Chapter 28: Spoilers for Bai Yue

Ling Xiao pushed the seal toward her again. “Yue’er, don’t say that. We are not asking you to make any contribution to our Priest Temple. All we ask is that you keep the Priest Temple in your heart.”

“You can become the honorary vice-master of my Priest Temple. You need only hold the title in name.”

Bai Yue: …

Entirely unnecessary.

Moreover, Bai Yue keenly detected something amiss.

She was an outsider who had only just arrived at the Priest Temple, yet they were already treating her with such overwhelming enthusiasm—

Because they knew that only a few minutes had passed between Liang Yifan ending the call and Meng Qingyun calling in.

After hearing the sound of the door closing downstairs, Liang Yifan shot up from the bed.

“Is this what a god is?” Seber did not draw his sword. Instead, he closed his mortal eyes and used the sword as his eyes to observe this world veiled beneath a layer of glass.

The Champions League knockout-stage draw was rife with grudges and talking points. In order to ensure that the knockout rounds had enough explosive moments and attractions, UEFA had racked its brains—throwing even the last shred of dignity aside.

Besides, unlike Western medicine, which required examinations covering a great deal of basic and specialized knowledge, the traditional-medicine test was essentially limited to identifying medicinal materials and prescriptions, then prescribing medicine for a patient while the practitioners of traditional medicine served as witnesses.

Seeing that Su Jiangzi wore that ever-smiling expression, Lu Ling could not help feeling intensely disgusted. Fortunately, she still knew how to restrain herself and rein in her emotions.

Normally, an international break required two matches to be played. Leeds United had already lost two players to injury in the very first match, which was undeniably infuriating.

The martial arts and footwork she had used against Yin Changhui the previous night had once again overturned his understanding of Jiu’er. That ghostly footwork was something he had seen her use in the military camp before, but this time it was different.

However, like another genius, Howard Hughes, Parsons had his own flaws as well.

Chen Yun was still unwilling to give up. She asked Professor Yang why he had destroyed the final mural for no apparent reason. The Second Master certainly knew the cause, but he refused to say. After explaining my doubts, he had simply kept his mouth shut.

“How annoying!” Su Momo pushed Shi Zichen away, but her heart was sweet. She was deeply moved that Shi Zichen could remember every little moment they had shared.

When Shi Zichen returned home, he saw only the trembling servants. She was nowhere to be found.

“Zichen, I’m truly sorry. When you were injured, I wasn’t able to visit you often.” After sitting down in Shi Zichen’s room, Shi Hao apologized to him.

“Forget it. I’ve made up my mind. Since I did this, I’ll take responsibility. Once the child is born, even if I have to sell a kidney, I’ll raise him to adulthood.” Lu Chen glared, looking as though he were prepared to face death without regret.

Ji Yuchen and the others were instantly startled. Although the White Heavenly Wolf King had yet to make a move, that alone was enough to make them feel how extraordinary he was.

According to him, the giant stone was unquestionably an existence surpassing the Divine King realm. Perhaps it was a powerful member of the Yin Ghost Clan, or perhaps it was one of the clan’s divine artifacts.

Lu Chen was somewhat puzzled. Could he have been struck from behind and knocked unconscious? But if they had ambushed him, why had they gone to the trouble of sending him back?

Anyone capable of mobilizing archers was certainly no ordinary person. Who wanted them dead? And whom, exactly, had these people come for?

“Master Xu figured out the secret of our Underworld Summoning Song through his own intelligence, while the Vast-Sky Six-Directions Art was merely returned to its rightful owner. Why does everything sound different when it comes from your mouth?” Faced with Qin Mengling’s unreasonable outburst, Fang Meiling spoke with faint irritation.

However, since Blood Refinement was a secret art, it naturally possessed its own peculiarities. How easy could it be to abandon a treasured weapon that had undergone blood refinement?

If Beidou knew that she had now become the object of his fantasies—if she saw the lewd scenes he had imagined—would she fly into a rage and castrate him on the spot?