Volume One, Chapter 45: Bench Kid, You're Asking for Death!

What on earth?
Hearing what Spitty Quan said, I couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Beside me, Brother Sheng half-jokingly teased, "Gangzi, did you sleep with a pretty girl and refuse to take responsibility?"
Heaven and earth are my witness, when have I ever done such a thing?
This whole situation left me utterly baffled!
Yet, I couldn't just ignore it.
I exchanged a few words with Brother Sheng and quickly went outside with Spitty Quan.
Upon reaching the entrance of the billiard hall, I saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl weeping bitterly, her face tear-stained.
I looked closely, but the girl's face was completely unfamiliar; I had definitely never seen her before.
"Spitty Quan, who is she?"
"Huh?"
Spitty Quan was momentarily stunned and asked back, "Brother Gang, don't you recognize..."
Yet, amidst this brief hesitation, he suddenly recalled that Di Xin had previously sent people to inquire about a young woman named Tianming Jiu in Guifang.
Arthur Ling felt a profound sense of threat. If the previous radiance had struck him directly, he undoubtedly would have died.
However, with a single glance, Tianming Jiu perceived that this person was a spiritual cultivator, and even carried a trace of energy identical to her own.
As for this man, although he gritted his teeth at Ye Zi'ang, he only dared to put on a deterrent front; if it came to actual combat, he lacked the courage.
"The hidden fortifications of the Hidden Leaf Village are built quite solidly, so they should hold out until we leave." Uzuki Yugao said faintly, seeing that the people behind had also brought their companions along.
Starting today—no, starting right now—Xiang Yang no longer intended to let the old fox have his way entirely. If the opportunity arose, he would naturally continue to use the old fox to enhance his own cultivation, but when it came to Ye Zi'ang, there would be no compromise.
If this were a life-and-death duel where Ye Zi'ang used every possible means to approach his opponent and fight for survival in the jaws of death, Bai Wushuang would only offer a couple of words of praise. But this was not the case; it was merely a spar between two friends. Although their relationship might not have been overly close, at least they were not people who would genuinely harm one another.
The gaining-the-upper-hand white giant scorpion pressed its advantage relentlessly, immediately stabbing its tail hook—tipped with a long red stinger—toward Ghost Cry's face. This time, Ghost Cry had already unleashed his primordial energy, and the phantom of a coiling dragon instantly manifested around him. He then used a fist enveloped in the brilliant light of primordial energy to violently smash against that thick tail hook.
Afterward, she hailed a cab to an extremely popular Hunan restaurant, ordered every single signature dish on the menu, took photos, and then had them packed to take back to the hotel.
"Old thing, come again!" Xiang Gangtian called out loudly. In this short span of time, he had thought of another method. Although success wasn't guaranteed, it was worth a try. Glancing at Big Bull on the ground, Xiang Gangtian deliberately walked off to the side.
Upon leaving the wedding planning agency, we took a car directly to the shantytown. By this time, in the large open space in the middle of the shantytown, a majority of the residents had already gathered.
Yet for some unknown reason, everyone present harbored the exact same thought: this man was doing this on purpose.
Xiang Gangtian did not move, too lazy to do so. Given the strength of his spiritual body, even if he sat right here and let his opponent launch all-out attacks for three days and three nights, it would probably be difficult to harm a single hair on his head. And if he wanted to kill him, it would merely be a matter of blowing a breath.
Upon hearing Yu Tianlong's words, Lu Hanguo's expression abruptly changed drastically. His eyes filled with fury, and he let out a loud shout.
Of course, given their level of cultivation back then, had they truly dared to approach the sword statues, they likely would have been obliterated long ago; how could there ever be any talk of observing the sword statues to comprehend swordsmanship?
Seeing this scene, Tong Tian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this setting differed from the peak-level major city guards; if you went looking for those guards while in a red-named state, you'd be lucky if they didn't kill you on sight. Want to ask questions? Wait till the next life.
It wasn't until noon the next day that Ling Jing finally arrived at our sleeper compartment, with several police officers she brought waiting outside the door.
"Daoist Lord Zhanlu, Supreme Elder of the Penalty Hall! Daoist Lord Mengjian, Supreme Elder of the Artifact Hall! Daoist Lord Gongjiu, Supreme Elder of the Formation Hall!" Daoist Lord Miaodan, seated at the head, spoke up. As Xiang Gangtian listened, he naturally stepped forward to pay his respects once again.
Xuanqingzi and the other two were also left helpless. While their conspiracy with the Holy See was indeed aimed at fracturing the relationship between the Heavenly Mystery Sect and the Heavenly Mystery Masters, they certainly harbored ambitions of replacing the Heavenly Mystery Sect altogether.
The cultivation techniques of Western Buddhism seemed to naturally clash with the aura of the netherworld blood sea. Even a relatively ordinary technique like the Reincarnation Scripture could emit an aura that neutralized and resisted the arts of the netherworld blood sea.
At this moment, Fang Yichen didn't seem to be paying attention to her anymore. If she wanted to leave, she probably could. Yet, biting her lower lip, Jiang Yanqing did not turn and leave; instead, she walked over, circled to the side of the bed, and looked down at Fang Yichen and Jinjin.
In addition to his fiery temper, Yu Ye did not wish to take excessive advantage of the Flying Yaksha. He brought only a heavy alloy-titanium-steel spear onto the stage, omitting the steel chainmail he had originally prepared to wear.
However, Asuna successfully dressed Chibi in a light pink sweater, a skirt, black silk stockings, and red shoes.
Before Xiujian could speak, Unalis already knew what his decision would be. She believed that Xiujian was not the kind of person to stand by and watch someone die.
Chen Ping's words instantly reminded Imperial Noble Consort Xiao: That's right! I'm his older god-sister, so it's completely normal for an older sister to wipe the sweat of her younger brother. What's so unspeakable about that?
In truth, the story held no bizarre twists; it was merely that Chen Ping had a very good friend named Li Jupeng, who was a third-generation red scion.
"A call just came from the bureau saying that the preliminary audit results for the Red Cross are out, and there are no issues whatsoever with the Red Cross," Chen Ping replied.
What Wang Pengyu needed was to subdue Yu Ye, not to kill him, so naturally he wouldn't let the Flying Yaksha go all out. Besides, when it came to endurance, Yu Ye—who had to maintain his domain power—could simply never outlast the Flying Yaksha.
If she had only had a few suspicions earlier, she was now entirely certain. Her spending too much time in front of the mirror today and suddenly bringing up this question was intentional, not accidental.
"No—I object!" At that moment, an elderly man wearing grey attire with threads of white hair on his head stepped forward to refute.
He agreed with whatever she said and put up zero resistance. Wen Qian felt that if things went on like this, she was going to float away on air.
When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered she was bound by ropes. Turning her head, she realized that endless ocean lay right behind her.
Parents, fraternal twins, and full siblings offer the highest probability of a successful match. Remaining relatives have a lower probability of success, though it is not entirely impossible.
The Azure Dragon only responded with a single acknowledgment and said no more. For a moment, the atmosphere grew somewhat awkward and carried a hint of chill.
Not only because both her father and mother were in that world, perhaps having already been killed by someone else.
Lie Ruonan ate her food without paying attention to her thoughts, though most of the time he looked more as if he were deep in contemplation.
Mo Chen still wore white robes paired with a dark cloak, sitting to the side and calmly drinking alcohol, his face concealed by a mask.
Before there was even a moment of quiet, Mu Yichen's phone chimed again. It was unclear who was calling—just an unknown number with no name displayed.
Things indeed transpired exactly as Gu Qingge had anticipated. When Yichun dragged her weary body to relay Gu Qingge's words to Gu Qingli, Gu Qingli was stunned at first, and then her complexion instantly turned deathly pale.