Chapter 51 (Part One)

Looking at Ning Fan standing there with a calm expression, the bodyguards could not help but frown slightly.

Mu Bai wore a bitter smile, then slowly shifted his gaze around, looking at the shattered bricks, broken tiles, and fractured pillars, feeling an indescribable complexity in his heart.

"Some things, you don't understand." Zhuang Xinyao was already somewhat intoxicated, his cheeks flushed with an unnatural red tint, and every word he spoke was reeking of alcohol.

Outside, this man was immensely majestic; even the heads of second-tier families would show him three points of deference upon meeting him.

A few attendants helped the boss back into the hotel and seated him. The hotel owner, Manager You, was still agonizing over the matter when his wife arrived.

However, seeing his older brother, several brothers-in-law, several nephews, and the Crown Prince of the Great Song all present in the arena, the Silver Dragon Prince insisted on going down to compete in the martial arts duel.

Nanyu, who had previously managed to hold on, only realized at this moment just how pent-up and desperate he truly was.

Imperial Son-in-Law Li Xianglin and Daoist Priest Xiao accompanied the Emperor inside, followed closely by Magistrate Zhang of Xiyun County.

Guided by passion, they cast everything aside to love freely. At this moment, the two of them had thrown all caution to the wind, like dry firewood meeting a blazing fire, or long-parched earth receiving sweet dew.

A chorus of whistles erupted from outside the arena as people began guessing which couple it was. Naturally, the pair blessed with striking appearances drew the most attention.

Seeing the Princess of Pingjiang leave her home, he lingered outside for a little while to avoid notice. Once her carriage had departed, he slipped out from the shadows and entered his own house.

However, before they could say anything more, a calm voice echoed through the waiting room.

As soon as they left, the class bell rang, and the teacher who had already arrived nearby hurried over. Seeing the situation, Wanyuting had no choice but to return to her classroom, casting one last lingering look at Wang Heng before leaving.

"Well, he doesn't look like a good person," I nodded and said. But perhaps my judgment was a bit biased; after all, one cannot judge a book by its cover.

Seeing Mo Qianning being so considerate, Mo Lingran still wanted to take her away first.

Qiao Anming had eaten bland food for twenty years, and his family kitchen probably didn't even stock Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers; how could he possibly handle such a pungent and spicy dish?

Just as An Ruoran and the others were enjoying the sea breeze, a major incident occurred over at the Lin Garden.

Du Ruo's temper flared up as well. What was wrong with this man? Normally he was so composed and unflappable, yet now he was flying into such a rage just because she visited Mo Youting at the hospital after work.

Bai Pianran was Mo Tian's most heavily relied-upon pawn. Her relationship with Mo Tian was ambiguous and hard to define, but judging by past experience, their alliance was exceedingly solid.

Seeing Mo Qianning look so certain, An Ruoran felt a tiny flicker of panic. Her heart began to pound heavily against her ribs, terrified that they might actually fail to find her.

"An antidote? How can blood poison be cured? If there were a cure, the previous generation's Old Sect Master wouldn't have..." With that, the sword-carrying master clenched his fist in mid-air, and the remaining ceramic shards in his palm instantly turned into fine powder.

Qiyun Yu's soul power energy showed no rejection or resistance toward them whatsoever, directly absorbing and assimilating them.

"There are mainly two forms of water burial. The first is casting the entire corpse into a river, usually handled by two people. Immediately after death, a cut is made across the waist, and the head and feet are folded together and bound tightly. The body is placed into a back basket with a black cloth draped over the opening, and that very day, a single person carries it on their back to be thrown into the river."

The two of them continuously admired the scenery on the ground from the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the sun was already setting in the west as the cyan giant eagle flew lower and lower. A massive courtyard estate came into view, causing Wang Ge to unconsciously swallow a mouthful of saliva as he gazed down at the compound below.

"Very well, this is no place for talking. Let's set off now." Xia Mingfeng made a sweeping gesture, put away the cyan-eyed eagle, and nodded to the old man.

Yet a smile lingered on Xia Youfang's face, devoid of a single trace of sorrow, as if that person were not his own eldest uncle, but rather closer to an enemy.

Aside from imprisoning a mad lady over the past seven years, Qingtong Palace had only housed the relocated Su Ruhui and Xiuxwan, making the nights exceptionally desolate.

Suddenly, for reasons unknown, Ah Er's simple words struck the most fragile part of my heart. I was abruptly overcome by a sour ache in my chest, feeling as though I owed Ah Er a debt of gratitude I could never repay. After all, we were completely unrelated, and I had even constantly tried to capture him, yet here he was, saving my life.

Surrounded by sword-wielding figures in black who had closed in from who knows where, the one standing to Mao Leyan's left spoke coldly in such a manner.

Whether the clumsy girl did it intentionally or not, the youth's body was sent crashing heavily down onto the head of the Eight-Cornered Savage Bull.

The Non-Contention Formation had reached its final moment. The water in the spring at the very center of Guanshui Pool was no longer surging. Wielding the stone coffin, he hurled it straight into the spring eye, and the stone coffin naturally settled right back into place, sealing the Underworld waters once again with the Suppression Spring Stone Coffin.

Earth-Escape was one of the esoteric Qimen Dunjia arts that Mo Tian had previously acquired from an elder of the Gongsun family. Combined with the spatial evasion technique he had recently mastered, Mo Tian could completely transition into an assassin. Coupled with the Thousand-Trace Step, he already had few rivals among cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.

Zhou Dunhu first clenched his teeth tightly, then bit down on the linen collar of his garment. It had been at least thirty years since he last tasted the sting of a beating board. The last time he experienced the feel of a wooden plank landing on his body, his now-dead father was still alive—and now, he was a grandfather himself, a hardened veteran of the battlefield.

Under normal circumstances, given Lin Anlue's cultivation and demeanor, he would have immediately offered apologies to prevent any damage to the Lin family's reputation. But today, he could only offer an apology in his heart, barked out a curt "Go to the Lin Residence to collect compensation," and galloped away in a rush, leaving behind two infuriated yet helpless victims.