Volume 1, Chapter 48: Grandmother Fainted?

Shang Yinqiong hurried back to the Manor of the Defender of the Country.

The moment she vaulted over the wall and landed in her courtyard, Lingyu rushed over, her tears not yet wiped away. "Young Miss."

Lingyu was sobbing so hard her breath hitched, unable to string a complete sentence together for the longest time.

Shang Yinqiong quickly patted her back. "Calm down and take your time. Tell me slowly."

Lingyu gave a sharp sniff.

"Young Miss, the Old Madam has fainted. Please go and see her."

"What?"

How could her grandmother have fainted when she was perfectly fine?

Without time for second thoughts, Shang Yinqiong immediately took Lingyu and rushed to the Old Madam's courtyard.

The Old Madam's courtyard was already surrounded by a crowd of people.

"Father, Mother..."

The closer they got, the more vast and magnificent the divine tree appeared, and even the "Divine Tree City" nestled beneath it was gradually taking on a grand scale.

Seeing that the person blasted away was actually an enforcement guard of the main city, and among them were even peak Earth Realm Human Sovereigns, a trace of shock flashed across the eyes of the countless onlookers.

What a big jerk, a scoundrel! Not only did he openly flirt with her in the hospital corridor, but he even brazenly cornered her against the wall—it was a sheer provocation to the dignity of Inspector Bai.

The heavy copper hammer in Old Seven's hand was deflected, and a numb, tingling sensation, like an electric shock, rippled instantly from Old Seven's wrist through his entire body.

When Yang Xiao arrived, over a hundred cultivators had already gathered at the Star Master Hall, all of them at least at the fourth-tier ancient bloodline level.

"You've already kowtowed, off you go. You needn't worry about those ruffians anymore." Since Ah Wu had already helped her, she didn't mind seeing it through to the end; otherwise, once they left, those men would inevitably return for revenge.

Especially when their gazes turned once more toward that figure in white, leaving them feeling exceptionally parched and dry.

The number of items obtainable in the early stages was limited, and very few people would trade equipment or skills for money. Whatever could be worn was worn, and whatever could be carried was kept. After all, a single extra attribute point increased one's chance of survival. Unless it was something completely useless, people rarely sold it or traded it away.

Luo Yucheng was like a withered leaf struck down by the autumn wind, tumbling across the ground before slamming hard against the wall.

It had only been a little over an hour, and it was actually completed! Countless incredulous gazes snapped in unison toward the black-robed youth on the arena stage.

"With this passage, we can enter the Zhongchuan Continent at any time. Let's see who dares to target our subordinate sects in the future," Muchen said, his eyes filled with excitement.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo was so thrilled he was practically moved to tears of joy. How could he possibly let go of such an opportunity? To be a follower of Linchuan was equivalent to receiving the treatment of an inner disciple. The mere privilege of cultivating on the Bailing Mountain alone left ordinary inner disciples far behind in the dust.

"I heard someone say there was a disturbance outside the stadium, so I came to take a look," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

At this moment, those aristocratic youths all gazed silently at the spirited and heroic Cheng Wushuang, their hearts filled with myriad emotions.

This time when Li Zhuo ventured out, he brought plenty of food and water, preparing for a long-term cultivation session. Before leaving, he had already informed Jiang Xinran that if he did not appear for a period of time, it meant his current matters were unfinished, and she could contact him directly by phone if anything came up.

Yan Yangqiu, the chief senior disciple of the Tianyan Sect, also eyed Linchuan coldly at this moment, utterly unable to utter any more of his previous contemptuous words.

Looking at Wenwen's state, Linxuan could only feel helpless, sighing that it was impossible to understand fandom culture with normal human logic.

"Chieftain, rest assured. The southeast of the Great Song has enjoyed peace for too long, and the local garrison armies have long since rotted away. As long as our army does not operate right outside Xuzhou City, the imperial court's troops will certainly not dare to act rashly." Luan Tingyou had traveled widely through the pugilistic world and was well-acquainted with the conditions of various regions.

Later, the two chatted about some other matters, and Yang Huaiyin left Zhang Dong's office carrying the first batch of sales data.

Yuan Yue watched Xiang Tian, covered in blood as he slaughtered everyone in his path, and silently shed tears.

She smiled triumphantly as her long fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, suddenly caressed his thigh, slowly tracing upward before pausing at a certain spot to draw gentle circles. Her wicked eyes gleamed with a seductive light as she stared fixedly at him.

Peng Ronghai had spent the greater part of his life in the hospital, so he naturally knew there were surveillance cameras in the hallway. That was why he hadn't done it himself, but instead ordered someone else to carry out the deed. Even if Zhang Dong checked the surveillance footage, he would only see that patient's family member, and it would have nothing to do with him at all.

Chen Haoran stopped after advancing thirty or forty meters, having discovered a strange circular entrance flanked on both sides by glowing blue crystals, looking utterly profound and mysterious.

Wu Gang also desperately desired the Emperor Sovereign Fruit. Having come this far, how could he be willing to give up without even trying?

"Welcome, honored guest from afar. Please forgive this poor monk for failing to greet you from the threshold," said an elderly man draped in a gold-threaded kasaya as he slowly approached, holding one hand in a Buddhist greeting before his chest.

This event had come too suddenly. Aside from overwhelming indignation, Ning Hongyuan also felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart, lowering his head to gaze with terror and fury at the bearded man vomiting black blood on the ground.

That night, Ling Mohan was even more vigilant than usual. At the slightest movement or murmur from Qin Shu, he would jolt awake, stare at her for a long time to confirm she was fine, and only then drift back into a light sleep.

At this moment, everyone seated below was excited and reassured, their faces brimming with joyful smiles. Some even wept tears of joy, shouting aloud, "The common people of the world are truly blessed, truly blessed..."

"It's nothing. I've simply accepted Gu Qi's existence. If even I cannot accept it, then others certainly never will." Gu Qi glanced at Beric beside him.

Huang Longyue had originally wanted to urge Xia Fan to help him save people. But upon seeing so many stone giants suddenly burst forth, he immediately thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Rushing to save people at a time like this was practically courting death, and if he urged Xia Fan to do such a thing, Xia Fan would have every right to turn on him.

Just as I was about to turn around, the straight flame of the lighter suddenly flickered, as if something was blowing on it, giving me a huge scare. The moment the flame flickered, I caught a glimpse of the female monster, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.