Volume 1, Chapter 25: Ji Yan

Ye Fusang was whisked away by Jing Zhi, who traversed the rooftops with her in tow, bringing her into the Regent’s estate.

Li Qiao’er cast several heavy-hearted glances at the Fifth Mistress. She did not offer her usual words of comfort, but simply sat there in silence, as if waiting for some news.

Watching Gianna get kicked flying by her opponent, Ye Qi immediately withdrew his greatsword and took a step forward, closing the distance to press against the adversary.

In a one-on-one match, if Wei Qing were to lose to Thunder and Lightning, everyone would accept it; however, for Thunder and Lightning to win without a fight left everyone feeling deeply frustrated.

But the problem now was that Ye Qi was not a pure-blooded descendant of the Schwan-Gau family. He was merely a human who had been turned by Victor. Although he now possessed the status of a vampire, his bloodline lacked the purity of those direct Schwan-Gau descendants.

Beyond the highways, one could choose to drive into the wilderness, but doing so would be highly inefficient.

Without realizing it, Hunter had allowed his own will to supersede that of his companions, failing to respect the choices they had made. Hunter had made the decision for them, wanting to avoid that fatal risk.

Therefore, everyone was now racing toward the port where the Going Merry was docked. Long ago, once they had completed the salvation of this country, the King had dispatched his trusted subordinates to move the ship to the nearest harbor.

Bai Du and Sun Tianbao, however, possessed weaker combat prowess; both were injured and had no choice but to withdraw first.

She was born with an aura of baleful energy yet destined for a long life, but since she existed outside the norm of ordinary people, she had to endure hardships far greater than others upon arriving here, lest she be consumed by the very baleful aura she was born with.

In truth, Mo Jiuying was doing this intentionally. She needed to create more trouble and sensation within Tantai Liuying’s harem. She knew without needing to think that Tantai Liuying would certainly come—he would definitely come to accompany her to the Imperial Garden.

I felt a sudden sense of loss, even a touch of inferiority, and silently slowed my car before turning back toward the garment factory.

It was a colossal tree with a trunk exceptionally thick, spanning a hundred meters wide and reaching straight into the clouds, resembling a mountain peak that connected to the heavens.

"Is this true?" Upon hearing this, Censor Chen immediately perked up, the traces of dissatisfaction in his eyes vanishing entirely.

"You bitch!" Xiao Zhiqing, not satisfied with her successful strike, raised her hand, prepared to land another slap.

"I’m going to buy breakfast. What do you all want to eat?" Seeing that their continued discussion would yield no results, Wang Anying interrupted them.

So what if they slept together! So what if she had rested her hand on his waist! So what if she had draped her leg over his!

Terrified of truly suffering a defeat, he gave his whiskers a twitch and, abandoning the use of the subsequent segments, simply unleashed the final layer.

Cultivation encompasses the entire process of self-improvement: movement to sense the energy between heaven and earth, gathering energy to refine it into essence, refining essence into pills, refining pills into spirit, refining spirit to return to the void, returning to the void to comprehend the Dao, comprehending the Dao to reach one’s true self, and finally, crossing the tribulation to ascend as an immortal.

Those cultivators he once could not afford to associate with were now coming to beg him for help; this was what truly gave him a secret sense of satisfaction. Old Xiao, naturally, would not push such a person away.

Several people had been drawn by that flash of sword light. Although it had vanished in an instant, the energy it radiated had still startled them.

After Ye Rou turned around, the girl who had been brimming with murderous intent transformed back into the beautiful, gentle-smiling, and sweet-voiced Sister Rou.

The yamen runners held lanterns and searched beneath the cliff, finding that Ai Liu had already breathed his last, but the clay statue was nowhere to be seen. They returned the way they came to search further. Upon reaching the side of the Guanyin Temple, they heard snoring amidst the weeds outside. They shone their lanterns and found Yuan Cheng, who was dead drunk and fast asleep in the grass, completely oblivious. Beside him lay the clay statue, which had snapped at the chest and lay in two pieces.