Volume 1, Chapter 32: You Are My Fiancee, Gu Chengfeng

What kind of bizarre flavor is this...?

It was numbing, spicy, and bitter, with a touch of sweetness hidden in the bitterness—truly a blend of all five flavors!

She really wanted to know how Gu Chengfeng had managed to create such a strange taste.

Shen Sisi tried several other dishes as well. As for the flavor... it was difficult to put into words!

“Perhaps they want to protect Xuan’er too,” Sister Miaoling replied casually, though her gaze drifted uneasily.

“Is that so? What if he’s trapped inside the formation and needs our help? If we keep waiting, we may only put him in greater danger!” Su Ying said in her cool, clear voice.

Relying on his extraordinary memory, he recalled every word the Sword Ancestor had spoken, carefully pondering its meaning.

Yang Fugui immediately waved his hand and had the waiter bring five bottles of high-proof Maotai. It seemed he intended to drink Ye Qiu under the table.

Du Feng was not ruthless enough to kill him, but he felt no psychological burden whatsoever about seriously injuring him.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to teach you the pleasures of the flesh until a month from now. As for everything else, let’s not talk about it yet,” I said helplessly.

He stared blankly at Du Feng. After a long while, the deathly pallor of his face finally began to return to something resembling normal.

Because he was connected to the flames, he knew clearly that the three of them had all chosen the same method of survival: they had directly cut away the burning sections, along with the unharmed flesh surrounding them.

Ye Yun was about to activate the art of divination and deduction, intending to observe the ink-black giant beast and Feng Lian with ease, when the ink-black Heaven-Swallowing Beast faintly sensed something. It turned its gaze toward Ye Yun, and its savage eyes, filled with countless black-and-white halos, seemed capable of devouring his soul and consciousness, causing his mind to tremble violently.

“So, you know what the Emperor is doing? He is too occupied to spare his attention for anything else, and that is why you dared come into the mortal world to provoke us? You are deliberately testing us? On the surface, you were forced into a counterattack here by us, but in truth, was all of this within your expectations?” The Red Lotus Old Demon’s beautiful eyes flashed.

Ye Fan spoke in a low voice, but his gaze remained fixed ahead. The final realm of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—the Immortal Domain that living beings throughout the vast universe had once yearned for in their dreams—had now merged into this place, becoming part of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

If the talisman had been drawn on paper, this move would have sealed the ghost inside the paper talisman. But Wei Xiao’s talisman was condensed in his palm without any vessel to contain it, making it extremely unstable. If Wei Xiao stopped supplying it with true qi, the spirit talisman would fade, and the ghost would break free again.

As Crown Prince, Pei Yanyao bore the brunt of everything, and so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to every task, fearing punishment. As a result, he was utterly exhausted, especially of late, when the imperial censors had repeatedly memorialized that he was already advanced in age yet still had no primary consort formally appointed.

“I’ve had an idea for some time. If we take advantage of Sword Snow Mountain while it is brewing disaster, then even if Hook Soul has planted demonic seeds in some of the senior figures among the various sects and clans, I can still strike at the root and bring everything crashing down!” Li Xiu said.

Xiao Nanhe nodded. A jewelry shop happened to stand before them. What attracted the two of them was not the shop’s extravagant splendor, but the magnificent carriage parked outside its entrance.

Those who practiced unorthodox arts tended to have fierce tempers, and most of them employed ruthless methods. Old Man Withered Bamboo might have had “Old Man” in his name, but he looked like a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe—and when he struck, he was every bit as vicious and merciless.

“My bloodlust has flared up.” For an instant, he felt as though his blood were swelling inside him, leaving him so tormented that he wanted only to vent it.

Liang Chao was delighted. The insectoid army had now become one of his principal sources of strength.

Of course, once Ma Yun failed to repay the money six months from now, no one would have anything to say when Hengda Group claimed the shares.

“He brought this upon himself. No one could have stopped him!” Li Xiang spoke bluntly. If Xie Feizhang had not deliberately gone looking for trouble with him, how could he have ended up falling into the ditch?