Volume One, Chapter 28: How Far Has It Gone?

The health of the Madam of the Xin household has been declining steadily in recent years, leaving her plagued by illness. Many in the outside world are aware of the reason: it is widely believed that her condition is the result of being constantly angered by her son, who has become increasingly unpromising and degenerate.

Black Tiger tossed his wine pouch into Su Hu’s arms with his left hand and laughed, "Rest assured! I still have my wine to think about, so I will certainly make this a swift victory!" With that, he led three thousand Black Tiger troops and sixteen hundred Winged troops into the forest.

"Brother Shen, I am quite alright. I was merely feeling distressed earlier and came here to vent. Please forgive me if I have caused any offense," Zhao Wuyou said apologetically.

Meanwhile, Ma Chao sat before Ma Teng, incessantly showing off the telescope in his hand.

Ye Feng watched as he rode recklessly down the hillside. The warhorse struck a stone with its hind legs, nearly throwing him off; it stumbled several times before finally regaining its footing.

Consequently, among the experts and pundits—who love to spout impenetrable, erudite, and supposedly profound professional jargon regarding year-on-year and month-on-month growth—the fame of the visitors from Xenia soared by several more percentage points as everyone vied to spread the news.

In all the years he had known her, he had seen Nia happy, laughing, angry, roaring, and flying into a rage, but he had never once seen her cry.

The heavy cavalry was armed to the teeth. The sky-darkening volley of arrows had no effect on them; one could only hear the "ding-ding-ding" sounds of arrows striking heavy armor.

Nearly every cultivator watching let out a roar, convinced they were witnessing a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Given Luo Ziyu’s temperament, if she were not careful, she would very likely bring great calamity upon herself.

Ye Fuyi saw the sincerity in Feng Qingzhan and knew there was no reason for him to be deceitful in this matter, so she immediately accepted the stack of indentures.

Indeed, this Dragon Tomb leads to Lingyun Cave! Although Nie Renwang could not use the Art of Aohan Six Extremes at this moment, he remained a master of the Golden Core stage. Furthermore, having consumed the Blood Bodhi of the Fire Qilin for years, he had reached the very peak of the Golden Core realm.

The "convenient" father outside the door turned green with rage upon hearing this! He gripped his hands tight, suppressing the urge to strike at Duan Yanqing; the two had just traded a few blows using the One Finger Meditation, and in the end, Duan Yanqing had gained the upper hand.

"Has Noble Consort De ever seen cows flying in the sky?" Ye Fuyi’s smile faltered, and a flicker of disgust crept into her eyes as she looked at the consort.

Damn it, being unilaterally crushed in daily life was one thing, but why did he have to be dragged down for comparison now?

"What on earth is this thing? It’s different from a rotting corpse. If you say it’s alive, it shouldn’t possess this kind of power—approaching the Spirit Refining realm. What exactly is this creature?" the young man muttered in confusion, seemingly trying to figure out what it was.

"I cannot summon the ancestors of the Ye family, but I can certainly invite those whom the Ye family is capable of calling upon; that is quite feasible." It might take a bit longer, but the results should be effective.

Only the two sacrificers who had regained their strength could contend with it, but they were facing a formidable adult Yingzhao.

Gu Chen looked at Xue Youyou with some confusion. Could this so-called Ice Prism Mark really be nothing more than this?

Yang Bo spent a couple of hours finally counting the cowhides—four thousand eight hundred and twelve in total—and pulled over the ledger to verify them.

Ron could sleep soundly in the truck seat, and Old Bai could perch on the truck bed without needing to fly. Whenever the truck driver stopped for a meal, Ron would take Old Bai to grab something to eat nearby, like a burger or some fried chicken.

"Thankfully, I remember the location." Xuanyuan Xuexue gathered all the documents in a few quick movements, placed them on the table, took a sheet of paper, and began to jot down notes.

Zhou Yan listened as Nie Feng rambled on about the romantic exploits of this so-called "Gallant Lord." After hearing it all, Zhou Yan really felt he should be called the "Promiscuous Lord" instead; the guy was truly a scumbag.

She did not want him to think she was still clinging to him, and she least of all wanted to see him in such a setting.

The burly man who had helped Young Master Gao to his feet was stunned by these words, utterly bewildered.

"I have not yet arrived, so why are you bowing to each other as husband and wife?" Murong Che’s voice rang out at the same time as the officiating minister’s words.

When Chu Weixiao learned of this, he waved his hand and ordered everyone still remaining in the Chu household to be driven out.

The space was cramped, and the atmosphere was strange. A tangle of emotions intertwined—a thrilling sense of having survived a disaster, mingled with an indescribable feeling of resentment and worry.

Just like Anlieke standing before them, holding the secret to becoming a god—there are very few people in this world who would not be moved by that.

Yang Fugui’s expression changed; his face turned shades of blue and purple, filled with an awkwardness that likely stemmed from me exposing him.

Had an ordinary person tried to meet the attack head-on, they would surely have been scalded by the lamp oil or suffered broken bones from the heavy bronze lamp body. However, with a flick of his sleeve, the old monk sent a gust of wind sweeping forward. The flames atop the burning bronze lamp were extinguished, and the spilled lamp oil was blown by this fierce gale, changing direction to surge back toward Wu Jie.

In order to create this special state of "Man and Sword as One," Qin Wu had studied countless martial arts manuals. According to his research, there was one prerequisite for merging a sword into one's own body: the sword must develop a spirit, becoming a legendary Spirit Sword.