, revealed nothing of its form. It looked plain and ancient, much like an ordinary wooden dagger.

Guyuanzhan inwardly cursed Xun Yi, but fending off a bit of trouble for these people was no great matter, so he simply ignored them and flew on alone.

Ignoring the surging waves, Renming pressed Wang Qian down again, using the barrel of his gun as brass knuckles to beat the bald man beneath him, berating himself for that single moment of compassion—if not for it, Tian Xun would not have come to harm.

Although Lin Mo’s opponent was nothing more than a lifeless wooden stake, in his eyes it was a formidable foe.

Su Ruoli had to admit she rather enjoyed this move, and immediately ran over with puppy-dog eyes to help him wipe the sweat from his brow.

No longer wishing to see him, Gu Qingyue hugged her xuan paper and turned to leave, only to be blocked once again.

Her uncooperative stomach gurgled incessantly, making each step a torment, every brush of the wind a fresh ordeal.

A furious black tiger, seeking its nemesis, feared its own weakness; gravely wounded and forced to flee, it began a life of hiding and constant evasion.

Then, wafting in on the breeze, came a foul stench—the accumulated odor of household wastewater from the gutter.

“Is Lord Sun waiting for me?” At that moment, a voice sounded from behind Sun Shengfu, freezing the expression on his face.

Of course, even so, Hu Qin didn’t believe Lin Xue’er’s family could afford a decent car—after all, she still had to support that deadbeat Liu Yun. With all the household expenses, how much could possibly be left?

With Magic Bounce, there was no need to worry about abnormal status conditions. Besides, none of these Pokémon’s moves could land a hit on Absol. With its extraordinary sensory abilities and nimble movements, striking Absol was no easy task.

His brazen demeanor put Ling Jian Yue in a fury—she hadn’t had enough fun yet and had no intention of returning to Ling Tian Realm with him.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the Godslayer Team. In these final days, the battle for supremacy among the strongest teams was at its peak. Just when everyone thought the Godslayer Team would sweep unchallenged into the First Mansion and achieve thirty-three consecutive victories...

Mantou’s way of advancing in cultivation was now vastly different from that of humans. For human cultivators, progress through the first three realms was a slow grind, revolving around the buildup of spiritual energy within. Mantou, however, had to undergo transformation amid hunting, fierce combat, and treasure-seeking in the mountains.

Sheng Qing’s gaze swept indifferently over the group, pausing briefly on Huo Shasha and her companions, which promptly earned him a glare from Huo Shasha—as if to say, “Don’t think I fear you just because you’ve got Ling Mo and the others backing you.”

Tao Cici, too lazy to use ghosts for work only to discard them afterward, carelessly tossed them all to the ground and wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe.

But now, things had changed. The fact that Li Jianxun could produce a billion in US dollars showed that his family was no ordinary one. Added to his close relationship with Max Li, how could anyone dare to bully him now?

The bartender at the bar worked with practiced skill, mixing up a succession of dazzlingly colorful cocktails. As the music pulsed, some people danced, while others engaged in heated conversation.

Their faces were etched with panic and despair, fists clenched so tightly they trembled from the force.

Just then, Guan Ning felt a strange sensation surge within him, as if something new had awakened and poured into his being.

Tang Nian’s eyes quivered slightly, his face as pale as paper. Never had he imagined that Xiao Yan would use his family to threaten him. Fury and humiliation surged in his heart, but he was utterly powerless.