Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Miniature Phoenix

A piercing scream echoed through the room, and Qi Wuxie immediately covered his ears.

"Stop, stop, stop! I saved you just now; I didn't do anything to you. Your clothes burned away on their own!" Qi Wuxie explained in a hurry.

But Yun Zhiqiu did not hear a word he said. She remained curled up in a ball, still screaming. Seeing this, Qi Wuxie took direct action, using his internal energy to seal Yun Zhiqiu’s mouth. The room instantly fell silent.

Yun Zhiqiu looked on with terror, her hands covering her delicate body, her face flushed red as she stared at Qi Wuxie.

Qi Wuxie turned his back and explained, "You suddenly fainted just now, and I was the one who saved you."

An Jinyun felt that his attitude toward the man before him was quite polite, after all, the man's subordinates had shown no intent to kill him or Cang Lang and the others; their only goal had been to push past them.

He closed his eyes, contemplating her image in the darkness—bright, sorrowful, angry, grieving, smiling, or unsmiling—all sorts of expressions, but the one thing that never changed was that pair of forever-knitted brows.

The film provided a profound analysis of human nature. Though it left one feeling somewhat stifled after watching, the impact and shock it delivered were undeniably real.

"Heh, you should know that choosing you as a host is your good fortune. You were already dead, yet now you have been granted a chance at rebirth, do you understand?" Tianxing began his mocking routine.

There was another possibility: he might shamelessly pester me, clinging to me until my anger faded and I forgave him, followed by a passionate reconciliation in the bedroom.

Lu Bielie’s gaze drifted toward them with a lukewarm expression. Tang Zhixin recoiled slightly and nodded without a second thought.

General Mu’s eyes tightened at the mention of the Chengqian Palace, his entire being radiating killing intent.

The Qiu family, to which Qiu Ying belonged, and the Situ family, to which Situ Nan belonged, were both among the four great families of the Imperial Capital, and were both Tier 4, Level 3 powers.

"Then why don't you explain what you were dreaming about just now!" Yue Xingran had already left his embrace and sat to the side, looking him straight in the eye.

"This is an Escape Talisman. Once activated, it can instantly whisk you away from danger. Given the small amount of energy remaining in it, it should be able to carry you over a dozen kilometers."

"That's not all. The core device of this technology is a micro-processor; that’s the big-ticket item. It wouldn't be sold for any amount of money. What we bought was only the peripheral technology; the core device has to be purchased separately!" the store manager said.

Pushed by Luo Qian’er, Feng Xuanyu felt his stomach, already churned by the swaying of the carriage, rise to his throat. He shouted for the driver to stop, leapt out, and vanished in a flash.

Tang Baobao panicked immediately and grabbed Li Wenyuan’s hand. "Daddy, you haven't finished helping me clean the room yet..." His eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Benefactor Ma, you really must put in some effort! Don't always be so light-handed. Although this nun is getting on in years, my martial arts have not grown old." Realizing that Ma Qingfeng had intentionally conceded a move, Reverend Tianquan’s impression of him improved significantly.

Gradually, Xiahou Huan could no longer stand it. This person was simply too clingy, spending his days idling about, eating and drinking at his place, not to mention pestering him every single moment.

However, it stood to reason that there shouldn't be anything unclean in the Prime Minister's estate, especially in the Grand Mistress's room, which was cleaned and tidied by designated staff every day. Even the placement of objects was fixed; how could anything unclean appear here?

Because of Xiahou Huan’s actions, the room was filled with drifting bits of cloth and cotton, fluttering and falling in a leisurely, scattered dance.

"Do I look that bad?" Mo Xiaoran suddenly opened her eyes. There was no fragility left in them, only her usual clarity and strength.

Leading over two hundred men not only wasted a vast amount of spiritual energy, but also slowed Ma Qingfeng’s speed significantly.

Sun Yan frowned slightly as he looked at the pain and twisted expressions on their faces. He knew exactly how much force he had used; less than thirty percent would have at most knocked them unconscious. To kill this giant in one blow, he would have needed at least fifty percent.

Twenty years had passed, and no one knew to what level the cultivation of this Second Island Master of Demon Island had reached.

This scene struck Lin Xiaotian’s heart like a heavy hammer, tears instantly breaking from the corners of his eyes and falling in silence.

Sharp fingernails sliced through the air, grazing Sun Yan’s cheek. Missing the first strike, the attacker raised his arm to strike again.

Caesar nodded to him and walked into the grand hall. Li Chao only offered a brief greeting; the Archmage had intended to mention the requisition of the magic-kin, but there was no time to speak now.

Lu Tianyu understood then that even if he did not accompany her, she would certainly go alone. He sighed inwardly; it seemed the battle with the Royal Imperial Magic Academy would arrive sooner than expected.

However, just like mortal weapons, mortal-grade cultivation techniques often possessed significant flaws. Using such techniques was not only difficult for cultivation but could even limit a martial artist’s future.

The appearance of the Golden Lion Cannon caused Ailige’ya’s Dao heart to show faint signs of shattering.

As for antique exchange fairs, world-class ones were rare. They were usually national in scope, or regional, held between major cities and provinces. Regardless, having such exchanges was a good thing.

He did not know what method the Lich had ultimately used to swallow the soul-fire of those Ghost-clan skeletons... At this moment, Yun Tianyang only felt a massive force slowly emerging from beneath the collapsing bone fortress.

"If you can truly fulfill our agreement, I will naturally tell you how to achieve spiritual connection when the time comes!" Having said this, Ye Qingxuan’s face, finally returned to normal, flushed red once more.

"Why are you so kind to me?" Ye Lingling looked at Zuzong, her tone still cold, yet tinged with a newfound gentleness.