Chapter 55

Holding Wang Mengjiang in her arms, Xie Daoyun felt something pressing against her chest and looked down to see a faint white light emanating from Wang Mengjiang's bosom, which startled her slightly.

Before Feng Lin could finish his sentence, the middle-aged man struck him with a heavy blow, sending Feng Lin's body crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Stunned into speechlessness, Gu Jun looked blankly at Lu Fang, wishing dearly that he could end her wretched life with a single punch.

With just a single move, Tang Zeng was sent flying directly by the tremendous impact, and the Heaven-Piercing Divine Axe in his hand was instantly knocked away.

Dan brought her prey, yet she had to give one up to the tribe, which put her under immense pressure, and Milan did not want him to hunt for her anymore.

The fire bowls on the steps leading up to the outer mountain gate were all lit, burning fiercely. Looking down from above, they resembled a long, blazing dragon, casting brilliant light across every step before the Heaven-Piercing Cave.

Another tower had been constructed upon the platform, standing five stories high and over thirty zhang above the ground. The spiritual Qi from nine streams was continuously channeled into it, perfectly embodying the Qi of the Sovereign of the Nine Fives.

The weather grew increasingly hot, and the people in the courtyard sought out shady spots to sit, yet none dared to venture far. Although the corners not far away might be cooler, who could guarantee they wouldn't perish there?

The black and white grand sages stood with folded hands, guarding the exterior of the Taiyi Hall like a pair of statues.

The troop pressed onward, led by Wang Hao, marching straight ahead without taking a single detour.

She turned to glance at the fishing village not far behind her. It remained quiet and undisturbed, as if it had never been intruded upon. Although the barrier she had previously cast to protect the village was shattered, she could see that the village had suffered no harm.

She had always considered the Empress to be exceptionally wise, but this current situation left her somewhat at a loss.

Regardless of who laid eyes upon her creations, they would offer words of praise. Even though the Empress resided within the palace and had seen and consumed countless rare things in her life, she surely knew nothing about the art of grafting, right?

After the effeminate man finished expressing his romantic yearnings with a face full of longing, he was displeased to find that his emotional speech had elicited no response at all.

Especially the person currently delivering the presentation; upon seeing the boss's breathtaking appearance suddenly magnified on the screen, they became entirely speechless.

Therefore, when abandoning the child, she fed it a small amount of breast milk followed by a generous quantity of sugar water.

An Yun remained at the bodyguard training camp until the afternoon, leaving only after she had thoroughly familiarized herself with all the training protocols.

"Exactly, Second Brother, you must not do anything foolish. That Yuan Fei is merely an outsider," Nan Chao also advised.

"Senior Sister, how are you feeling?" Lin Luo asked with concern as he looked at Chu Xun's pitiful and delicate appearance.

The old man's thick eyebrows already carried a faint silvery sheen, and his bloodshot eyes remained piercingly bright. His bridge of the nose extended straight, indicating a righteous heart; his philtrum was deep and long, and the lines of his lips were sharply defined, showing that he was not only destined for longevity but also possessed resolute, decisive leadership and extraordinary vigor.

"How is it? Did everything go smoothly?" Ye Chen asked. He genuinely wanted to know the effectiveness of the counterfeit item he had created.

The mere thought of Yinniang brought a surge of vibrant energy to Zhang Yun's mind. Standing only three or four zhang away from him, Yinniang and Madam Liu were locked in a fierce battle. Although Yinniang possessed no knowledge of swordsmanship, she was nevertheless holding her own against Madam Liu on equal terms, commanding Zhang Yun's involuntary admiration.

Hearing this, a jolt went through my heart. What kind of bizarre events were transpiring at sea, drawing wave after wave of people there only for wave after wave of disasters to occur? Even Qingzi, who usually cared for nothing beyond shopping and buying clothes, had taken to the sea not long ago, and now it hardly seemed like a coincidence.

The young man had no words to express his thoughts, so he merely lowered his head to gaze at a touch of blushing red nestled in the crook of his right elbow. At first, he felt nothing unusual, save for a gentle warmth spreading across his wrist. When he looked closer, he saw a pure, lustrous jade-like radiance enveloping his arm, gathering and lingering without dispersing. No matter how bitter the bone-chilling cold of the frigid prison might be, not a trace of that biting ice and snow could taint his arm.

At this moment, a six-headed monster, little more than two inches long, was roaring fiercely within the orb, continuously spewing breaths of destruction—it was none other than Mie, having returned to its true form.

One must know that the Lin family had scoured domestic and foreign renowned physicians in their quest to cure this ancient ailment, all to no avail.

Obtaining the sword technique manual like a precious treasure, Zhao Yangtian secured the paper and left the room. Even Fatty Yang in the next room remained entirely unaware of the uninvited visitor. He could truly be described as arriving without a shadow and departing without a trace.

The air was torn apart, sliced layer by layer by the intent of the blade, and just as it seemed tragedy was about to befall the goblin, the summon's figure abruptly vanished from the spot right at that moment.

Stretched to its absolute limit, the remarkably resilient instrument string snapped back like a silver bow, sending Lu Hao flying backward.

"Sasai, come here, let the wet nurse hold you," the old matron said sternly, cutting through the mood and instructing the wet nurse to take the child away.

The two of them once more looked at Bafeng Han, who was launching an attack against their master, their eyes filled with involuntary sympathy.

Sasai took rare advantage of breakfast time to act spoiled, throwing tantrums and demanding to be held and fed by her usually easygoing mother, clinging to Wen Huanyong and refusing to let go.

She figured that Tan Yang must have considered the presence of both the adult and the child earlier, suppressing his anger and holding his tongue. In the past, they would have already quarreled fiercely.

He certainly did not consider this any form of fate; instead, he found the person before him rather eccentric, sensing an indescribable quality in the way she looked at him. While it bore a resemblance to hatred, she was clearly smiling; yet to call it admiration or affection was entirely out of the question.

She hurriedly checked the arm she had bitten, only to find a clear smear of moisture staining her black shirt. Reaching out to touch it, she felt a patch of crimson, suggesting the wound was not insignificant.

Regardless of who broached the subject, everyone immediately fell into a nervous silence, which left Yu Miaomiao herself feeling somewhat spooked, daring not to ask any further questions.

He intended to go upstairs, and Yufeng had no reason to bar his way. Jiang Xuanjin wore a grim expression as he swept his gaze across the room, discovering virtually no place where the menace on the bed could be concealed.