23 The General's Wife and the Concubine's Younger Brother 1

Ling Yu had observed everything, from those words to the actions of Elder Tianhuo. Speechless, his mouth agape in shock, he scrutinized the elder once more. He had to see through her; otherwise, how could he know that beneath her tough exterior lay a heart that had always loved him?

Qianyue cornered Xia Haitong, pressing the tip of her blade against the girl’s pupil as she demanded, "Do you know whose blood this is on me?"

Following the fervor of the first immersion slot, the auctioneer performed with renewed zeal. Although he would receive no commission for this particular auction, the mere prestige of presiding over an event for such high-ranking individuals was an honor not every auctioneer could claim.

The Lu Chao Network possessed substantial capital, having rented an entire office building on Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

Even with Wang Yitian’s stamina, traversing the water while carrying Ruoyu consumed a significant amount of his energy.

Vaguely, Tong Yue felt that the once-insignificant figure had grown extraordinarily tall. He stared blankly at the vanished passage and the figure standing before it, unable to utter a word. That figure was none other than Dunuo, the Ninth Elder of Xianluo.

With no outsiders present, she saw no need to beat around the bush. "Regarding the reason for your visit..." she said, deliberately leaving her sentence unfinished to carefully observe the visitor’s reaction.

Seeing Ling Yu and Jin Ling'er descend from the cliff, the tension among the two dozen students eased significantly. With brows furrowed and fighting spirits soaring, they suddenly felt they stood a fighting chance against the Blood Wolves.

She knew that given the Empress’s haughty nature, she would likely refuse to see her while she was under house arrest. There was no point in courting such a rejection.

Hu Ying stood there, counting on her fingers, seemingly analyzing the complex underlying meaning in Dong Quansheng’s words.

However, when he saw the person behind him, the cup he had been about to throw stopped mid-air; it was that bane of his existence again.

On Mount Cangmang, nothing could be heard but the whistling of the cold wind.

In daily life, people often treated the Dragon God Bureau as a mere myth, with workers frequently spinning wild, exaggerated tales about it as background filler.

Standing to the side, Shangguan Xin felt her eyes redden at Lin Tian’s words, her face filled with gratitude.

"Zhang Pingtian once said that during the last expedition to the Lingyun Divine Palace, none of the experts from the various sects who entered ever returned alive."

Just as the words "Cheng Ming" were about to escape his lips, Ma Jingwu seemed to realize something and forcibly swallowed them back.

Their fists collided, releasing a deafening boom that sent shockwaves rippling outward in every direction.

They remained confused by the latter part of the Underworld Emperor’s statement: what did this have to do with the Goddess Houtu?

Although it was a private residence and appeared small from the outside, the interior contained a vast realm capable of housing tens of thousands. With mountains, water, and forests, the spiritual energy was incredibly abundant.

Zhu Shengyuan concluded that Guan Jinglin’s group of eleven had beaten the Military Bureau agents based on two signs: the thirty-four agents held their hands high in surrender, like defeated soldiers, and were then marched into the house and locked inside by Guan Jinglin’s men.

Wu Yuhan’s current strength was considered formidable even among the powerful masters of the Shattering Realm. Such a level of power could not be compromised by a single night of poor sleep.

"Is that so? That sounds reasonable." Once the Princess understood, she stopped pressing for the growth of the Wind Cotton; after all, the primordial essence she inherited was not particularly strong—one might even say it was quite thin.

"All right, all right, it is Grandpa’s fault. I won’t speak nonsense again." Having lived for so long, how could Yao De fail to see the relationship between her and Ye Zang?

The Wicked Flood Dragon King seemed to sense danger, especially from the Great Leiyin Pagoda, the supreme relic of the Shie Buddhist Sect designed specifically to suppress demons and ghosts.

Their gazes locked, the aura between them so formidable that it felt as though they were already engaged in battle.

"Cough, cough..." Ning Ci woke up in the infirmary, his body still feeling somewhat unwell, likely due to an incomplete recovery.

"My surname is not Du; it is Jin. My father’s name is Jin Xiaofeng!" Jin Faguang said, seemingly nonchalant.

"I appreciate the warning, Madam, but I no longer fear our Master." The Queen Mother of the West smiled faintly. Despite her words, a soft, crystalline green glow emanated from her, and her magnificent robes began to dissolve, petal by petal, into shimmering green feathers that swirled throughout the room.

"Tell me, what is your name!" Zhou Tong led Zhao Gou to the training grounds and asked point-blank.

Murong Bo prioritized the family, and since Murong Bai’s actions had brought shame upon the Murong house, he naturally had to reprimand him.

Had he not ventured into the martial arts world, he would never have met Zhao Yougong, nor would he have suffered such a defeat at his hands. Zhao Huaiying’s decision to continue the attack after recognizing Zhao Yougong was partly fueled by a desire to avenge his past humiliation and prove his own strength.

Tian Zongtanghua understood that Tang Chen was entering a period of confusion, beginning to doubt the correctness of his own actions.

Qingqing Xin did not refuse; she chose the clothing directly, as she had little use for a magic wand.

Seeing this, Sidon stopped wasting his energy, focusing only on dodging the occasional stray arrow as he prepared for the battle to come.

Uncle Da of the Flying Fish Mercenary Group held high seniority in Beihai Town, and both sides agreed to appoint him as the mediator.

"I will not hide the truth from you, young friend. The Extreme Underworld Grass was originally at the Nascent Soul stage. Since our founder, our Emerald Palace hasn’t even produced a Golden Core disciple, let alone one at the Nascent Soul level."