Volume 1, Chapter 62: Bowing to Shamelessness, Cheng Xi Concedes Defeat

Chi Laicheng asked Cheng Xi what kind of magic robe she intended to make, and then brought out all the fine materials he had treasured, telling her to choose whatever she pleased.

Night Zhaoxi did not rashly enter the Divine Realm, only observing from the entrance for a while, while Xiang Jinyu could not extract any information from Linyuan either.

To simultaneously avoid causing Consort Mei's death and yet drag the evil demon Rong'er out into the open was truly a tricky dilemma. There was only one solution left: cutting off Consort Mei's medicinal decoction. Yet, should things be handled this way, Consort Mei's physical constitution would surely be unable to endure the strain.

"The Demon-Locking Pagoda is filled with nothing but high-level monsters. The higher the floor, the more formidable the demons. Though your martial arts are exceptional, your spiritual cultivation is hardly profound," said Hanyuan.

A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and Li Longfei could not help but doze off. Yet, his hands remained tightly cupped around Shangguan Rong'er's right hand as he slumped over her bedside and drifted into sleep.

Why was he once again inside a carriage? Why was it once again on Zhuque Avenue? Li Longfei mused that ever since his transmigration into the Great Tang, he seemed to have formed an inescapable entanglement with this very Zhuque Avenue.

Twenty years—what did twenty years signify? When a youth of less than twenty years honed his sword for two decades, reaching his thirties meant standing at the very peak of human prime. Twenty years would undoubtedly be a time of supreme brilliance; this was Isaberry's evaluation of Langye.

Taibai immediately rose into the air, activating his clairvoyant vision to gaze toward the direction from which the chilling aura emanated.

Qingshu offered a cold, sinister smile and retrieved a whip from behind her back. This whip was unlike the one Gong Yixuan had used to beat her; it was crafted from bovine tendon, leaving not a single external injury upon the victim's body while causing their internal organs to shatter and bring about death.

Alex's eyes flickered with hesitation. If this palm were to strike down, thousands of peach blossoms would surely bloom in destruction, but hadn't Ye Xuan gone to the company? When did he return?

Upon hearing this, how could Taibai possibly go back to class? It was already a marvel that he hadn't charged over to exact vengeance directly. However, recalling how he had taken such great advantage of her yesterday, he figured he couldn't just go back on his word. Thus, he intentionally took a detour to deliver the clothes to Pan Qinqin.

Zhao Li recovered his past memories, sought out an isolated place by himself, and began a life of seclusion. No one knew of his past; they only knew he carried an ancient zither by his side, plucking its strings perpetually and playing it at all hours.

Jiang Shengnan nodded, followed closely behind Xiao Shuihan, and stealthily pulled out her phone to search for the car emblem.

"Alright! I have to board now, or the train will leave!" Watching the passengers boarding one after another, Yang Fan knew it was time to part ways with Zhao Jialian.

A dense hail of bullets was entirely blocked by Xingtian. However, after deflecting the gunfire, Xingtian's momentum did not cease as he continued to spin and soar through the air.

As night fell, Nian Lun slipped into a white evening gown and stepped into twenty-centimeter high heels, hurrying out of the hotel at a rapid clip and nearly twisting her ankle.

His cold gaze was deep and dark, and his high-ridged nose looked as though it had been carved by divine craftsmanship onto a godlike face. His eyebrows resembled ink-wash paintings; simply gazing upon his countenance felt like wandering through the supreme serenity of an early morning after rain, just before the lingering mist parted.

"It is this very sword that I intend to present to Huaxia, believing it will prove immensely useful to the present-day Huaxia," Nangong Yu said, retrieving the blood-hued longsword he had forged and handing it to Ye Qingcang.

Yet, the imagery displayed by the Eye of Heaven system within the operations room could not be shielded by such means, for every shift and change unfolding here was bound up with the fate of the nation and its people.

Because this matter concerned the overarching situation of the martial arts experts, absolutely no procrastination could be tolerated, leaving Lu Wuji with no choice but to apologize to Yang Yang.

Dalin weighed the situation in his mind, and Tie Ming perceived it. Recalling A'chong's death, Tie Ming's expression turned stern. One was already dead, and the other could not be allowed to perish alongside them. Dalin surely wouldn't go so far as to kill the very savior of Qinxin; he had vented enough of his anger and shouldn't push things too far.