Volume 1, Chapter 26: Liu Ruyan, a Frightened Bird!

Geng Haoshi, however, was currently more concerned with a different question: could he somehow crawl his way back from the tall tales he had spun?

As everyone laughed, a cold voice cut through the air. Fang Xiao looked toward the sound and was met with a frigid face and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes. The stranger stared at him like a starving wolf; ferocity and cruelty seemed to be his very essence.

Su Can let out a sigh of relief. He had finally made it out alive, and in one piece, too.

"It’s been a long time since we sat down together, so I thought I’d treat you to a meal," I said, tossing my cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it under my heel.

Could this truly contain the remains of Fuxi, the ancestor of the Chinese people? I felt lost; it was simply too unbelievable, yet I had to force myself to accept that it was real.

She shared her suspicions with the Ancestor and the nun. Both were instantly enlightened, agreeing that Hong Xian’s theory held merit. The Ancestor and Tanyun transmitted their messages to Evil Wind and the Mad Monk, who immediately understood what needed to be done.

"Brother Shit, is it really that terrifying here? Were they all scared away?" Geng Haoshi asked, his curiosity growing.

Chen Yu would never have such thoughts, because... he liked men! Well, cough, it was a modern era after all; such things were quite common.

On New Year’s Eve, as the gala was nearing its end and the sound of firecrackers erupted from every household, the heart-wrenching light outside the operating room finally flickered off.

In a short while, five or six of the ghost-masked monks had been slain. Yet, the remaining ones neither retreated nor fled; they continued to chant Buddhist mantras while hacking away with their blades, as if they had no concept of what death meant.

"You... please, say no more. It was our fault. We won't blame you, we truly apologize..." Long Ruo'e was evidently so enchanting that the two men, who had been in a fit of rage, were reduced to reciting their own faults and eventually apologizing to her under the spell of her coquettish charm.

"Blockhead, you were the first to fall asleep last night. It's my turn tonight, you take the watch!" Er Gouzi said reluctantly.

If Luo Yumei hadn't been losing, he could have continued to watch from the sidelines, but she was already struggling. If he didn't step in now, the final outcome would be impossible to predict.

"I went to the hospital, so what? Is it against the law to go to the hospital?" Liu Xinghao retorted, his neck stiff and his face flushed a deep red.

Qi Zhen closed his mouth, sealing the unspoken words within. Though his expression remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Wind brushed against the branches, and Bu Qianhuai’s fists moved like the breeze, gaining an ethereal grace amidst the swaying willow boughs. Every strike and movement felt as if the wind itself had descended.

Neither of them had heard this conversation, but if they had, even Yue Wuya would not have dared to let her appear. Who knew when she might revert? She certainly didn't want to become the Thousand-Palace of Yandu.

Di He said this with a smile, but Nan He sensed a trace of weariness in his tone.

Once the Hai-Tian battleship was enveloped by the Russian Empire, the close-quarters combat began in earnest. As the flagship of the Xiaoyao Empire, its defenses were formidable; the Russian Empire could accomplish nothing in the short term.

If all of them were to sacrifice themselves, even if the rest escaped, it would take years for them to rise again in the martial arts world, not to mention the constant threat of being hunted down by the entire community.

"Nuannuan, you must never let others know that you can make things disappear, understand? If they find out, they’ll burn you as a monster!" Zhou Mo coaxed.

Hearing Su Yang’s nonsense, the Demon Princess gnashed her teeth in anger. She threw the scrap of cloth in her hand to the ground and reached out to grab him.

The domain of destruction power was a complete void, which meant that whether it was the cultivation methods he already practiced or the seals he had recently obtained, they could all provide him with a significant amount of contribution points.

Tang Yuxin intended to pack the food to take home; once there, she would continue her feast and let those two starve.

Ye Baxi realized this in an instant, but then he recalled a discrepancy in time—specifically, the time after entering that ancient path.

A faint smile graced Yan Rong’s face as he nodded in understanding. Having followed Ye Lancao longer than the other three, he naturally understood her loyal and righteous nature better than anyone.

They say that soft-hearted people are the most ruthless when they finally harden their hearts. He would not hesitate, nor would he be indecisive; yet, as he turned, the arrow that pierced another’s chest had embedded itself in his own heart, a wound that would never heal in this lifetime.

Doctors are human, too. After such a grueling surgery, the fact that Tang Yuxin had managed to endure was likely due to sheer exhaustion. She could not possibly continue with a second one.

That year, Leng Chen’s family did not return, nor did Leng Han, but Gao Jing came back with the two children.

He had no worries now; compared to many others, he was incredibly fortunate. Born into a prestigious family, living in comfort, with both parents alive, brothers in harmony, a beautiful wife at home, and a child on the way—what more could he ask for?

Though the sea clansmen in the East Sea held some grievances and complaints toward Ao, they remained stable under the formidable authority of the old Prime Minister and kept their silence.

Seeing that Shui Yihan did not blame him, Fire Daoist breathed a sigh of relief. After offering his thanks and sitting down, he remained silent.

Knight John, who had been standing behind Lilith, nodded and stepped forward; his armor clattered with every step.

Hearing this, Hua Jiu paused for a moment before rising to approach the coffin. She looked at the remains, now unrecognizable, the exposed skin covered in lividity. Within the pale pupils, deep and shifting colors swirled like ink dropped into water, spreading in layers before finally dissolving into nothingness.

Qin Ge had long since noticed the difference. The phantom of the old man was demonstrating a martial technique that blended movement with light-body skills.

"Husband, is this the Feather God Realm? Why do we not see any disciples from the Spirit Cauldron Mountain? Could they be outside the restriction?" Yun Qingwan suddenly asked.

More unscrupulous merchants would simply take ordinary stones and use dyes to create pine-flower or python patterns to deceive buyers.

With one incident after another, and not a single person by his side to offer counsel or share his thoughts with, Fang Ao sat lonely on the couch. He gazed into the distance, where the rising sun cast a charming yet somber light.