Volume One, Chapter 25: Bai Mengli, an Unexpected Encounter with Pingyang

Chen Xuanting left the wilderness with Tuoba Zhan. Having no intention of returning to the Taixuan Sect, he planned to head to the mortal realm to assist the Emperor of Chu in establishing a dynasty and seizing the destiny of heaven.

Without destiny, one is susceptible to catastrophe at any moment. Without destiny, even if opportunity stands right before one's eyes, it will slip through one's fingers.

A whip kick landed viciously on A-Bao’s broad face, yet an invisible force rendered him completely unable to move. With that single strike, a visible distortion appeared across his face.

Before the words had even faded, his figure moved. The two burly men in fitted attire did not even have time to draw their weapons before their bodies stiffened and they collapsed to the ground.

Because Anderson was too wary of Sun Zhuo's breakthrough, he failed to provide sufficient interference, allowing Sun Zhuo to sink a three-pointer.

The moment He Hao entered the room, his eyes fell upon the screen. The vast amount of projected data and the offshore destination sent a chill through his heart—Lu the Lame possessed such comprehensive intelligence that He Hao could never hope to match him.

This step was crucial; if the mental energy was infused correctly, the medicinal effect would double, but if handled poorly, the entire bucket of herbs would be ruined.

The massive explosion made the ears of the rebel leaders on the platform ring incessantly, leaving them in a state of sudden panic and utter helplessness.

Ye Qingling did not know how she had reacted; she had simply followed Su Yang's words subconsciously. By the time she regained her senses, she had already flashed and used her Q ability.

Therefore, Lin Yan would occasionally visit this traditional Chinese medicine shop to purchase some of the herbs he required.

She was well aware of Min Sinian's ruthless methods, which was exactly why she was worried—if the girl were harmed, wouldn't she be the one to suffer the loss?

As long as he used his "Acting Cool" points to redeem some miraculous elixir from the "Acting Cool" system, healing his severe injuries and finishing off the gigantic bear monster before him would be a matter of minutes.

As soon as Xiao Yunmo uttered these words, everyone in the underground palace gasped, holding their breath in silence, none daring to speak.

In the fifteenth year of Guangxu, 1889 AD, the Empress Dowager returned power to the Emperor, allowing Guangxu to rule in his own right. Now, in the twentieth year of Guangxu, the Empress Dowager’s word was still law.

Gu Lan had shared a bed with her for twenty years and understood her personality well, yet she still wanted to try. Moreover, because of her illness, she would be unable to bear children her entire life; could she really let him remain without an heir?

The drawer for snacks was filled with nuts—hazelnuts, walnuts, and pine nuts—all neatly portioned into individual bags.

Lan Yuchen nodded. Even if something were to happen later, wasn't there still Mu Ximo?

Most of the back courtyard already knew. Since it was the time when each courtyard collected their morning meals, the news spread like wildfire. It was likely that the entire back courtyard, and perhaps the entire harem, now knew that Talent Chen had been strangled and Precious Lady Bai had been frightened into madness.

Mo Jingyuan sat in his office chair with a gloomy expression. The newspaper in his hand had been crumpled into a ball, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if he were struggling to restrain himself.

I watched Qin Shuo, refusing to utter a word no matter what he said. Finally, I simply took out my phone to record the conversation; I was worried that another misunderstanding might arise between him and Ye Hansheng later on.

This second batch of arrivals—a full thirty large ships, each with a capacity exceeding three thousand shi—greatly enhanced the transport capabilities of the ocean-going fleet.

"Stupid Master, you're finally awake!" Seeing the familiar silhouette of the Magic Spirit, Wang Hao felt a deep sense of warmth.

It was evident that if one wished to enlist his services, ordinary items would likely fail to catch his eye.

Under the suppression of the Yin-Yang Fish formation, the two drops of essence blood within Xiao Tianchen finally calmed down. Guided by the power of the formation, they became extraordinarily docile, no longer clashing and repelling each other as they had before, no longer intent on a life-or-death struggle.