Volume One, Chapter 26: Wasn’t It Meant for Little Sister Zhi?

Even from outside the door, one could sense the unhidden aura of a fourth-rank Martial Venerable within. Yet, Mu Feihu, himself a peak sixth-rank Martial Venerable, treated the man with such reverence; it seemed this Elder Fang held a truly extraordinary status.

Wang Quan nodded, guessing that Zhu'er might have left the Three Talents as in the original story. Perhaps she was busy practicing her Thousand-Spider Thousand-Venom Hand, which prevented her from coming over?

"If you are ready, let us go. Once I deliver you there, I will have fulfilled my duty." With that, he led Long Fan away.

The second item was a shadow scimitar as thin as a cicada's wing; without a careful look, one could barely even perceive the existence of the blade.

With a horizontal sweep, he kicked down a large group of men. Lei Sheng then grabbed Wu Yu by the throat and, with a few swift movements, cleared away the rest of his subordinates.

"However, there is one more thing I am not sure whether I should say or not." The Master of the Wen family’s tone suddenly became cautious.

Song Yanliang had not expected Chu Ziyu to voice an objection here, nor that he would protect Song Wanfeng so ruthlessly.

As he finished speaking, Chu Qian turned and left. The butler could only offer a forced smile as he saw them out, the last of whom were Song Wanfeng and Qi Qianqian.

"Lu Bao, it has been a long time since you wiped my sweat like this." Qiao Shengnan’s voice carried a distinct air of regret, as if lamenting the time wasted in the past.

"Oh," Yu Dayong then remembered something and turned to ask Yao Shifei, "Did the preliminary list you gave me include people who did not consent or those whose handovers were incomplete? Why did you approve such people? Was our original principle not to allow anyone to leave?"

"Are you certain?" Song Yu’s expression changed instantly. Even the most powerful evolved beings found the prospect of an endless beast tide daunting.

"I feel like I have seen this garment somewhere; I remember Tu Jie wearing something like this," Zi Huang said after staring for a long time.

"I will be careful next time, I promise!" Although Yao Shifei felt a bit reluctant, he knew when to retreat and followed them out with a laugh.

"Actually, this is quite nice; no pain, no hatred, just carefree days." Su Qing fell silent for a moment before speaking, her expression tinged with sorrow—likely reminded once again of Murong Ze’an.

The boar-monster could not withstand the provocation. It exhaled once more, and seeing that he remained standing, it brandished its fork and lunged with a lethal strike.

The Tang Mansion, located in the affluent district of Yudu, backed onto the beautiful Qingfeng Mountain and faced a vast, picturesque artificial lake. Surrounded by flowers and rockeries, it was a veritable paradise on earth.

This mountain range, from bottom to top, merged with underground water veins, hidden beneath the earth. It was a manifestation of the mountain's residual energy. Viewed from the surface, it was not obvious, but digging down ten meters would reveal the boundary—the surface was merely a cover. It was precisely because of this that the direction of the underground dragon vein could generally be concealed.

The old man had no time to waste on them. With a wave of his hand, he lifted the wine flask that was still floating on the water, scooped up a flask of stream water, poured in a packet of medicine, shook it to mix, and shoved it into Luo Chen’s hand.

But compared to this heartbreaking unrequited love, Obito would rather trade these two-tomoe Sharingan eyes to have Rin love him in return.

"Grandma, when is Second Uncle bringing the meat? I’m starving!" Qiao Er-cheng lay on the table, swallowing his saliva as he watched Old Madame Yuan.

Afterward, the abbot offered them some words of encouragement, nothing more than urging them to cultivate diligently and achieve enlightenment early. This could not help but remind Wuchen of the meetings his boss held in his previous life.

Feng Mingxing was besieged—one moment the child was pestering her for meat, the next her sister was asking about Jiang Heng—and her head was spinning.

But then, as he watched the soldiers stationed by the altar prepare to throw their torches, he discovered that an invisible barrier around the altar blocked every single torch.

Not until the moon hung high did Lin Cheng end the battle, lying on the mattress in exhaustion to rest.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that losing to Ye Huan was not so unbearable; it was simply that Ye Huan had too many tricks up his sleeve, and each one was so bizarre and powerful.

Mo Ran no longer possessed her usual charm; her face was twisted with malice as she suddenly grabbed her hair and pressed her head into the nearby swimming pool.

Mo Ran pulled out a stack of receipts from her pocket—the proof of the gifts Fan Yiming had bought for Gu Xia.

"Hehe, cry, son!" Qiao Siniu stuffed all the meat into his mouth in two bites, taunting his eldest son.

It felt as if she had been in a long dream. Sheng Xi blinked, her vision shifting from darkness to a blur, gradually making out the ceiling above, followed by the man’s ink-black eyes filled with deep affection and heartache. She parted her lips, but was too distressed to speak.

Wei Yilan was ruthless even to herself. Qin Wanyi had already beaten her black and blue, but she herself added several more heavy slaps; at first glance, she looked quite pitiful.

Hearing Ye Wan ask this, Jiang Xin was taken aback. She had thought Ye Wan was as sensitive as Jiang Huailai and disliked others mentioning their siblings.

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Gan Hong looked at the mocking, sardonic expression on the man before her. She understood—he was toying with her, just as he had done so roughly when she first entered. There was no love here, only amusement.

Zheng Si’s brow furrowed. His gaze suddenly shifted to Xiang Niang; the red ligature marks on her neck, though faded, were still discernible upon close inspection.

Who wouldn't love such a talented young man, a prodigy capable of refining himself, governing his family, and ruling the state?

Chen Yang nodded. The orphanage had no school, so if an orphan reached school age and no one had adopted them, they would be sent to a nearby school. To them, the orphanage was home; they returned during school holidays and helped with chores as much as they could.

However, based on the results of these recent recurring harassments, Shangguan Xiong only felt that the enemy's troops were becoming increasingly scattered, without the supply lines and grain transport teams that had been present before.