Chapter 62

Xu Chuan had also been keeping an eye on Tang Hao's actions. Catching Tang Hao's gaze, he immediately nodded, rose from his seat, and departed.

The middle-aged man possessed a leopard-like head with rounded eyes, an iron-hard face, and a bushy, bearded jaw. His appearance was imposing and stern, and a sudden hearty laugh of his was enough to strike terror into anyone's heart.

Thinking of Tang Li, Lin Lu suddenly remembered the wedding invitation; in a week's time, she was to attend the wedding banquet at Osmanthus Village.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Mu picked up the bow that had fallen to the ground, pulled an arrow from the body of a man sprawled on the earth, and turned to leave in a hurry, sensing that Meng Li was already closing in on their position.

Reluctant and unwilling, Ye Lingtian unclasped the exquisite jade pendant from his waist and handed it over to Ye Ke.

On the day of the surgery, although the attending physician carefully explained the precautions and post-operative care, my mind was scattered due to the turmoil in my own life, and I couldn't register a single word. The moment the explanation ended, I was ushered into the operating room.

The moment she arrived back at her dwelling, she found the doorway surrounded by a crowd of people, all holding various kinds of items. The neighbor, Aunt Zhang, caught sight of Lin Lu, and her eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant sheen.

Li Xiaodi was still unaware that Qi Qi and Li Ran had just been subjected to an attack by that very creature.

Even though he had drawn the battlefield up into the sky that day, the sheer might of the Heavenly River Realm still exceeded his expectations. It was entirely reasonable that the aftermath of their duel would ripple down to affect the earth below.

As for the Wang Clan, Wang Lu wished for nothing more than for him to drop dead. Furthermore, during the recent clash between Ji Ba and Mifu, Wang Lu had been burned to within an inch of his life, a deep-seated enmity that could never be resolved.

Seeing this, Zhao Lingzhi had no choice but to say to her aunt: "Auntie, right when I arrived just now, I happened to overhear Old Mrs. Chen in the front telling Chen Yunlan that she wants you to die along with the child in your womb. Since Commander Chen has no heirs, adopting Second Uncle Chen's child in the future would at least ensure someone to carry on the family incense and ancestral line. But you—you're just a pitiful sacrifice. Don't you feel aggrieved?"

Even before the two nations were bound by marriage alliances, the Emperor Emeritus and Empress Dowager of the Great An Kingdom had once visited the State of Chu. The changes they brought to Chu at that time were hardly insignificant, yet their methods amounted to nothing more than the tricks of the lowest-grade merchants.

After enduring many days apart, the family was finally reunited. Looking at his living parents right beside him, Xi Zhou felt a satisfaction so immense it could hardly be contained.

She had always believed that Zhao Ni lived a dissolute life, engaging in all sorts of indescribable acts with her numerous male companions, yet she never expected the truth to be anything like what she had imagined.

However, the curse formed from the convergence of spiritual Qi toxins within his body was a double-edged sword.

"Brother Duan, what should I do now?" Liu Nanhe propped himself up into a sitting position, his attitude more humble than it had ever been.

Zhao Ni walked forward at a leisurely pace, while Chunxi conscientiously lingered a short distance behind, maintaining a respectful separation between the two.

Old Mrs. Zhao noticed that Zhao Cuihua was not only wearing a brightly colored cotton-padded jacket, but also had a red flower pinned in her hair.

Well, well, so this overbearing-looking man was Bai Rui'an, the one who had called her at the very beginning of the apocalyptic outbreak? The original owner's biological brother.

This time, Shui Yiren entertained the various matrons in the central hall near the courtyard. Once she finally managed to send them all away, she was greeted by an unexpected and special guest: the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty, Shangguan Hong.

These words caused the expressions of both the youth and Sheli to shift dramatically. Following the direction of her finger, they looked out, but aside from the dazzling and chaotic flames of war, they could see nothing at all.

Ever since the tofu business was launched, Shui Yiren had a standing agreement with the Ye family: the capital was split fifty-fifty, and the profits were divided equally as well. She provided the venue, while the Ye family contributed the labor.

"Leng Qiuyue. Tell Young Master Chu the truth about what you witnessed that day." Bai Xue glanced at Leng Qiuyue and commanded with a stern expression.

The sun had climbed high into the vault of the sky. The scorching heat in the air and their heavy garments had long since melted together through streams of sweat, sticking tightly against their backs.

Cursing him as a fool beneath her breath, her almond-shaped eyes nonetheless failed to conceal the overflowing warmth and amusement within them; the feeling of having someone worry over you and cherish you was truly wonderful.

Just as Song Leng's attention drifted and he found himself lost in such thoughts, a figure abruptly shattered the roiling waves of atmospheric pressure across the sky. A sinister, chilling glint flashed into existence in an instant, cutting across Song Leng's field of vision and triggering a blinding, sharp pain.

A cold, mocking smirk curled the corners of Yun Sheng's lips as he lowered his head to gaze at his own reflection in the water, stretching the curve of his mouth even wider.

Shu Wuyue widened her eyes slightly, staring at the dagger clutched in Liu Haiheng's hand. Then, she raised her gaze to meet his resolute face, her dark, clear eyes filled with a complex tangle of deep emotions.

In the span of just a few breaths, Lin Mu had already unleashed hundreds of punches from the Divine Demon Fist, every single strike hitting its intended target without a single blow going awry.

Li Xiang glanced at Sang Ziyi lying on the ground, a pang of heartache flickering within her, yet she hardened her heart and nodded toward the greasy-looking man.

Regarding coastal defense, no predecessors had ever poured their efforts into a thorough reorganization. Raising a brand-new naval force capable of sustaining maritime warfare was not something that could be achieved overnight in a month or two.

After all, whether the unboxing yielded equipment of the divine artifact tier, a massive stash of gold coins, or simply served as a guise of deliberate mystery—selling items under the premise that collecting a certain quantity could be traded with him for a Bond Stone guaranteed to produce miraculous gear—the possibilities were endless.

Li Ke smiled as he watched the final dark elf, who had managed to avoid being knocked unconscious, scramble out through a window and flee. He then turned to offer Minet a gentle smile.

Chants of the Great Dao resonated from atop the Golden Bell Cover, imbuing it with a remarkably sacred aura.

Yan Xue's tears instantly overflowed from her eyes. It was clear that Junzi held a profoundly heavy weight in her heart. Coupled with the fact that she now carried his flesh and blood, her emotions became entirely uncontrollable.

As for establishing a place like the Silent City, that went without saying; after all, without the Silent City, how could his Trial Blade ever hope to reach this realm?