Volume One, Chapter 30: Diligent Cultivation
The elderly man, who appeared to be around sixty but looked decrepit and frail—as if he might draw his last breath at any moment—was Murong Tian, the uncle of Murong Yun. He did not look like a man in his sixties at all. Murong Shan was his son, born late in his life.
"With her background, how is she fit to attend such a high-end banquet? And dressed like that? While the dress looks decent, I’m sure she must have borrowed it from somewhere!" Nie Jing gripped her hands tightly at her sides.
Abiao’s involvement in that strange "knocking at the door" incident had been unclear from the start. Since his home was not in this district, his presence here was inherently suspicious.
"I know," Meng Ping nodded slightly, his expression unchanging, as if everything were within his expectations.
Not long after the two sat down, Huang Zi’ang’s phone rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, and then, after excusing himself to An Jing, stepped aside to take the call.
"I know, Uncle Song. But I will not give up!" Su Nuannuan looked at Song Ping with determined eyes.
"My mistress is the Empress of Southern Xia. As for her name, there is no need to speak it; even a three-year-old child knows it." Before Ning Wu could respond, Ruo’er stepped forward to provide the introduction. With her head held high and chest out, her stance was that of a loyal bodyguard protecting her charge.
At that moment, Shirou Emiya felt as if something had snapped within his body. His eyes suddenly went blank, yet his movements were now being controlled by an unfamiliar power.
However, he then noticed the jade pendant hanging from Xue Jiao’s waist and immediately understood her true identity.
In those days, smallpox was a terrifying disease that struck fear into everyone. Even robust men often failed to survive it, let alone two princes who had been coddled and pampered since birth.
Ye Yun let out a low shout. Hundreds of sword auras shattered in an instant, as if they were no match for a single, gentle stroke of sword energy.
After Mu Yunxin went out, she took off her shoes, removed her mask, and dangled her feet in the river.
If the Lanqiu Palace had a principal mistress, she would have priority over the upbringing of the children born to those within her palace.
Zhou Jie stood up happily, looking at her dressed in casual attire—a white shirt, white sneakers, and a baseball cap—making her look like a high school student.
She walked out and saw Mo Ziyu sitting on the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand and gently exhaling a ring of smoke.
Therefore, the Nascent Soul ancestors stood respectfully to the side, not daring to utter a word for fear of disturbing the middle-aged man.
In that situation earlier, Lin Man could have clearly told the truth, but she acted as if she were mute. Aside from that single, flimsy excuse, she did not say another word.
"Go and tell that man what kind of miserable life his wife and children are living now," Gu Nianqing said, waving her hand.
Back then, she had been the one chasing after him, so whenever she wanted to act out, Ling Jing would use those words to threaten her.
Zhao Qi followed behind, chuckling from time to time. He was in high spirits, his heart brimming with joy at the mere thought that he had received guidance from the Princess of Li.
Only then did Bai Sen grab Wang Yue with both hands, halting his advance. Bai Sen’s words had little effect; Wang Yue could only hear countless voices in his mind telling him to slaughter the vermin before him and cast it into hell.
He was incredibly fierce, striking out with both palms. A Yin-Yang Dao diagram shrouded everything, instantly turning the area around the Heavenly Principle Stone into a forbidden zone. Within it, heavenly thunder rumbled and divine fires burned; stepping in recklessly would surely result in death.
After all, don't think that Xinyue’s so-called armored soldier is a pushover. You just need to drink a bottle and toss it on the ground to firmly hold the Desolate God’s aggro. Your presence becomes overwhelming, and even if your teammates are dealing full damage from behind, the Desolate God will continue to ignore them and keep chasing you.
You Bofeng had been overbearing his entire life, but he could not control his grandson. Since the boy was unwilling, You Bofeng could never force him.
"Master Jiang, I heard that the ships you brought this time are all Song goods?" Settsu Nagakiyo asked, squinting his eyes.
Yet today, this behavior appeared profound and unfathomable in the eyes of all the onlookers.
However, that alone would not have shocked them. The main thing was that mouth, filled with protruding outer teeth and nested inner teeth, resembling the meat-grinding maw of a worm.
Although Li Bing kept her face cold, she was absolutely obedient to You Jingyan’s orders.
Everyone widened their eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief. They could not comprehend what Wu Hao was doing or what his ultimate goal was.
Qiu Niang and Li Bing stood ready, their postures suggesting that if You Jingyan gave the order, they would be willing to risk their lives fighting these government officials for him.
They were everywhere—in channel broadcasts, on game forums, and even in the video comments on Aipai.
"I didn't expect Lieutenant General Kahn to capture Iceberg as well. That’s truly wonderful," Spandam’s voice echoed.
But just as Sun Changshan was about to succeed, a deafening lion’s roar erupted. The force of the fist wind rippled through the water in the pool, forcing Sun Changshan to retreat a dozen steps.
A thought had inexplicably taken root in his mind, and from there, it spiraled out of control.
"Wait, Tang Jieyang, it’s fine here now. You should go back first." Mo Zize could see that she had not changed her mind, but the current situation was different from before, and he had to make things clear to her.
"If I wanted to kill you, do you really think you could have lasted this long?" Kahn said directly.
Upon returning to his own universe, the Batman Who Laughs immediately summoned all the Dark Knights and explained the situation to them.