Volume 1, Chapter 42: A Single Strip of White Silk Ends a Life

Indeed, these were fresh cabbages Wang Jie had specially purchased from the market, along with lush green alfalfa feed—items that commanded a high price in the freezing winter when water turns to ice.

The merchants in the caravan saw Yang Yi and Nimuke in their tattered clothes, their lips cracked and dry, with yellow sand falling from their hair with every step they took. They could easily imagine the ordeal the two had endured to reach this point, as such sights were not uncommon to those who traveled the desert year-round.

Upon sensing all of this, Lin Yunxi was left speechless, feeling as though she were providing free security and stability services to the Mengshan Empire.

As Wang Anbang spoke, he walked over to the sofa, collapsed into it, and buried his entire body deep into the cushions.

The Qing soldiers looked at Oboi with unreadable expressions; some eyes held sorrow, others a chilling sense of despair.

With his ability to survey his surroundings in all directions and the intelligence provided by Old Jin, Fang Yi found it remarkably easy to avoid the patrols.

It was a pity that Xu Ming lacked sufficient prospecting experience and brute strength; otherwise, he could have easily unearthed hundreds of pounds or more of gold-bearing ore in a single morning.

A low, guttural beast roar shattered the surrounding silence, signaling that a battle for survival between predator and prey was unfolding nearby.

He remained here not only to broaden his horizons and increase his understanding of this dungeon world but also to uncover what exactly the pair from the Black Bone Pirate Crew was after.

Wang Chengjia thought it made sense; both the department store and the machinery plant were now major clients of the bank. How much cash was deposited each day became a mandatory topic of gossip for the chatty middle-aged women at the branch.

Just as the Wine Sword Immortal was about to succeed, a flash of sword light struck, forcing him and Li Xiaoyao apart.

It appeared that everyone felt the Cavaliers were unable to manage the conflict between the team's two promising newcomers.

If one hand was no match for a pair of palms, then he would switch to using both hands; in doing so, he would likely regain the initiative and gain the upper hand.

Hearing Aunt Zhang’s question, Lin Keyu turned to look at her. She moved her lips, stammering for a long time, but her throat was so dry that no sound came out.

Helpless, Gongsun Yi could only stop in his tracks, watching as Jiang He and Duan Ming walked toward the corner of the banquet hall.

Washing down the Golden Fish Bone-Penetrating Pill with hot water, Su Ning’an dismissed Lu Tao, went to bed, and summoned his interface.

Bright electric sparks burst from his fingertips, looking at first glance like the glare from a welder’s torch.

Jiang He scratched his head, checking the secondary information stream of this transcendent ability to confirm its specific effects.

Shadows exist between the tangible and the intangible; previously they were intangible, but now, under Lei Jun’s manipulation, they had solidified.

Using primal energy and specific forging techniques, one could craft incredibly powerful mechanisms or weapons.

Yang Jian carefully observed the security guards and noticed that several still bore bruises, suggesting they had been injured recently, certainly within the last day.

Seeing Yun Yu release the four of them so easily, the four cultivators were left puzzled, their faces showing signs of hesitation.

Qingshui walked to the cabinet in silence, took out a bottle of red wine and a glass, and poured half a cup. Yet, when she inhaled the scent she once loved, it no longer stirred any feeling in her. Sighing, she put the glass and bottle back.

Deep down, he possessed a mysterious intuition—a certain foresight regarding major threats to his life. There was indeed something unknown within the Lost Lands that posed a grave danger to him.

Yi’er closed her eyes in despair; what else could she do but wait for death? She truly regretted not listening to her mother—she never should have gone out at night.

Without inviting Qin Li and the Fairy Linghuan, he set off alone, his遁 light flashing as he streaked into the distance.

The two were suddenly struck by a look of confusion, then shook their heads to clear their minds. By then, Xia Mingfeng was already upon them. Two large purple-red hands emerged, grabbing them tightly and squeezing with sudden force. The sound of grinding bones echoed, and their faces turned ghastly pale.

Zhao Ming looked inward to carefully inspect his body, but found nothing. It was truly strange; the Condensing Yuan Pill seemed to have vanished without a trace. If it had been absorbed by his body, it showed no effect at all.

Seeing that Yun Yu had merely activated a red light shield to cover himself and taken the attack head-on, Qi Yu felt a glimmer of confidence, despite his lingering anxiety. He began to believe that Yun Yu would not be unable to withstand a move or two from Pang Lu.

Every piece of jade has unique patterns, making every jade artifact in the world one of a kind. Yet, when she had been tomb-raiding, she had only remembered the silhouette and shape, with no impression of the texture. She had simply slipped it onto her finger, and as a result, she had traveled through time.

Princess Phoenix worried for her ancestor, the Phoenix Progenitor. She turned to Wang Ming, who was more powerful than herself, and at that moment, uttered a very "foolish" statement.

Before she could even speak, Tang Ci’s long-winded complaints came crashing down upon her, his tone tinged with a hint of hurt.

Lu Zifan had hoped to escape the reach of the law, but he never expected that by lighting a cigarette, he would end up killing himself, dragging Tang Zhilin down with him.

They should have been the ones comforting her, but instead, she ended up comforting them, telling them not to be angry. It was truly bittersweet and left them with an indescribable ache in their hearts.

I could not carve much of the floral relief in a long time. After finishing a single petal, my stomach rumbled.

Yin Yanzhong was startled and quickly reached out to steady his wrist. The others in the courtyard were also shocked, looking at him in disbelief.

A combination of sexiness and dreaminess—it was rare for her to design such a piece. She truly lived up to her reputation as a master designer, Aimu thought in admiration.

Wang Zhaoyang’s words were like a sedative, instantly soothing the cowardice in Zhang Feng’s heart. Indeed, the person they could rely on most right now was Wang Zhaoyang.

When he left, his footsteps were heavy. He had never expected Tang Zhilin to be foolishly killed by a person like Lu Zifan.