Volume One, Chapter 47: A Fifteenth-Level Beast, Just Right

"You, you, you—"

The other two warriors’ lips trembled, their eyes wide with disbelief that Ye Cheng had actually attacked them.

But Ye Cheng did strike.

Not only did he kill one, but he also took down two in succession, leaving only the last one—a clearly cunning warrior—alive.

"Don’t kill me!"

The man collapsed to the ground, terrified out of his wits.

Ye Cheng’s strength left him with no courage to resist.

"One chance only. Will you talk or not?"

Fan Jun rushed out the door and brought Wei Rui before Yuan Xiang. Wei Rui reached out to touch Yuan Xiang’s forehead, and only then did his anxious heart ease. The child’s high fever had finally broken; it seemed the child’s life could be saved.

Uncle Jiang sneered coldly, "Hah! Still trying to cling on and not leave? Don’t blame me for turning my back on you!" He bore no ill will toward Qiu Ruoshui; the child had always been sensible, just unfortunate to have such a reckless mother.

It was clearly his inaction, his selfishness, that caused all the blame to fall on her. With shameless arrogance, he claimed it was for the stability of the Southern Province, using his power to expel her and even impose restrictions on her—merely to escape the harsh reality.

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Separated from Lujiang Commandery by a river, Danyang Commandery was governed by Wu Jing, Sun Ce’s uncle, but with the powerful mountain tribes like Zulang and Jiaoyi to the south and warlords like Xue Li and Zuo Rong to the north, he barely held his ground in Danyang and could hardly dispatch troops to support Sun Ce.

Yu Minglang severely beat Nong Yao, then provocatively raised his middle finger, saying the beating was on behalf of Qiyu Pavilion. If Nong Yao didn’t believe it, he could ask Qiyu Pavilion himself. Having said that, Yu Minglang turned and left.

The rules of the Xuantian Sect mandated that servants must reach the sixth level of Qi Refinement within ten years before becoming external disciples, or else be favored by senior cultivators.

"Why are you..." Yu Annuan heard footsteps and turned around. Before she could finish speaking, she was stunned, blinking blankly at him.

She indeed had no appetite—just as people often say, when one is starving beyond a point, one loses all desire to eat.

Old Yang nodded in agreement and then, with heavy, unsteady steps, supported himself on the stair railing as he descended.

This city was beautiful, despite the constant drizzling rain; its clarity and prosperity endeared it to its long-term residents.

"But..." the steward wanted to say more, but fell silent immediately upon seeing Chu Shao’s cold gaze.

The King of Chu was so furious he nearly leapt up, almost strangling her with a raised hand. If she hadn’t mentioned that, it would have been fine; but now, he was deeply frustrated.

"Mother believes he will eventually let go of the hatred in his heart," Liang Huan said. Although Luo Bai’s earlier address of her as “Princess Consort” felt so unfamiliar that it caused a slight pang in her heart, she hoped that one day Luo Bai would call her “Mother” again.

This excitement even overshadowed the disappointment and resentment of learning he had been betrayed by his own people, unable to truly "live again" through his host.

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"I didn’t say anything, so why are you crying?" Haozi anxiously hurried to wipe her tears.

"Aren’t you handsome, charming, and a medical prodigy? Anyone wanting to run away with you must have circled the Sixth and Eighth Ring roads around by now!" She avoided giving him a direct answer.

The power of the Soul Saint stage could only be unleashed at the cost of one’s life—using it once would cost at least ten years of lifespan; using it multiple times would likely prevent him from living past thirty.

Realizing this, he looked at Hua Qiange, feeling as if she was mocking him, and glared fiercely at her.

They could definitely finish the food; their family came from the countryside, and it was no secret that rural folk ate heartily. Besides, everyone worked during the day, so eating a lot each meal was perfectly normal.

Li Jing’s heart warmed, unable to restrain his feelings, and he suddenly leaned over to kiss her forehead quickly.

Smelling his own body, there was no scent at all. The benefit of leaving one’s Yin Spirit behind was that with a wave of the sleeve, not even a cloud would be carried away.