Volume 1, Chapter 39: Her bathroom floor is slippery—how did you know?

The newcomer was tall, with the brim of his hat pulled low. A medical mask obscured most of his face, making his features nearly impossible to discern, save for a pair of narrow, hawk-like eyes. He carried a long, slender object wrapped in black plastic film, its contents hidden from view. He paused at the door of 1601, his voice raspy and low.

Wei Junxian froze for a moment, frowning in thought, but finding no leads, he simply dismissed Rong Fei’s words as a bluff.

Seeing their actions, the others caught on; some blocked the path, while others went to fetch cars to intercept. Some even resorted to more outrageous tactics.

"Who else knows about this?" Huo Qingsong frowned, his mind racing through everything he knew about the He family.

Though this arrow failed to inflict damage on Qiongqi, it provided Chen Feng with a chance to escape harm.

Emperor Tianshou was baffled to see Chuxiu intervene on his behalf, unable to tell if the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were working in tandem or if there was a rift between them. Regardless, it brought him a sense of relief. Taking the opportunity, the Emperor asked Chuxiu about business matters, and after discussing other topics, Yun Cheng handed over his birth data.

Hanchu reached out to take the prescription, a sudden warmth filling her eyes. She wanted to express her gratitude, but she could not even form the shape of the words. Let alone her current loss of voice, even if she could speak, she felt there would be no words to express what she felt.

Like the elder with the nine-section whip, the blade techniques of the black-clad elder were exceptionally fierce. Every strike the two exchanged was accompanied by the tearing of flesh.

After hearing Tiansheng’s account, a look of skepticism clearly appeared on Mo Quantian’s face. However, he did not press further, simply offering a faint smile before falling silent.

After clearing the scene, Director Leng ordered that the principal criminals be severely punished and had Ge Tiantai escorted to the municipal bureau that very night. Yet, Leng Huasheng could see that this incident was by no means simple, and it was clearly aimed at the seized arms tycoon, Ge Tiantai.

Lei Gang’s heart had always been cold and ruthless—a reputation well-known in the Hangzhou underworld. Even those who suffered at his hands dared not complain. Who was Lei Gang? He was the young master of the Leizhen Sect, one of the three major underground powers in Hangzhou. Who dared provoke him?

Whether this rumor was true or false, it spread far and wide, known to almost every cultivator in the Yushui Realm.

She was likely to become the first human cultivator in history to be driven to madness by her own spirit pet. Yet, an equal pact, once signed, could not be undone unless one of the parties died.

However, these giant pythons reacted with lightning speed, their dark golden scales shimmering with an eerie light.

Such curses and complaints came from the sister-in-law, who could no longer hide her venomous nature and burst into loud sobs.

Pushing Lin Yi away from his chest, Lin Zhan took off his trench coat and draped it over her shoulders.

She raised her hand and touched a branch of a pear tree that had grown into the water pavilion; the soft texture of the pear blossoms felt just like the way Shuntian made her feel.

Zhou Huifang assumed her son was busy with his studies and did not disturb him. Besides, she had plenty of housework to attend to; a household always had endless chores to keep one busy.

*Ding!* With a sharp sound, all of the monster’s teeth fell out. The fish demon groaned in agony, and the surrounding fish demons had already vanished.

"Waaah, I’m hungry, thirsty, exhausted, and I feel awful all over!" Ruan Xilan whimpered, gasping for air with a dejected expression.

With no other options left, Qiu Lihan was at his wit's end and sent a private message, asking Lu Bingze to come over at once.

"Hmph, Central Province may be a land of outstanding people, but it does not represent the whole world. A mere Dou Zun—is that really something to be so proud of?" Han Yue cast a cold glance at Hong Chen, who lay on the ground, and uttered a remark that made one want to bash their head against a wall.

He grabbed a large black sniper rifle and loaded a grenade into the launcher. Such a violent, butcher-like temperament—if it wasn't Shao Wu, who else could it be?