Volume One, Chapter 27: The Daughter Born This Morning

When Xia Yang rushed into the bedroom, this was the scene that greeted him.

Yatina’s eyes were rimmed with red and brimming with tears. Clad in the purple-black skirt she had already put on, she appeared utterly pitiful.

"Human..." Yatina sniffled, then turned her back to let Xia Yang inspect her.

A flash of shame and resentment crossed Song Qinghuan's face. She longed to slap the smile right off Wu Xingyun’s face. Why had she come to see this damned blind man? Did he not know?

Prime Minister Song shrewdly seized upon a loophole in Taohua’s words. "May I ask where the Ninth Prince found Miss Taohua?" His tone turned somewhat aggressive.

By the time Zhan Peilin arrived at the hospital, Zhan Rou was sitting on the steps, burying her face in her hands and sobbing softly.

Instructor Cheng seemed not to have expected Xiu Qiqi to agree so readily; he glanced at her sideways.

After dining at the Xiao residence, Xiao Yong'an left for the company, while Wan Qi, at Xiao Yong'an's request, stayed in Xiao Ming’s room, intending to spend some time getting to know the boy.

"Teacher Dai, Teacher Dai, please soothe this one." The driver grew anxious at the sound of crying; he had never seen the children act like this before—it was truly desperate.

She stepped forward to help the dying Wan Rou, but her clumsy touch grazed Wan Rou’s wound, drawing a stifled groan. She pulled her hands back, terrified to move further, and looked up in anxious search of help—only to realize that these very people were the culprits themselves. How could they possibly help her?

The trouble was significant; the television broadcast schedule could not be changed, yet there was no one more suitable for the role than him.

Guan Qiliang went to attend Thousand-Face Hand’s wedding banquet. Although problems had arisen at the scene, the wine still had to be drunk. However, her bodyguard had spiked Guan Qiliang’s drink with something potent, and she soon fell victim to the trap.

Afraid that Chang Guanyan was still suspicious, Xiu Qiqi nodded vigorously. The next second, she felt pressure on her shoulder again—Chang Guanyan had rested his hand upon her.

In fact, the reason he had been able to defeat Yu Liancheng, the master of the Rakshasa Sect, was precisely because he had manifested a phantom Dharma image after a sparring session with Wuchen.

However, as time passes and one experiences life’s bitterness and sweetness, self-growth is not necessarily a bad thing.

Those who did not agree were simply unqualified to participate in the Kunlun Martial Arts Tournament; even if they tried to sneak in, they would be killed by those fearful of being implicated and bombarded.

At this moment, Yuzhenzi and his companion, who had finally condensed their Dharma images, realized the true nature of this power.

Qin Zheng stood in mid-air, gazing down with indifference, wielding the sword intent of the Immortal Executioner to control the celestial swords filling the sky.

The larger the range, the stronger the sealing force. Every living creature within this secret realm would be transformed into energy, targeting Mu Yuan and binding him firmly within the eye of the formation.

After all, in the eyes of the world, he was still the Vajra Arhat of the Buddhist sect, but in truth, he had already embarked on a path distinct from that of a martial artist.

"It must be nearly 200 meters in diameter, and its height matches that of the underground palace. Its branches and leaves blot out the sky, covering the entire palace!" said Gun God Smith.

His figure drifted slowly upward as his sword pulse erupted and sword qi surged wildly. With a spinning motion, he shattered the formation. A mysterious mark flashed between his brows, and his qi vortex swelled violently.

Even Obito, who had cast the Great Fireball Technique, was uncertain at this moment. After all, it felt too smooth—so smooth that it felt surreal.

She was not exceptionally beautiful, but her eyes, in the dark of night, shone as brightly as a sprite’s.

He had never imagined that the person he had sent Yue Yunpeng to search for in vain for so long would appear so suddenly now.

Ji Wuyou slammed her hand onto the table. "What is he trying to do? Does he want to turn me into the next Shen Qing? Does he want to kill me to silence me and then pretend to regret it?" With that, she rose to her feet; her legs had long since healed.