Volume 1, Chapter 27: Come on, old man, I'll fight you with one hand tied behind my back!

He knew about Lin Yi’s family background, so he was not surprised to see she had a cousin, and simply turned to walk inside.

“Could it be a ‘lover’s tribulation’?” Prince Ning, who had been half-kneeling, now sat flat on the floor.

It had not even been ten minutes since they parted ways; adding the previous time, it was at most twenty minutes, yet they were already fully prepared.

Yan Yaoshun fell silent. It was not that he couldn't explain it clearly, but he was afraid she would misunderstand. He was so anxious to prove his loyalty to her that his words became muddled, and the more he explained, the more confusing and ambiguous it became.

How could the decadent elites care about the lives of the lowest commoners and low-level evolvers?

“The only one who should feel guilty is Yan Yingxiong,” Ni Lehui said, for after all, the matter had started because of him.

When Lan Yu woke up, she was lying under the covers wearing only a bodice. The room was deathly quiet, and there were no outsiders present.

“Very well. You should rest. Let me sit in this hall for a while longer; it’s as if I am fulfilling my duty to Empress Qin,” Ji Yun said, appearing somewhat lost.

Thinking of Yan Yaoshun holding Yan Ziyou’s hand and handing him over to Sun Yu, Yan Ziyi couldn’t help but shudder. It was clear that relying on Yan Yaoshun was a lost cause.

Shang Qirui bowed respectfully and stood to the side, failing to notice the probing glance cast by Xu Guoren.

No sooner had A-Hai finished speaking than a shout rang out from the large ship: “Listen, those ahead! This is the warship of Prince Rui. Drop your weapons at once, or you shall be treated as bandits and shown no mercy!”

The giants scratched their heads, but they were broad-minded by nature and didn't take it to heart, dispersing one by one. The other titans were already accustomed to such things and didn't bother going, knowing it would be a wasted trip.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that her facial contours had become thinner, with the chiseled lines appearing even more sharp and defined.

“Sect Master, is some great upheaval about to occur?” Hu Fang, the master of the First Peak, asked with a frown. As the oldest of the titans present, a contemporary of the previous Sect Master, he was the only one who dared to ask.

Driven by hatred and fear of the supervisory teams and a yearning for freedom, the slaves erupted with immense morale. Having nothing left but their lives, they appeared exceptionally fierce.

Since arriving on the Shangwu Continent, Xiao Mo had only ever seen five heroes, including himself, which showed just how scarce they were.

The descendants of the Xuantai Immortal King had always despised Shi Fang, targeting him at every opportunity. But Shi Fang was honest and upright, and his cultivation techniques and character left no room for criticism. However, now that the problem lay with his two disciples, they seized the opportunity and refused to let go.

One could make a superficial judgment based on color, identifying which equipment didn’t align with their own attributes and looked out of place among their gear.

Feng Chengjin was left speechless by such irrationality, but understanding Liang Shiman’s background, he didn't find this extreme egoism strange at all.

“The smell of tung oil—it’s on the Fifth Mistress.” She pointed to the corpse, her pale face turning slightly green; she dared not look any longer.

Back at home, Qian Xiancheng and the Wei family had not yet returned from Linjin Town. Today was the day to visit Qian Chuanchuan’s family. They had sent a donkey cart full of gifts to the Wei family yesterday, and today they were going to the Yang family with just as much in tow. Presumably, for the sake of the gifts, Qian Chuanchuan would treat his younger brother and sister-in-law well.

In other words, curiosity killed the cat. He couldn’t tell Xiuniang the truth later, so he had already prepared an excuse: the Emperor had kept him behind to talk and wouldn't let him leave, and this return was due to an urgent secret decree from the Emperor—it was only natural to exchange a few extra words.

Even among warriors with exceptional talent, it was difficult to defeat Baoyun at the same level, let alone kill him.

He reflected on the misery of his life: orphaned from childhood, friendless, and raised by wolves. Though he had received guidance from a mentor and considered his heart loftier than the heavens, harboring the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, he had hoped that his first battle after leaving the mountains would shock the world and strike terror into the hearts of the Northern Desert.

Seeing that everyone else around him was in their twenties and still didn’t know where their wives were, he felt a twinge of envy for Jianxue and the Boss.

Zi Ye was fourteen and had to rest in the outer courtyard. The family walked to the hanging flower gate, where he paid his respects to his parents, and the family split into two paths.

He waited and waited for Xue Chen to arrive, but Xue Chen had no such intention, which made He Buyu feel increasingly anxious and uneasy.

Jiang Baoyu directed the scene on the spot, enjoying himself immensely. He had Li Hao Ming choose particularly tricky angles, such as ugly shots taken from below.

In the same dilapidated thatched cottage, Feng Yufei was wrapped in a heavy fox-fur cloak, sitting on the heated bed by the window. Her slender fingers idly stirred the charcoal ash in a hand warmer, and she remained silent for a long time.

With a cold rebuke that had not yet faded into the void, Jian Ying leaped out with her sword. Two flashes of light swept down, delivering a lethal, icy blow.

Although Liu Xinghe felt a bit intimidated, having once been an immortal, he had to display heroic spirit and lead the way.

“You know, don’t you? Then tell me! I want to know. I don’t want a blank space in my life!” A-Xiang roared.

Gu Wansheng felt her feet were weak. Even though she was walking on a path strewn with fresh flowers, she felt as if she were not walking on solid ground. Was she dreaming?