Volume One, Chapter 86: A Heroine Among Women

The entire room was just as she remembered it, not a single object out of place. Xintong looked around carefully, searching her memory for anything amiss, but found nothing different. Sitting on the edge of the bed, even Qin Yu, who hadn’t shed tears in countless years, felt her eyes mist over. Whether in poverty or wealth, a mother’s love is always immense—it has nothing to do with riches, but is simply a mother’s instinct.

At this moment, no one was more tormented than Nangong Ouhe. She had never imagined that her sword would ultimately wound Qiu Yingqi.

“In reality, given how Orochimaru has used the ‘Living Corpse Reincarnation’ to prolong his life, his strength truly fluctuates,” Black Zetsu remarked.

Moreover, that phoenix feather seemed to understand human speech. Upon hearing Feng Xingying say she didn’t want it, it clung desperately to her waist, and even sneaked into her sash, as if planning to hide.

The Lord of the Nether Domain struck again, this time activating the Necromancer’s Coffin. A heavy aura of death surged forth, merging with the power of the underworld to become an even more terrifying force. The pressure it emitted alone made everyone present tremble, most of them weak at the knees and shaking with fear.

Four cold dishes, four hot stir-fries, and four large simmered delicacies—this was the most elaborate feast in a country household.

When Hyuga Ichiro finished the last hand seal, his hands were already enveloped in a milky white light, and even Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others could no longer see his hands.

Qin Molin was the complete opposite of Ji Yun. Who knew how many elements he had? His unpredictability left people utterly baffled.

In that moment, after two years of longing, the figure she had waited for suddenly overlapped with the one before her, and was gradually overtaken by it. All at once, she felt the sunset was beautiful—because after dusk, a new sun would rise. When a new day began, everything would be different.

The two of them climbed along the mountain ridge for a while. Lu Weizhen kept feeling sounds behind them—some fading into the distance, others persistently close. When they reached a flat slope, a cave appeared ahead, and Chen Xiansong halted his steps.

Especially Miyamoto and Hou Yi—one had already subdued Cheng Yaojin, the other had beaten him nearly to death, and yet they simply watched their enemy slip away.

“Weight-loss pills?” Lady Gong wracked her brain before recalling that such a thing really did exist.

Xie Anping, after all, had grown up in peaceful times. Even in the apocalypse, as long as his life wasn’t threatened, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt an innocent person. A beating to vent his anger and the information about his cousin’s whereabouts were enough.

Qin Chaolu felt the wind tossed up behind her as the driver sharply reined in the horses, lifting her hair gently.

No, in this world, there were no mutants. So even if there was another Lu Weizhen, it wasn’t her.

This elder probably felt he had done a good deed, and, pleased with himself, became quite talkative.

Upon learning of Ye You’s arrival, Dong Mingshang’s lips curled into a subtle smile. He knew it was time to reap the rewards, so he immediately rose, instructed Old Yao to pick him up, and decided to visit the shop himself, reminiscing about the ‘friendship’ between them.

Her courtyard was usually deserted; Ye Xifeng had stayed here for over a century without anyone noticing.

After she finished speaking, she returned to her room, changed into long sleeves and trousers, and fished a hair tie out of her dressing-table drawer to secure her cuffs and pant legs.

“Judging by your appearance, young sir, your family is not wealthy, is it? You know my fee for house calls is different—do you really need me to come?” She only wanted to test his character.

The Outer Lin Sect had temporarily changed its leader a month ago. Qing Zhengyang, the former master, had already retired. The new master was his most beloved disciple, who had fought alongside him for years to build their reputation. Now, in his old age, he was comforted by the fact that there was a successor.

But cultivators above the seventh stage of Qi Refining all had defensive shields. She couldn’t hit them, and hitting those below the seventh stage wouldn’t stop the formation of the sealing array.

Shangguan Hai was using Zuo Ci as a way out—if Zuo Ci got up and left, he would be the one humiliated first, and then Shangguan Hai. But if Zuo Ci had extraordinary skills, then he could save face through Zuo Ci’s abilities.

The two of them walked out of the hospital. Lin Kongkong held the ultrasound report, reading the diagnosis at the bottom: Ultrasound findings suggest: intrauterine twin pregnancy.

The group consisted of Li Qingying, her maid Lüyue, and two other composed middle-aged men.

The distinguishing feature of Linglong Pastries was that the secret technique infused them with a gentle spiritual energy, harmonious with all things. This energy enhanced and transformed the food’s nutrition, maximizing its flavor, and mortals could absorb this energy.

Now, if the Golden Iron Triangle was included, they had four Titled Douluos on their side. With the amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, their combat power was equivalent to five Titled Douluos.

Everyone assumed they were a couple, but she ended up with the student council president instead. Even in Lucheng, it was thought they would always be together.

Countless sword shadows clung to their bodies, leaving only their heads and faces exposed, as bizarre as a cocoon.

After speaking in a low voice, Lu Yu’s gaze fixed on the road ahead, where an unusually dense ghostly aura hung in the air—so dense it surpassed even that surrounding An Jingyi.

Li Huaifeng shook his head repeatedly, tears streaming down uncontrollably, unable to mask his agony and helplessness.

Even those who once ruled over all had to yield to the turning of fate. Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west. Thus, throughout thousands of years of China’s feudal dynasties, none ever dominated the entire era with a lasting, unchallenged smile.