Volume One, Chapter 43: Liu the Blade

This magical beast was none other than Mengzhi, the lord of the Mengling Territory. As soon as Liu Ming's body had been healed, Mengzhi had come out and immediately received a report from his subordinates: a magical beast suspected of being at the high level of Star Radiance had entered the territory.

“There’s still some time before dawn. Walk with me for a while. I haven’t really explored Jade Mountain properly yet,” Su Yuning said, taking Ye Chen by the hand and leading him toward the summit.

The voice was so familiar that Jiang Ruonan was startled. Instinctively, she shrank behind the artificial rock.

Last night, when Yan Yunhuan had faced Zhuo Qingyun, he hadn’t shown the slightest courtesy. He called her a wretch again and again, treating Zhuo Qingyun as the lowest of slaves.

“What are you trying to do?” Hua Xianzi had been watching Chongchong out of the corner of his eye. Eventually, he realized she didn’t seem frightened, but rather heartbroken and hopeless, though he couldn’t tell why. Later, he saw her gritting her teeth, breathing heavily in anger, and began to fear what this “double-generation grand-disciple” might do in her distress.

“What is this place?” Feng Qingcheng wondered inwardly. After feeling her surroundings carefully, she walked in the direction where the cold was most intense.

After a busy morning, Xiangru finally found a moment to sit down and reconsider her present way of life.

These two points certainly proved Ye Chen’s remarkable strength, but they were not enough to place him at the very pinnacle of the younger generation of the Martial Emperor Dynasty.

The instant Xiangxiang vanished, everyone in the hall fell silent. Lord Zhaohua called out, “Burn incense,” but the demon-tamer’s silhouette was as still as a mountain, unmoved. Knowing the fault lay in his own flawed planning, the lord exchanged glances with Elder Xianying, took Tianquan, and slipped away quietly in embarrassment.

“As I thought—my physical body still cannot fully adapt to these sword techniques. When I use them, there’s a slight stiffness, and their power is lacking. I still need to spend more time letting my body grow accustomed to these sword arts,” Ye Chen muttered after performing eight sword moves in succession.

How laughable, always aspiring to rise above others, never realizing that the blood debts owed had long since become blades hanging overhead, waiting to fall and deal a merciless blow.

Having reached an agreement, Jing Tian instructed her agent to schedule more variety shows and interviews over the next few days. The agent was delighted and promptly rearranged all her assignments for the week.

Many students who’d attended the movie’s premiere posted photos of their tickets on social media, enthusiastically recommending the film to friends. They considered it a rare classic among contemporary romance films in Chinese cinema, and the chemistry between Lu Lin and Yaya was hailed as the best.

If the crown prince was determined not to have heirs, what could the crown princess do? Even the emperor and empress, besides sending more beautiful maidens to the palace, could hardly force their own son and his wife to fulfill their marital duties.

After all the attendants left, Shi Yin finally removed the last of her coverings and stepped into the bath behind the screen.

When Nangong Manman was about to leave, someone insisted on giving her plenty of food. Ma Zhan accepted all the offerings without hesitation, loaded them onto the carriage, and placed them inside the compartment where Nangong Manman and A-san sat.

This road must have been used once, but after the wooden bridge fell into disrepair, it was abandoned. The further she walked, the narrower it became. After about half an hour, Fang Ranran saw the white horse again. It was trapped under a tree, restlessly pacing in circles.

Gu Changli dared not utter another word, his legs going weak, nearly falling to his knees before his nephew, who was only a few years younger than he.

Yet they always had their reasons. Did a gourmet truly need to cook in order to be qualified to judge a chef’s food?

As long as this work became a bestseller, the “Metropolis Popular Literature Award” would maintain its authority. Clearly, the award’s judges had discerning taste, which is why the prize had grown more prestigious each year.

A yellow, semi-transparent blade was entwined by a steel chain, struggling back and forth in midair.

The first two characters, Xie Fei, were easy enough to understand, but what about the “YL” at the end? She couldn’t help but sense a strong whiff of gossip in it.

Su Su never thought of herself as a saint. If she didn’t have to build a base, or replace the male lead as the savior of the apocalypse, she probably wouldn’t bother with these survivors at all.

The next moment, a crystal glowing with a faint green light slowly rose from the crack, illuminating blossoms of every hue along its path, until it floated before Cecilia’s eyes.

Ning Yi was dropped off at the company by Kuang Ying. She pretended to want to buy a bottle of water and lingered downstairs for a while, spacing out their arrivals before finally going in. Her steps were steady, her demeanor unchanged, as she walked to her desk and turned on her computer.

“What a joke. Aside from your Yin-Yang Holy Land, who else on the continent could know the Yin-Yang Immortal-Slaying Technique? If it wasn’t you, did a pig do it?” Qin Kuanshan sneered sarcastically.

All Lu Weiwei needed to do was go on blind dates and try to learn what sweet romance actually felt like.

Faced with these people, Sun Meng did not hesitate to strike deadly blows. If they dared to attack him, they had to be prepared for the consequences; Sun Meng saw nothing wrong with that.

Ji Changfeng’s detector would surely display a bizarre pattern: two different wavelengths constantly entangled, rising and falling in turn, as if possessed.

Li Mu’s mind was chattering nonstop, while another issue occupied his thoughts.

“That’s good. I’ll let you go this time, but if it happens again, the result won’t be the same. Do you understand?” Zhang Lilong patted Li Dong’s shoulder in a threatening manner.

The Noble Consort Xian saw the emperor’s admiring gaze fixed on Ming Shen and could hardly contain her resentment. She picked up her wine cup, pouring herself drink after drink. Meanwhile, Consort Hui’s eyes, sharp as needles, stabbed toward the gracefully dancing Ming Shen, as if she were feeling an unprecedented pressure, overwhelming her from all sides.