Chapter 28: I Am No Longer the Person I Once Was

Iodine disinfection stings, but when my master uses spiritual energy to heal me, it doesn't hurt at all. Oh, Master, I will certainly be a devoted disciple to you in the future.

Xu Hengliang's master had been kicked into seclusion by Venerable Yu Yi. Seeing no hope of rescue and suffering under the painful blows of his grandmaster, he could no longer bear it. Pointing at Jiang Yao, he wailed, his words clear and articulate: "It was she who told me to catch the koi and roast it to frame Jiang Wan. The idea was hers, and she even helped me catch the fish! Boo-hoo!"

Tang Ding was not afraid of going, but he worried that the information might be unreliable. A wasted trip would be a minor matter, but he feared missing the chance to save Xing Muliu.

Inside the Ghost Venerable Tower, the goal was self-cultivation. Therefore, I abstained from using any of those monstrous techniques, such as the Deity Invocation Mantra, relying instead on simple ghost arts and Taoist spells to strike my enemies. My focus was on practicing the switching between these arts and their complementary usage.

Upon hearing the words of the Southern Domain sovereign, the Western Domain sovereign retorted without showing any weakness, his face twisted in a mask of ferocious hatred.

On our side, no one realized that danger was imminent. Everyone was still busy strategizing on how to deal with those Shura clansmen when, suddenly, a powerful aura descended and enveloped the entire field.

"This—these words make it sound as if I’m jealous." Chu Si thought gloomily. Although she felt a slight unease, she had always been self-aware and never considered herself the greatest beauty in the world. This discomfort was only a tiny bit, wasn't it? What filled her heart was more curiosity than anything else, right?

The soldiers of the Eastern Army, their cultivation sealed, were completely defenseless. The soldiers of the Northern Army cut through them as easily as slicing vegetables, killing with effortless ease.

Mu Xinwan was also curious. She took the hairpin and examined it repeatedly, but could not discern anything unusual. She suddenly recalled the fidgeting and unease of Chu Rong when he was here last night. Could it be that he had slipped it in while he was visiting her?

Yan Qing took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly flashing with intense light. He summoned the Seven-Soul Banner, and his head began to transform, instantly sprouting nine snake heads! Each head was gargantuan, their blood-red maws gaping wide. It had been many years since Yan Qing had revealed his true form.

If a primary wife passes away, then as long as the husband does not remarry, the concubine may be elevated to the position of successor wife.

"Damn, that’s twisted," Kang Mang'ang couldn't help but click his tongue after receiving the information from Aruba.

Broly had been warming up on the sidelines for a long time. Hearing Luo Tian's command, his eyes lit up, and he lunged toward Muse like a tiger released from its cage.

The squad leader of the first platoon laughed triumphantly. With the air of a pampered young master, he picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks, popped it into his mouth, and raised an eyebrow at the fourth platoon leader. He bit down hard, only to suddenly jump up and spit the entire dumpling out with a disgusted "Pah!"

The crowd let out a series of exclamations, but they were merely onlookers, so they didn't think much of it.

Thinking about my family environment, if I went to beg them, they would be more likely to trample on me than help me. Helping me? That’s impossible to even imagine.

One is to travel across the Tianlin Continent in place of the true body, and the other is to act as a decoy to handle various situations.

Only by standing here, in this very place, did Wang Zhaoyang truly understand the concept of the snow line that his geography teacher had explained years ago.

It would have been far more convenient and natural to draw water with his back to Zhang Zhishu, yet Scholar Meng chose to face her. While reciting poetry, he didn't forget to flirtatiously toy with a few strands of hair at his temples; his posture was no different from that of a courtesan soliciting business from a balcony.

Zhang Zhishu truly did not hold Ma Lianjiao in high regard. The fact that she was able to return alive only meant that the Shifang Pavilion still needed her to keep an eye on the Han family.

Even so, in the hearts of everyone present, there was a unanimous consensus: against Bai Wuming, Baili Dengfeng stood no chance of winning. Perhaps the previous exchange had been merely a casual move by Bai Wuming, while Baili Dengfeng had already exerted his full strength.