Chapter 60 (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter 1)

She narrated in such a smooth, flowing tone, as though she had witnessed with her own eyes and heard with her own ears how the Empress had spoken to the Emperor. As I listened, a sour ache grew ever deeper in my heart; judging by this posture, the Empress was intending to arrange a match for Qimin.

"You—" Qianqian trembled with rage, utterly speechless. She knew full well that if this were Nangong Chen's doing, even a phone call would be entirely in vain. Glaring fiercely at the security guard, she turned and marched back toward the room. Yet since the main entrance was blocked, she realized she would have to devise another way out.

Just at that moment, a loud burst of laughter rang out. "Ha, you want to leave? Get past me first!" As the words faded, a phantom was seen standing suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a dense, roiling aura of demonic energy.

That was a power originating from the bloodline, akin to the innate ability of Ao Zhengchun, the Crimson-Blood Flame Dragon, which could encompass, devour, and fuse with all things.

Feeling shy and self-conscious, Qianqian hunched her back as much as possible, wishing to escape Nangong Chen's gaze. His burning, intense eyes seemed as though they would melt her entirely, rendering her limbs weak and limp with helplessness. Yet under such circumstances, how could she possibly escape the palm of Nangong Chen's hand? With a murmur of admiration, Nangong Chen covered her with his embrace.

Suddenly, a sleazy-looking man, noticing that Su Momo was entirely by herself, quietly crept up toward her.

Turning his head to see the ball cross the goal line, Chiellini was momentarily stunned as well. After casting a glance at the referee, he broke into a wild, ecstatic sprint.

"Why! Why are you so fickle? Why... Sob... You are so hateful, do you even know how hateful you are!" Du Maning slumped over the desk, unable to hold back her sobs as she repeatedly hurled questions through her tears. Outside the bedroom door, Mother Zhao sighed, shook her head, and walked away.

As the dozen or so senior physicians and specialists from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department approached the corridor where the consultation rooms were located, they saw quite a few doctors in white coats, nurses in uniform, and numerous patients with sickly complexions lined up in a lengthy queue before the rooms, numbering at least several dozen.

Whether the Xumi Ring truly existed or not, he could not tell, for after all, that was an artifact of the immortals from legend. However, regarding the Dimensional Pouch, Qi Daoteng had once admitted during a casual chat between the two that he indeed used a Dimensional Pouch, the internal space of which was extraordinarily vast, capable of holding even a renowned mountain directly within it.

Chen Fei scratched his head, a troubled expression crossing his face. To be honest, he was truly not very familiar with the situation there. For one, information in this era was far too closed-off; for another, his foundation at court was still shallow, making it impossible for him to grasp much of the intelligence at the very first moment.

Although Qinglian felt it mattered little, Susha Suman thought it somewhat wasteful. Yet upon reflection, if everyone were to return to the Demon Realm together, nothing here could be taken along anyway.

Judging by his expressions and words, the Ghost Doctor and Yan Chifeng clearly shared a long-standing history, and a very intimate one at that.

Precisely because of these aforementioned considerations, Dongfang Yuping had not yet shared the news with Blue Fatty that he was already capable of fusing Blue Fatty and Black Fatty into one.

After all, those few boulders in his family—revered as sacred materials by his ancestors—had been stored within the household for three thousand years. Through dozens of generations of forebears, no one had ever found a way to cut them with certainty, which was why Mo Fengdi had nearly been unable to sleep from excitement upon confirming that Hanhan possessed such a unique ability.

At this moment, the group slowly entered the outer courtyard of the imperial palace, only to see the scenery before them transform drastically, as though stepping into an entirely different realm.

"Heh, how could the inheritor of the Imperial Dragon be so fragile? As long as I draw half a breath, I will never truly die," Tong Xuan said with a faint smile.

"You dare make a move against this lord... Aren't you afraid..." The Demonic Claw Elder was stunned for a moment, slowly regaining consciousness only after Qin Tian finished exploring his sea of consciousness. Following that, a fierce glint flashed in the old demon's eyes as he let out a furious roar.

Sima Zhen was already terrified beyond measure at this point, barely managing to block the blow with his spiritual energy. Yet under the onslaught of Ma Zhao's fists, his defense was shattered in mere moments.

At this very instant, the Imperial-realm sect master-level figures present were startled, and then all flew into a rage, because the light of Buddha plunging down from the sky was specifically targeting them while shielding Qin Tian.

"Since you all knew, why haven't you come to capture me yet?" Liang Xia suddenly grew calm, a grim, ferocious smile breaking across his face.

He did not even bother to check who had ambushed him. Tucking his wings in, he plummeted downward like a sharp sword, chasing directly after the soul of the giant dragon.

The witch doctor rolled his eyes, wondering what he was plotting—perhaps he wanted to deliberately keep them in suspense or strike a bargain.

Indeed, their purpose in coming to this Chilinfan Mountain was to investigate what kind of monsters existed here, and whether there was any connection to the awakening Demon King Hyakumonogatari. Now that they had gathered the intelligence, the left hand of the Demon King before them clearly did not look like someone easy to deal with.

Summer this year had a hasty temper; it arrived early and departed just as quickly. A few days ago, a rainstorm accompanied by booming thunderbolts announced its grand finale. The blossoms knocked down by the fierce raindrops had not yet scattered when the cool breezes of early autumn arrived leisurely.

Shaoshang had initially felt that this mode of official appointment was unfavorable for grassroots talent to rise upward. Yet looking at the heavy bamboo slips in her hand, she felt that this thought was redundant. In a society where paper had yet to be developed and popularized, and where knowledge could not circulate at a low cost nor enlighten the common people, how could there ever be large-scale upward mobility for grassroots talent? This was the stark reality.

Wasn't he eager to fulfill Yuchi Gong's demand and marry Yuchi Baoyue sooner? Having such a great beauty placed right before his very eyes, the agonizing torment of being able to look yet unable to touch was simply too hard to endure.

"If anyone is going to add things for Zisheng, it will be me. In short, you are not to meddle in this by even a fraction! This is my final instruction to you, do you remember it?" Lord Ling asked mercilessly, showing no mercy at all.

Shen Lun did not panic. He already understood that to shatter a domain, there were two methods. The first was to break it by sheer force; when one's own power exceeded the load-bearing limit of the domain, one could tear it open. The second was to break a domain with another domain. A domain was the physical manifestation of one's own laws and Dao, and two different domains found it extremely difficult to fuse with one another.

Not to mention the spiritual herbs and elixirs required for cultivation, which were worth thousands of gold and hard to come by, let alone those formidable magical artifacts—without a certain foundation and financial backing, they were simply impossible to refine.

"Now that I have returned to my peak and even broken through my realm by a stroke of serendipity, I can better guard the Sunset Abyss!" King Leiyan said with a solemn expression.

"Xiaxia, you can stay in the fire-kitchen for a few days first. Tomorrow I will clear out Jiaojiao's room and have your father buy a bed, so you and Jiaojiao can share a room from now on."

Albert looked at her heartbroken expression, desperately wishing to help, but he was truly powerless.

Qiao Chu and Duan Zhangge offered no resistance, allowing the ghost-faced guards to bind them. Bai Hanian and Li Chengdu had intended to put up a desperate fight to the death, but seeing the other two make no move, they stood frozen in place for a moment and likewise allowed themselves to be bound by the ghost-faced guards.