Volume 1, Chapter 50: The Greatest Talent in the Realm

Hearing Ye Hanyue's question, he instinctively looked up at the plaque right above him. Seeing the three bold black characters "Sui Qing Fang", he immediately understood the meaning of what Ye Hanyue had just said.

Li Yifeng allowed Yan'er's mother to weep in his arms for a while. Raising his head, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing past his eyes, and his heart stirred.

Wei Man was somewhat puzzled, thinking that under normal circumstances, shouldn't one ask where this map came from?

"It's an order, so will you obey?" she said. The deep blue silk bathrobe draped over his body, revealing his chest faintly beneath the fabric, carrying a hint of a seductive allure.

Void of confidence and effortless composure, there was only ambiguity, yet it was just enough to pacify himself and others, and that was fine as well.

She sat on the soft bed, cupping her chin and looking at the pristine white sheets. Unconsciously, her mind began to recall the scenes from three years ago when she and him had rolled on those very sheets.

Xiao Jie stripped off his upper garment, then slumped directly onto Li Xudong's arm and passed out from drunkenness.

That scene was truly too "wonderful"—so "wonderful" that it was almost beyond her imagination. After all, her memories from being drunk last night only went as far as the bar; as for what happened after leaving the bar, she honestly had no memory whatsoever.

Aunt Qiu, coming back to her senses, immediately turned and went back into the house, emerging shortly after with a dustpan and a broom.

"Just teasing you. I merely wanted to test how high my wife could jump, but now I see, it's just about this much." Xue Keyang looked at her high heels, resting his chin on his hand and shaking his head with a seemingly regretful expression.

Having suffered such a heavy blow, the army of Chilin City would probably not be able to organize another wave of offensive for the time being.

Several rustling sounds emerged from the grass, making Ouyang Tian tense up. Because the forest was fraught with hidden dangers everywhere and a single moment of carelessness could cost one's life, he had already experienced this profoundly.

"It seems this gadget is still quite advanced after all." Dongfang Xiao nodded in satisfaction and began checking the mission information.

However, He Chuan knew that such a situation was not a good sign, and decided to inform Zhou Xiaoling about today's events.

It seemed someone had arrived. Chu Mo looked up in confusion, only to find a familiar figure abruptly rushing through the open bedroom door, hurling herself fiercely into his arms and holding him in a tight embrace.

Watching Luo Yu suspended in mid-air, Erhua lazily sprawled on the ground, its tail gently swaying, showing not the slightest concern for her safety.

"Sit down properly first. Actually, I feel I should have asked you this a long time ago. Regarding Demon City, who is that traitor? Have we locked onto a target?" He Chuan asked.

However, for Lin Yan, this mission was extremely difficult. He could neither suffer a premature collapse nor engage in a bitter battle against these undead, because Lin Yan had no desire for the Blade Hunter Legion to successfully serve as cannon fodder.

Su Miaoyi wanted to come over to help, but was directly pulled back by her elder sister Su Miaoling. Meanwhile, Tiramisu glanced at the whispering crowd, then immediately activated her system chip to call Luo Yu.

Shen Shun recoiled a step in fright. Surely this Lin Feng wasn't planning to toy with him just like last time?

Liu Feiyang casually took off his coat, unscrewed the bottle cap, used his teeth to aggressively bite open the remaining seal layer at the top, and grabbed a cup to pour a full drink before handing it over.

He truly felt that the fellow before him might one day ask him such profound and unexplainable questions as: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going? By that time, he would probably be even more speechless and helpless than he was now.

Those two men in black walked up to us when suddenly, a beam of purple light descended to block our path behind.

As the "First Evil God" of the Soul-Seizing Cult, Yagyu Yunzi naturally would not resign herself to being a fish on the chopping board. Her harrowing eyes emitted a gaze that could shatter a person's resolve. Her training was, of course, in Japanese swordsmanship, and she had already reached mastery. Relying on her indomitable will, she stood her ground, trembling yet unyielding.

All of this fully indicated that those two guests had indeed managed to reach the third floor, repeatedly searching for the whereabouts of Gu Panpan and Chu Xiangxiang.

At this moment, Bai Mang seemed to have eaten its fill, running back to squat in front of Wang Ling and staring blankly at him. Wang Ling then stored it back into his pet space.

Lin Jue's mouth gaped wide in astonishment, speechless for a long time. It would be one thing if a temporarily fabricated excuse or a flaw in their actions had aroused the other party's suspicion. But for the other party to instantly blurt out his name and identity was simply mind-boggling. Lin Jue could not comprehend how Wanyan Aguda had made such an accurate judgment.

Seeing the three of them listening with rapt attention, he recounted everything he knew to them.

"Hahaha, hahahaha." Chen Ziyue, already exhausted from the bumpy ride, burst into laughter at the sight.

I hurriedly dodged, flashing up into a tree. Just as I was about to charge down, a massive cloud of ashes suddenly plummeted from the sky, surrounding them tightly.

Lunch was sumptuous, consisting of a total of eight dishes and one soup. With the old clan leader present, Zisu did not evade either; everyone gathered around a large round table and had a lively meal together.

"We... we are not bad people, we didn't mean to harm you, please don't overthink it!" Zhang Dada hurriedly explained, trembling all over in fear yet not daring to move rashly, lest he anger the other party and get killed by her sword.

Zisu: "If she wants to come every day, I won't agree to it. How about this, you go tell her to come on odd-numbered days. Each time she comes, she can stay for at most a quarter of an hour; otherwise, I won't allow it! If she comes and is sincere about treating the two children well, I won't mind how long she stays here."

The Emperor's intention to add attendants to Mu Liunian's side somehow spread wildly through the palace, and subsequently, even people outside the palace caught wind of it.

How sharp was the black sword? Even though He Tian dodged in the nick of time, he still suffered severe injuries. He collapsed onto the ground, bleeding profusely and breathing his last.

Four or five shirtless youths wearing long johns and slippers, with fierce expressions on their faces, aggressively barged in carrying iron pipes that obviously looked like they had been snapped off a bed frame.

Even Heracles, who according to legend was the son of Zeus and Alcmene, and who—with Athena's help—drank Hera's milk, had also received education from many heroes and sages.

Wang Cheng looked at her back, suddenly reached out, pulled her forcibly, and once again gathered her tightly into his arms. His arms locked around He Ying like an iron vise, pressing her tightly against his chest without a single gap of space.