Volume 1, Chapter 31: Gu Lan's Breakdown

The leader dressed in resplendent robes snorted coldly and said, "Since he is alone and unguarded, let us teach him a lesson. However, the tuition for this lesson will be his life." As the leader uttered the final word, the air around seemed to grow frigid.

The Nine Fingers of the Netherworld pointed with a ghostly howl, the eerie sound chilling the soul. The dense drumbeats immediately faltered, unable to withstand the discordant melody, and the waist drum fell with a single gesture.

"Wang Bo, you must also be one who cultivates qi," Chen Xu murmured softly, coming back to his senses.

I smeared the blood from my fingertip onto the Yin-Yang spike and then pierced it about two centimeters into the coffin.

Jiang Yi’s entire body seemed to sprout thousands of electric thorns, his hair lifted high, floating in the air. His body, like a supernova cast into the void, illuminated the entire world.

Lin Liang took the form and returned a grateful smile to the young lady, then began filling out the form she handed him. After a short while, he handed the completed form back to her.

Outside the Spirit Residence, the person in charge quietly breathed a sigh of relief, apologized to everyone, and retreated inside. The onlookers, seeing the whirlpool of spiritual energy dissipate, decided not to linger any longer, especially since the Tenglong Conference was soon to commence.

Maple Tree Village was small, covering only ten miles around. Though modest in size, it was home to over two hundred households. Though conditions were somewhat impoverished, the villagers were self-sufficient, living fulfilling and serene lives.

She knew Zhao Jingwen was right; she and Li Yanran could never leave Chen Xu. If she truly wished to be with him, joining their ranks was the only way.

The visitor spoke no words but presented Yunxiao. Seeing Yunxiao, Yan Ruqi smiled, and the bird became lively, fluttering its wings as if ready to dive into her embrace.

As the distant Nadels drifted away, Bright’s thoughts sank into despair, feeling utterly alone and abandoned, almost begging on the streets. Suddenly, upon hearing the advisor’s second point, he froze in shock.

Zhang Yang had no intention of prying into Wang Ying’s privacy; after all, they lived in the same place, and invading someone’s privacy was something only a scoundrel would do.

Lying on the kang, Gu Changnian was filled with despair, believing he was doomed once again. In a daze, someone poured a bitter, slightly pungent concoction into his mouth.

Arriving at the back mountain, the two chose a spacious spot conducive to discussion and martial arts exchange.

“Grandpa Yin, rest assured, I will take good care of Mengyao!” came Ye Qingfeng’s shout from afar.

After a month of effort, the film managed to capture scenes of a race against some ruffians, including a fight sequence, which required night shooting.

But speaking of deer, every part of it is a treasure—deer blood, antler, penis, meat—none is without its value!

His low-key nature made him unwilling to get involved, especially since he had never heard of this Lord W before.

Afa felt great, the sunglasses adding much charisma, making him look like a boss from television.

Qin Siling, seeing his swift agreement, looked at him deeply and said, "Since you know Guo Yanlong, I believe you must be quite wealthy. How about this: my demand isn’t high—just support me with five… fifty thousand. How about that?" It was unclear whether the hesitant "five" meant ten thousand or a million.

“Father has arrived; you can’t go out,” Long Kun said, picking up a shovel and a basket to stand by Hong Mei.

He never imagined the Carefree Sword could attack autonomously. Well, that saved much trouble. After seizing the ginseng, he returned to the stone chamber.

Today was a celebration unlike any in Lin’an’s history. Shi Miyuan, representing the emperor, personally came five miles outside the city at Wuliting to welcome the triumphant return of the Southern Conquest Marshal Li Zhixiao. The entire scene was adorned in red and gold, with drums and gongs blaring. Officials all wore excited expressions, gazing down the deserted official road.

After a while, Han Xiao still showed no signs of movement. Suddenly, the phone rang. Taking it out, he was surprised to see it was Qin Siling. He wondered what she would want at this hour.

With a gulp, Han Xiao swallowed the bitter medicinal wine just poured into his mouth.

Within the encampment, in a room, Lang Hongxiang had just changed clothes and hadn’t yet cleared his aura when he sensed a fierce battle in the distant sea area. The terrifying power could annihilate them all.

The group flew through the air for about the length of an incense stick, finally arriving at the Longevity Garden, where the Immortal Emperor Wanshou specializes in settling those celebrating their birthdays.

After a long while, Shu Yi didn’t deliberately keep track of the time; he simply felt that quite some time had passed.

Though this building was the largest in the village, it was obvious no one had lived there before. It was dilapidated and old, with many leaks in the roof.

At Huayan Hall, Qing Ning was new here and had never even heard the hall’s name before. Why was she supposed to bring food to Lady Li and then return to find her?

His throat instantly tightened. Staring at the man before him in disbelief, his eyes widened further and further.

Still not fully awake, Yin Mian frowned, coughing violently amid the thick, billowing smoke.

Xiao Chen also had an obsession with this news. Chen Lanyu was not surprised; the persistence of Lan Shengyan and others toward Xiao Chen suggested he was likely their comrade, probably an important one.

Two fists could not withstand four hands; no matter how skilled Concubine Le was, she could not escape the inescapable net. Besides, she never intended to survive.

Alas! Before transmigration, I was a hopeless homebody. After transmigrating, I resolved to change and not be a recluse, yet fate had other plans! Everyone stood in front of my boundless stars and sea, forcing me to remain a homebody.

“What is that…” Cang Jing, who had just stood, sat back down by the monitor, attempting to adjust the camera angle to see the object clearly.

Although Lei Bao wielded the power of lightning capable of contending with Lin Yun, in sheer numbers, how could he compare?

Compared to the heavy snow that had fallen a few days ago outside the car window, the white blanket had not yet fully melted. Snow clung to tree branches, bus stop signs, and shop roofs, creating a beautiful and unique scene.