Volume One, Chapter 47: Bai Pingling Causes Trouble

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“Hm?” Wen Xuyu looked at the ascetic and wicked man beside her with a face full of confusion, clearly taken aback.

Just then, Ye Nan plucked the strings again, and a bolt of lightning, thick as a golden serpent, materialized out of thin air, striking the red-furred creature. A wisp of black smoke spiraled up from its body.

This was an almost perverse way to undergo a tribulation. Ordinary cultivators would do anything to evade the thunder during such trials—surviving was all that mattered.

The two men grew furious at her words, but dared not erupt; they were here for the auctioned spiritual herbs as well.

Suddenly, a searing pain pierced her palm, threads of blood trickling down, but she remained unmoved. Her heart was one with her sword, continuing to contend with the countless chaotic heavenly blades swirling around her.

The wind tugged at his tattered cloak, slowing his pace, yet the biting cold did nothing to disperse the chill within his heart.

When a pillar of light shone down upon the cat-eared girl sleeping atop a stone, it was immediately clear what this forest was called: the Forest of Cats.

The current situation was inconvenient. Firefly Lamp put on a silly grin, thinking that the person would leave after exchanging greetings.

He was no fool. With the personality this person displayed, there was no way he would agree to hand over such a lucrative streaming opportunity to Xu Sheng.

Upon hearing this, Xu He’s brow finally eased. It was the first piece of good news in a long while.

However, during his battle with Yang Zhen, most of the tribulation’s might had been drawn to him, allowing a significant number of Heavenly Court cultivators to escape into the great beyond.

The old lady was at first surprised upon hearing the word “divorce,” then her brows furrowed, and she looked at Jiang Mingzhu with disapproval.

While others required enormous amounts of spiritual energy to break through, inevitably causing fluctuations, the cheater had celestial jade in hand and was completely unfettered by such restrictions.

Aboard the flying vessel, the commanders of the three armies gazed at the distant, emerging city with tones of disdain.

Being an actor naturally attracted all kinds of shipper fans, so Quan Xuanhe was not particularly concerned.

Jiang Qingzhi disliked ostentatious decorations. When Fucheng had suggested redecorating the house, he had refused outright.

Li Junping’s deep eyes fixed on Jiang Nuanzhi, as if he wanted to etch her appearance forever into his mind.

Chen Can suddenly recalled how Liao Jiang had made him write an impeachment memorial against Jiang Qingzhi the day before, accusing him of gravely injuring hundreds of scholars in Taiyuan.

Xingtian Li couldn’t help but marvel. Was this the true foundation of the Zhao-Song family? Each of these Black Tortoise Guards was as strong as the top judges among the Paladins—if not stronger.

Everyone wanted the drama they produced to be a massive hit, but they had all prepared themselves for mediocre results. Still, when reality fell short, no one could be truly cheerful.

Hu Qing had already inspected some of the facilities in the air-raid shelters with local officials—were those places fit for people to live in? Even the light bulbs often broke, and there was a persistent musty odor in the rooms.

Yang Chun, seeing his boss agree to his leave, was overjoyed inside, but kept up a facade of pain, clutching his stomach with both hands and shuffling toward the shop’s entrance in a half-crouch.

Qiu Ming couldn’t help but glance instinctively at Xu Zhou, noting his calm and indifferent demeanor. Clearly, he hadn’t taken this matter to heart, and Qiu Ming was inwardly startled, his excitement instantly fading. He turned to the stunned Ding Teng and barked an order.

As soon as those words were spoken, Dan Yu tensed up, frowning coldly at Shen Yan, convinced it was intentional.

Yet what he truly desired was something akin to a top-grade Yellow-Tier Profound Artifact—the Water-Fire Twin Swords, capable of power far surpassing their apparent rank.