Volume 1 Chapter 26: The Strongest Princess of the Northern Heavy Kingdom

When questioned by his own child, Li Lingyi took Xie Zheng’s hand and led him to the swing in the courtyard, signaling for him to sit. Xie Zheng didn’t understand but complied nonetheless.

The moment Lu Wushuang stepped into the grocery store, her thick, flowing hair moved as if stirred by an invisible breeze, cascading like waves over her pure and ethereal face, drifting past her shoulders.

In close-quarters combat, there is little room for confidence. No matter how strong his fighting skills are, when engaged at close range, if an opponent on his side wields a cold weapon, even if that opponent is weak, the battle is evenly matched.

“Anyone who watches the videotape will inevitably die seven days later. If one wishes to live longer, the only way is to pass the tape on for more people to watch.”

Fan Ke’er didn’t even take off her shoes, which was tormenting for Qu Lang, who was fastidious about cleanliness. Yet he said nothing and instead invited her to sit and eat with them.

The eunuch outside glanced toward the back door, puzzled, and ordered the carriage attendant to leave.

The two boarded the carriage bound for the palace. The fierce west wind blew as she was told many precautions to observe within the palace.

“From a friend’s perspective, do you think I am a murderer?” Pan Wuyue could never quite shift his self-identity.

Then, might this fox spirit have been assimilated by them as well, coming to believe she was some formidable force?

Gao Fei couldn’t quite grasp what was going on. He could only shoot a silent, reproachful glance toward that particular instructor.

The two angels had their arms bound, and one leg each tied together; their wings twisted in the middle, and they bit down on the reins, which He Shan held firmly.

After causing a commotion, she turned and left, leaving the Du and Zhang families to bicker and fight over the marriage.

When a cultivator dies, their divine ability fruit does not dissipate but scatters naturally into the world. Occasionally, wild beasts or plants, or other entities in the mountains absorb it, naturally giving rise to spirits with fierce natures. These spirits delight in hunting cultivators for sustenance, thereby gaining divine abilities and enhancing their cultivation.

Huo Hanhui’s expression clearly showed displeasure. What did this person mean? Lin Xixi had stated things so plainly—there was no chance the banquet reservation time would be altered due to personal ties.

“Your Majesty, High Priest Miller has received the news! Several major military districts have already activated their defenses!” Afal said through gritted teeth.

Fan Jin, having finished his morning wash under the care of the maid Qinghe, was about to have breakfast when Monk Hui abruptly entered.

At the village entrance came the neighing of horses. Someone reported that Master Zhang had come to pay respects to the newly appointed Master Fan.

Du Juan said, “Today, my family is forcing me into marriage. No matter what, this marriage must be annulled first.”

Pierced through by the tail of the Heavenly Sound Soul Python, the cultivator had no chance of survival and fell instantly.

Chu Lian did not immediately respond or bow to check on her. Instead, he held Lin Qiniang with one arm, retreating backward, while his other hand wielded a sword defensively, brow furrowed as he blocked the rushing refugees.

All eyes were on Gongsun Wulong, who was desperately pleading, yet no trace of pain showed on his face.

While speaking, the stout man pulled over a chair and sat down with a groan from the chair itself.

We fought fiercely, retreating step by step until we rushed into the battlefield. The aftershocks from my combat swept across the field, and vast numbers of orcs, demons, and shadow soldiers fell like harvested crops.

She opened her eyes, looking at him, lips trembling slightly. “Wu Jing?” Usually, if she made even the smallest move, he would be overjoyed, eagerly pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.

I exhaled deeply, pondering who the noble person mentioned by the immortal corpse could be. In my memory, foreigners I had dealt with were few and far between, only a handful. Yet among them, there seemed to be no Englishmen, let alone English nobility.