Volume 1, Chapter 23: How Dare You Strike in the Shadows!

As soon as Scarface Huang finished speaking, the bleached-blond thugs surrounding Brother Sheng began to clamor. The thugs on the side of Scarface Huang and Stoolie also joined in the shouting. From their bickering, I gathered why they were reacting so intensely. In Hong Kong, "solo" meant a one-on-one fight. Scarface Huang's meaning was simple: if Brother Sheng wanted the goods back, he would have to fight for them. Truth be told, Scarface Huang was strong and had a vicious look about him; he was clearly a man who had seen blood, and Brother Sheng stood little chance against him. Before Brother Sheng could speak, Scarface Huang sneered, "Fish-Seller Sheng, if you don't have the guts, send one of your lackeys. I heard from Stoolie that you recently took in a pretty impressive subordinate?" I never expected the target to be...

Qi Liancheng conceded. He felt that in front of his third sister-in-law, he was utterly incapable of refuting her. This feeling of being cut off was, in truth, quite unpleasant. Although deep down he believed her words, he could not bring himself to lose face, and his grip tightened unconsciously.

In Shamanism, it is said that the Hu-Huang immortal spirits often dig up graves to steal and consume the hearts of the dead to bolster their cultivation. Over time, they can even manipulate corpses to wreak havoc, cause disasters, and demand offerings.

The sheer dominance of that entrance was enough to crush every shred of wishful thinking in Yuwei’s heart.

"Miss Yuwei, please don't be so formal. This is part of my duty, and besides, I haven't finished the job yet," Hua Zhuyin said with a wry smile.

The sphere of light exploded, causing the Undead Kun-Turn Eight Trigrams Formation to instantly lose its effect. The crimson beam of light dimmed significantly as a result. Du Meng stopped his assault, his face flushed with rage as he glared at the confronting Zhen Yaozu, ready to charge over and strike Mu Yun dead with a single palm.

Qingyi could not fathom his motives, but she was certain of one thing: his feelings for her were definitely not love.

"It's a good thing you came back. If you hadn't, your two children would have had to grow up in a single-parent home," Lu Manman sobbed.

However, the pile of corpses did not stop the pangolin ball; it bounced right over the obstruction and continued its attack from the other side.

Yi Yingbo knew his sister needed rest. Seeing her pale, drowsy face, he could not bear to disturb her further. Yi Shihao also had to head back early, and it was unclear if Gu An could explain things clearly, so the two of them departed.

"Hehe! This Black Stone really is a treasure." The life elements within the stone began to saturate the breath-resting space, and the Tree of Life inside immediately shed drops of life essence.

Clean water was simple to come by, but the incense capable of calming the mind had to be borrowed from Mr. Jing.

Lanxi’s face brightened. She had expected to delay for several more days and feared that if she waited too long to apologize, Lady Wang would be even angrier.

No one would have thought of this method, as taxation had always been aimed at commoners; there was no such thing as taxing the Imperial Palace.

Lanxi was deeply moved by the words, "parents and relatives are all dead." As it turned out, this was someone with a shared fate. Someone with no one to rely on had to rely on silver. Her actions suddenly seemed less detestable, and besides, her culinary skills were far too good to let go.

Yu Mixie’s eyes lit up instantly. She gripped the embroidered pouch tighter, gazing at Hua Shangxue with a look of pure joy.

Zhong Ji’s room was in a very quiet corner on the second floor of the White Jade Pavilion. Without stepping outside, it was impossible to hear anyone calling for him from the door.

They ate until midnight. When they checked the bill, they found it was indeed much cheaper. Everyone left the restaurant rubbing their bellies, piled into the car, and sped back to the company.

After wandering around the dimensional space, Shen Feng finally understood why the Five Great Families had never obtained the secret manuals of cultivation all these years.

Jin Mancang nodded gently. Without a word, he moved a stool to the side of the daybed and sat down. Because of his weight, the stool let out a pathetic creak, but after that "scream," it held up surprisingly well, neither warping nor breaking.

The villagers of Mu Village did not feel much loss. All they knew was that Li Mu’s brother had come and gone—it was as simple as that. He was like a relative passing through; no one cared.

Although they were trained and equipped with various anti-magic items, not a single monk within the Holy Church could immediately recognize this great tree, which had not appeared for eight hundred years... except for the Witch Hunter.

Just as Liu Rui was sighing, looking with pity at the "ignorant and naive" voice of Ye Daifei on the projection, the next turn of events left him stunned once again.

They were disappointed. The two liquids did not react with each other; instead, the ground began to bubble as it was corroded.

Because the three routes of the expedition provided by Pang Tong were divided into East, Central, and West, almost all of them required passing through Bing Province.

After the Huaxia Army wiped out the Pacific Fleet and captured Vladivostok, the Russian and Japanese armies—those fair-weather allies—went their separate ways when disaster struck.

He was still deepening his cultivation, but he seemed to have anticipated that Ye Daifei would wake up first. On a nearby rock, he had left ten prepared portions of the Gastrodia Rat’s brain organ, supplemented with various spiritual herbs.

Ashina Bilong had been recruited by Huang Jie nearly two years prior, and naturally, having mastered the Song language, he began to introduce the situation in the Seljuk Empire.

But it didn't end there. After the squad leader issued a series of commands, the war engine struck again. This third bolt of divine lightning hit the main beam of the gatehouse, and in the flash of fire, the entire structure collapsed in the blink of an eye.

After he entered the password, the safe did not budge, but the entire fireplace popped open with a bang! Behind it was a significant hidden space.

Two of them were "companions" dressed just like her; one was a Level 3 Purifier (the person in the blue mask), and the other was a Level 4.

Seeing the barrage of comments scrolling by, Chen Hu was just about to start his introduction when a series of system notifications rang in his mind.

However, Kong Feng's weapon still had many flaws. It was only luck that he had managed to trap the low-tier late-stage Purple-Veined Demon Octopus, as the creature was not skilled in spiritual power attacks.

Just as she was at her wit's end, she suddenly heard the sound of someone sobbing inside the manor. She crept forward on tiptoe and pressed her ear against the gate, hoping to hear more clearly.

In the car, Jian Mofan kept wondering who had made that phone call. Aside from him and Yan Yi, Yan Mumu rarely interacted with strange men. So, who could that gentle voice have belonged to?