Volume 1, Chapter 23: Mention Sisi Again, and I Swear I’ll Split Your Lips Open

Mocun Tailang and the others witnessed it: with a single kick, Zhu Qi struck Mocun Yangsheng, sending him flying until he slammed against the wall.

Monk Puhui, however, remained unfazed. As his innate energy surged, his kasaya puffed up as if it had been inflated with air.

Ever since the Fairy Chang'e reappeared before the public, no one had seen any expression on her face; she seemed as devoid of emotion as a statue.

Summer is the embodiment of beauty, life as radiant as summer flowers—accumulating strength through the winter to bloom in the summer. She finally began to understand some of the fragments the young man would occasionally utter back at Mingxuan Abode.

"Impossible? Don't you know that while you were being captured, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit had already invaded the Holy Land of the Moon Fox Clan? With her power, do you think the Moon Fox Clan could have survived? And as for your lover, Zhao Ritian, he is surely dead as well!" the man declared.

Though their numbers were many, such cultivation levels posed no threat to Lin Yun. Even if killing them all might take some time, that was all it would be.

The entire garden and its surrounding areas suddenly erupted into chaos. Dense spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured toward him like a flood. The guests in the garden and the manor servants in the vicinity all changed color in alarm, and Li Chuyi’s expression finally shifted as well.

Unexpectedly, this great tree was truly a subordinate of Lord Yefeng, and one even lower in rank than a pet—a pet slave.

The entire entrance to the Demon Beast Ridge was covered by a formation. Without the permission of that Supreme Elder, no one could enter, and the demon beasts inside could not cross the barrier to emerge.

Upon receiving this news, Ancestor Styx’s face lit up with joy. The bastard wasn't dead after all; he had finally appeared, though why did he have to cause such a massive commotion the moment he showed up?

Zixing had never imagined that his craft would be known to later generations as "Alchemy," and to the Dwarves as "Sacred Alchemy"—though that is a story for another time.

Xilan gave a bitter laugh, his expression filled with chagrin. He had miscalculated this time; how could he have known that Long Tian and his brothers would cause such havoc or possess the ability to launch an attack at the level of a Martial Sovereign?

The morning passed in tense anticipation. After resting for a while, Yunxue and the others all rose.

Liuli was startled and couldn't help but look up, only to see Lady Yu staring into the distance, her eyes slightly reddened.

"How much?" Du Meishan had no desire to continue listening to Liu Wanyu’s nonsense; what credibility could a greedy, degenerate gambler possibly have?

Seeing so many people reaching out with cash, eager to buy, the second brother realized he was unlikely to get a taste of the delicacies today. He instantly shifted his focus, his eyes gleaming as he charged toward that row of waving banknotes.

After getting dressed, when it came time for shoes, Li Ye knelt on one knee on the footstool, allowing Tao Junlan to rest her feet on his legs.

She had conceived of an excellent plan—a foolproof way to benefit herself at the expense of others.

The first thing she did after rising was to attend to Hao Ling’s morning wash, followed by the busy work of arranging breakfast and other matters.

Wang Fusheng and three other eunuchs lay in the snow. Though the ground beneath them was freezing, the searing pain in their backs grew increasingly bone-deep with every crack of the lash as the count reached fifteen, then sixteen. Cries for mercy and screams of agony echoed around him, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

"Very well, Liu, I’ll make a deal with you. Help me topple the Chen family, and I will assist you in becoming the king of the underground world in Jianghuan County," Yi Feng said.

Hu Guiyang glanced around. Though the surrounding officers remained silent, it was clear that no one was willing to be the first to enter the perilous grounds.

Hu Guiyang could imagine how shocked his foster father, Zhao Ying, and the Chief Grand Secretary, Shang Lu, must have been after witnessing the Heavenly Mechanism Art and the Fire God Technique. Yet, it was hard to believe that his foster father had been so easily persuaded by He Baiwan to abandon his quest for vengeance against his son’s killer.

Since his recovery, Chen Bo had insisted on exercising every day, starting with a five-kilometer run in the morning. Soccer was a sport that required tremendous endurance; even the best technique was wasted without the physical strength to support it. He had originally intended to exhaust Zhou Dapao, but it seemed that effort was wasted, and he would have to switch opponents.

Now that he heard she had become a big star and achieved success, he still hadn't seen her return, nor had she even managed to send a word over the phone.

Seeing the flicker of anger on Cheng Caihong’s face, Shi Tou felt a jolt of alarm. He understood why, but he had his own unavoidable constraints, so he could only choose to persist.

Leaving the secret chamber used for meetings, she announced the matter to the friends and subordinates waiting outside.

Seeing that Momo was ignoring him, Jinzi swallowed again, stretched out a paw, and patted Momo’s backside once more.

"The Executive Director and the President are awaiting your arrival; please come with me," James said quietly, inviting the two to the office on the top floor.

"Captain, no traces of the enemy, but we discovered a strange phenomenon in that patch of land," a sniper said, emerging from the hills.

Sheng Shaoqing hurriedly dug through the pile of documents that had threatened to bury her, searching for the Zhili Governor-General’s "Request to Visit the Capital to Celebrate the Empress Dowager’s Eternal Peace Festival." Sure enough, the final line read: May this official return to the capital to offer his congratulations to the Empress Dowager for the Eternal Peace Festival?

"How long have you been staring at her?" Wang Jinyou and the others had teased him before, but ever since he grew angry, they had followed his lead and spoke of his sister. Tonight, it seemed, that was not the case.

His imperial father, Shunzhi, had died of smallpox, and he himself had been infected in his youth. He harbored a deep fear of the disease and had always sought to resolve the issue.

Shen Yue watched as the corpse he had just knocked down with a stool began to crawl back up. Taking advantage of the lull, she hurriedly scrambled back under the bed.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? I’m completely confused," Chunxi said, having listened intently for a while without understanding a word.

Du Yueshen snorted, calling Tang Chen'an a blockhead. He knew perfectly well that she and Fan Zixin were at odds, yet he had insisted on inviting her as well.