Volume 1, Chapter 25: "Where is the real Song Yaozhu!"

As Xie Liwei’s words fell, everyone present was struck with shock.

Fang Wencai pointed at Song Yaozhu in disbelief, shouting, "Xie Liwei, have you lost your mind? Song the Third was the one who started it!"

Xie Liwei’s gaze landed on the hand pointing at Song Yaozhu, already showing great impatience. Although he did not like her, it was not for others to bully her. Furthermore, she was his Princess Consort; to bully her was to insult him!

Without a second word, Xie Liwei raised his foot and kicked Fang Wencai to the ground. "Who do you think you are, daring to address me by my given name!"

No one expected Xie Liwei to resort to violence. Fang Wencai fell flat on his back into the spilled noodle soup on the floor.

The man surnamed Long had already reached the transport entrance, but he saw Lin Yu standing nearby with a stranger.

He dared not resist, kneeling back down and trembling as he listened to Chu Xiangtian’s roars, silently enduring the sound of him smashing objects.

Hearing the commotion, Chen Meifeng and Chen Meiling ran out, trembling in fear at the scene before them.

Chen Meilan stopped dwelling on those matters; she saw Ye Jinghuai’s eyes fixed directly on her, as if he meant to see right through her.

Franchising had not yet developed in this era; by the 21st century, it would be a very common practice.

Watching the sect elder, who had been burned until only half his body remained, writhing violently in the flames with his throat scorched so that no sound could escape, the onlookers remained silent, shaking their heads and sighing. Du Chengtai understood that knowing the sequence of events would, to some extent, alleviate their guilt.

The surrounding youths still possessed a youthful spirit. Having grasped the water path, the remaining days were a good opportunity for consolidation, especially for those who had only just mastered it. It was a pity, though, that they were filled with such pride that they could not settle down to solidify their cultivation.

Thinking of this, the Fifth Elder and Long Yingxue looked at the armed combatants of the A-San Federation with a playful glint in their eyes.

Upon hearing this, Yu Meiniang’s eyes filled with anxiety, but Madam Su suddenly took her hand, patting it gently as if to comfort her. Qiao Siwan smiled slightly; it seemed this Madam Su was more composed than her stepmother, Yu Meiniang.

"Continue to follow her and see what she intends to do. Most importantly, find out who placed that object under the tree, and who tipped her off to retrieve it." Li Ni’s expression was displeased; the person behind this was quite cautious.

Emperor Wutian and Wang Jingyun both wore expressions of extreme resentment, wishing they could tear Ling Tian to pieces immediately.

Although Consort Xin was still under house arrest, such a major event would surely reach her ears; after all, she was merely confined, not imprisoned like Noble Consort An.

Suddenly being thrown under the bus by Hua Jiu for the sake of clearing her own name, Hua Mingxuan felt nothing was amiss. He even believed this behavior was typical of Hua Jiu.

The entire room was silent. Everyone stared intently at Chiyuki Minai, fearing that if she nodded, Wanko would really slice open her stomach to prove whether she was truly a dark-hearted person.

"Go and fetch the incense I prepared yesterday, and take it to the second branch’s incense chamber." Hua Jiu walked out of the room, squinting at the warming eastern horizon, a deep, ironic smirk playing on her lips.

Yan Shiyi slowly pressed Yan Liuwu’s soul down, gradually merging it with her physical body. Once fully integrated, he began to strike Yan Liuwu’s body forcefully from the center of her brow, moving downward across her entire frame until her skin turned crimson.

Ling Tian did not even spare him a glance, ignoring him entirely. Zhurong had intended to humiliate him earlier; this was only his just deserts.

Lou Lanyu and Hong Mingsheng were entrusted by Lin Bin, who had Liu Yunxu give each of them a Life-Extending Pill, begging them to ensure Luo Yinhong’s safety.

A pair of slender, bright eyes peered at Li Zhen, as if trying to discern his hidden thoughts.

Before Ghost Butterfly could continue speaking, the black cat snatched the steamed bun from her hand and lay on the table, devouring it with satisfaction as if it were a rare delicacy.

Although Zhu Da had been treated by Pan Haodong, who had pulled him back from the brink of death, he still doubted Pan Haodong could cure leukemia. After all, unlike physical trauma, leukemia was an incurable disease that left the entire world helpless.

Chen Lei sighed after I finished speaking but said nothing else. It seemed he intended to stay. Since that was his decision, I had nothing more to say, so after sitting at the Chen residence for a while, I turned and headed to the Feng residence.

She felt too embarrassed to approach and ask directly. How could she ask? Should she say, "Were you just talking about me?"

Returning to the villa, it was empty. Mother Li and He Ruiqin had taken Liu Yiqing to play on the island. As for Fatty and Min Qian, they were off somewhere showing off their affection, while Father Li and Liu Xinhui were leisurely acting as reclusive masters in a dense forest with their bodyguards.

The police chief shouted into his walkie-talkie, his voice echoing across the entire island through the amplified speakers.

Ghost Butterfly put down her blade but placed a spiritual seal of restraint on the main tree, though no one knew what she was planning.

Ghosts and humans cannot be mentioned in the same breath. Humans require ten months of gestation, but the child of a ghost is different. In just a few short days, Li Chaojun was born.

Yun Xiao sighed inwardly. If the High Priest were as gullible as Xiao Mo, how could she have constantly been at a disadvantage?

Japan was a resource-poor island nation that relied entirely on plundering the occupied territories to support its war effort, and grain was the most vital strategic resource.

The first tier is the specialty attribute; for instance, my strongest attribute is spiritual power, so that is my first-tier attribute. Brother Zhao, your agility is your first-tier attribute.

When Chu Tian came to his senses, a figure in golden armor was already standing quietly before him.

"Dissolve! Dissolve! Taiyin and Taiyang, become one! From this moment on, my world shall be named—The Heavenly Domain!" In an instant, as this barrier merged with the two worlds, the entire universe fell silent, and the previously turbulent forces of earth, water, fire, and wind ceased their struggle.

"And so?" To Murong Xiwan’s barrage of biting remarks, Su Liuliu threw back only those three words, her attitude marked by indifference and a touch of arrogance.

They had planned to return to Donghai in the afternoon, but an unexpected storm broke out near Rainbow City, delaying them until nightfall. Su Yingshi had specifically arranged for an escort to take them back to Donghai.

"I’ll be back soon. Where are you eating?" Chen Ran asked, hearing that Guo Hai did not sound like he was at the hotel.