Chapter 51

"I am truly sorry; it seems our transaction didn't quite work out, but I still desperately want to learn your Nether Ghost Sect's secret technique for refining Ghost Kings. What do you suggest I do?" Shen Feng looked at Liyan with a hint of a rogue's expression, sending chills down Liyan's spine.

That meal was naturally paid for by Bai Molan, and from that moment on, Yang Boxiang's image in her heart became utterly worthless.

Xie Xueshang said: You are a living Bodhisattva, you are the savior, and my eldest uncle is a relative of high-ranking officials, so naturally he cannot be compared to vulgar people.

The last sentence caused a tremor to run through the lodger, and he slowly walked into this office. He walked in so openly and brazenly, his heavy footsteps echoing, with no intention of hiding himself at all.

"What is there to worry about?" Du Yuesheng said with a smiling rebuke, then linked his arm through Wang Yazhiqiao's and walked inside.

Yueli originally didn't want to speak, but seeing him like this she had no choice, so she told her everything in detail.

Along the way, they encountered no further difficulties. After just half a day, the carriage finally came to a halt, stopping at a certain spot.

Shu Zhiqiang took the initiative to propose that he was willing to give his eldest son to Xie Wu to raise, carrying out the tradition of a nephew being adopted by his maternal uncle.

Lanhuo Lian said: This is my family's private business, is it any of your concern? Hey, I'm cursing someone else's wife, what the hell does it have to do with you?

Caught completely off guard by the word "dead" that slipped from his mouth, he was startled, bent his middle finger, and hurried to place it beneath her nostrils to test her breath.

At this moment, True Immortal Guangjie's body seemed to have become much more illusory, yet at the same time, it exuded waves of terrifying might—even more formidable than the combined power of his previous four attempts at refining the Fire Pill.

"Stop messing around. It's not that I drove him away; rather, he couldn't do anything to me, and I couldn't do anything to him, so he left," Han Fei shook his head and said.

Feng Wu slowly curved the corners of her lips. There were even spicier dances in modern times; what you are dancing now is merely a bit more revealing than ordinary dances. However, the effect is quite good.

Everyone admired him greatly, but now that such a huge superstar as Izayoi Miku had suddenly appeared, a great deal of attention was naturally drawn away.

This beast spirit originally belonged to the creatures of this Myriad Spirits World, and naturally carried the imprint of this Myriad Spirits World. As the God of the Two-Dimensional World, Ichigo had used supreme power to truly shatter the barriers of space; the imprint he originally carried was almost completely worn away during his passage through the dimensional wall.

Xueyuan's expression shifted slightly upon receiving his glance. She stepped forward and directly used her martial prowess to intimidate the scene, which instantly fell silent. Everyone looked at the person on the stage with eyes filled with fear.

King Qin sent Meng Ao to attack the Taiyuan of the Zhao State. Ning Xiao naturally could not interfere, but during Meng Ao's return journey, he could still pull some strings. As long as Zhao Zheng could not return to Qin alive, this plan would be considered a success.

Expanding outward, it transformed into an extremely powerful repulsive force that surged in all directions, directly crushing all the poisonous snakes within a radius of five meters to death.

All parties were discussing the death of Zhang Xiaolin, but no one ever knew who had secretly manipulated events to eliminate him.

Just as the Hokage-sama said, every era gives birth to a genius who walks ahead of their peers.

She had thought it was a serious matter, but who knew that after going to Madam Shang's place, they exchanged polite pleasantries in circles for quite a while before she finally understood—Madam Shang was asking her if she had any entanglements with Ouyang Yuanshui?

Upon hearing these words, the group of people in the hall hurriedly wore smiling faces, looked friendly at Qinghong, and nodded in agreement.

Even without any objections, a force at the sixth tier of Martial Honor was not yet enough to catch Lin Xiao's eye.

"We are just passing through and have nothing to do with you. You'd better step aside!" Pan Yuhong said coldly upon seeing that these guardians were somewhat fearful.

When she asked this, her heart was filled with anxiety, worrying that Wen Xianyun might have followed her all the way to Jinan Prefecture and also seen Xi Jiao, or perhaps learned the general whereabouts of Xi Jiao.

Huge white wings, the head of an eagle, completely bare-bodied, looking somewhat human yet not quite human, but with a physique remarkably similar to a human's.

Na Tie looked rather bewildered at the twins who had walked in, having no idea what they were up to.

The members of the Dragon Group had been arranged by Na Tie to lurk near various members of the Dark Council, even though they didn't know what those people looked like, and Na Tie himself didn't know what they looked like either.

"Speak clearly, I can't hear you," Qiao Hui shouted loudly, making her head ache even more intensely.

The opponent was clearly at the very front; therefore, while hurrying on his way, whenever he saw someone attempting to surpass him, he would fiercely strike out with a palm, forcefully beating the challenger back.

She followed her heart and walked into the wooden cabin, escaping the snow outside. Inside was a basin of fire, which seemed to be there to help her ward off the snowflakes.

Like a mud ball sinking into the vast sea, that hidden force capable of causing someone to suffer internal bleeding vanished without a trace, as if the opponent were a solid mountain wall—a lifeless object devoid of meridians, rendering the hidden force ineffective.

This was originally a Taoist term for setting up an altar to perform rituals for others; likewise, it is the most solemn activity in Taoist sacrificial ceremonies, used to honor immortals, worship deities, and revere saints. Beyond these, however, grand events like the Tri-Sect Martial Competition also fell within the scope of a Grand Dao Ritual.

The young people in the arena began to shout with fanatical enthusiasm. As expected of their idol—a madman who had challenged countless experts over the past two years—how could he possibly lose? Hearing mere rumors of the madman's strength had already made their blood boil with excitement; now seeing it with their own eyes, they were naturally thrilled beyond measure.

"Then let's share it." Without waiting for Nangong Yumo to react, Ling Yihan ran straight to her bed and lay down.

After the New Year came the children's first birthdays. The imperial family also observed the tradition of "catching the lotus" for the first birthday. Could it be that by then, the imperial consort and emperor would stand far apart across the selection table, ignoring each other entirely?

"Don't talk about Lu Mofeng like that." Gu Qing pinched his wrist, her voice very low, her mood clearly low.

In the end, Nangong Yumo found the game too boring and conceded defeat on her own initiative. "You win, okay? How boring."

She might only soften for a fleeting moment, but soon after, she would revert to her usual icy expression—an icy expression reserved solely for Fang Musheng.

Mo Yi struggled for quite a while before nervously walking up to Di Xuan and saying, "My Lord, offense is taken."

Li Kai and Wang Fengqi were the two major heavyweights in the second year of high school, and also good friends with Rong Zihua, the boss of their grade.

Li Yunmu utterly disdained such a position; all he desired was greater power, power that would allow him to become an unstoppable and mighty existence between heaven and earth from then on.