Volume One, Chapter 97 Lin Ranran saw Xia Zhiyuan running out of her husband's hospital room.

Ji Junxiao’s lips curled into a cold arc, the derision in his eyes utterly unmasked. “Xia Zhiyuan, you’re ugly, yet you have quite the pretty dreams.”

Xia Zhiyuan had thought he’d finally accepted her advice, grasped the severity of the situation, but she never expected such a cutting remark from him. Anxiety prickled her brow with sweat; her voice trembled. “Brother Ji, you’re confused! If you don’t deal with Lin Ranran soon, you’ll end up dead at her hands! Do you think she’s thriving this lifetime by sheer luck? Every step she takes is calculated, all to destroy you! If you hadn’t insisted on overturning the case in the previous life, would she have died? Do you really believe she doesn’t hate you...”

The aura was so powerful, so overwhelming that he couldn’t bear to look directly at it. Even the ten great Underworld Marshals paled in comparison.

Naturally, she didn’t wish for Li Yu to head to America at this moment, yet she knew that once Li Yu set his mind to something, he wouldn’t easily change course.

Within the inner court of the Embroidered Guard, the Chief Inspector Zhou Xiang was also present. He’d assigned this matter to Li Li, so he came to oversee its execution. Though, in truth, he was merely making a show of it; with so many in the Embroidered Guard, why entrust this task to him alone?

“Maruko, you stay here too,” Li Ruhai instructed as he walked out, addressing the follower at his heels.

Despite Chu Hanyun having warned them of possible dangers beforehand, none had anticipated the situation would deteriorate to this extent, requiring so many to protect their movements.

“But... there’s another matter. The Yanhuang authorities seem intensely curious about our actions; they’ve already dispatched people to secretly investigate our purpose,” Lin Tianxing said gravely.

“Huh? Lord Mou has written another calligraphy? Let me take a good look!” Li Li, curious as ever, went over to Mou Bin’s side, marveling at the artwork.

According to the usual progression of cultivation in the universe, ascending to the Profound rank required comprehending the mysteries; for the Earth rank, understanding the power of laws was necessary; and at the Heaven rank, one needed to wield the force of worlds.

“Brother Yi, take care. I’ll wait for your return,” Situ Xuejiao dared not let Wu Yi see her face; she only held him tightly in embrace.

Though he didn’t understand, Li Li grinned, feigning roughness as he responded politely.

Xia Jian had visited General Xiao’s gravesite many times, so the place was familiar to him. Yet winter’s snow had transformed the cemetery into a world of white. He walked several steps, pausing to discern his direction, wandering among the public graves for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at Xiao’s tomb.

Back in the house, carefully pondering the information provided by Mochou, he thought, damn, it’s perfect—was heaven lending him a hand, or was it mere coincidence?

“Long Luo said, ‘That makes sense.’ Ye Tao added, ‘That’s what puzzles me. The Lingyun Sect is formidable, and Lingyunzi is a triple-ranked God Emperor, higher than the leaders of the other three sects. Yet all we hear about are the Three Sects of East Wilderness, almost as if Lingyun Sect doesn’t exist.’”

Yang Yunhan and Xiang Mingque searched the palaces, scouring the audience chambers and offices of the Koryo King, but found no trace of the White Horse Seal, and could only turn toward the inner chambers.

A month had passed since the Ghosthorn Forest’s people ambushed them in the passage, yet there was no news of Li Jiang, leaving Mo Xueyan and Ye Xiaotong anxious.

There still remained several major companies and conglomerates untouched by the Xu family’s threats, who hadn’t severed ties with Yunhai Group.

I replied, “No,” as I opened Gaode Maps, searched for Pingchuan, selected walking, and the map repeatedly warned me the destination was too far, suggested I take a cab.

One must admit, Gong Jinan’s luck was remarkable. Had it not been for Lü Xuan’s earlier wild imaginings, Gong Jinan might never have driven Lü Xuan into madness.

From Dao Wuhui’s display of skill and feats, Gu Qingfeng knew he was no match, but as a martial artist, one should not fear challenge—especially since Dao Wuhui always fought higher-ranked opponents with a lower rank.

Kakashi, who had insisted on taking the first half of the night’s watch, sat on a rock, dead-fish eyes fixed on the transparent bell in his hand.

“Wow, I didn’t know you ever pursued anyone, but you never actually confessed,” Liu Xi exclaimed excitedly.

Ye An and Bai Tingting’s eyes brightened. “Besides, I’m the sports committee rep. Tomorrow I’ll say everyone can requeue, how about it?” Zeng Peng whispered.

Both sides played cautiously at the start. In mid lane, Wei God’s Galio and Feike’s Malzahar glanced at each other, nodding and weaving their movements in silent understanding.

As more and more mental imprints filled Xie Zhi’s mind, his entire consciousness seemed illuminated by the radiance from those imprints.

Xie Zhi looked at his right hand. Each of his five fingers bore a sheath shaped like a blade, varying in length.

Getting punched in exchange for Tsunade’s presence? Such a deal... cough, no! He knew Tsunade’s strength well; a full-force punch would leave him bedridden for months.

Li Anbo hesitated, no longer answering Bai Tingting’s question. But Bai Tingting was certain he’d heard her—his ears flushed red the moment her words fell.

Whenever Wang Shengnan came to mind, Lin Miaomiao’s razor-sharp gaze immediately fixed on her father.

“Huh?” A Slowpoke lounging on a bridge was fishing with its tail and accidentally caught a Garchomp.

Almost simultaneously, countless celebrities’ Weibo accounts pinged. Seeing the message from the official account, they checked at once—and that single glance left them unable to look away.

The five-colored light flew toward Jiang Yikang, but he remained motionless, watching it approach with quiet detachment.

A year later, after all the right-wing cultivators were slain, the Tianfu Dynasty’s emperor finally passed the throne to his designated heir.

Suddenly, Wang Hao unleashed a divine kick, sending Gengar flying. But as Divine was a normal type, it did no damage to Gengar.

Jiang Yikang shouted, channeling his power, instantly unleashing his advanced Foundation Establishment cultivation, pushing the wooden staff upward once again.

The Jinwu team sneered; in recent years, they knew cross-talk in China was waning in popularity. Lin Ruofeng’s performance would likely attract only a fraction of Jinwu’s concert audience.

Yu Min opened her eyes to see Yin Fanghua blushing, while Ye Chen’s eyes remained tightly shut.

Throughout Asia, nations influenced by the Nine Comics were full of complaints, their authors hated to the point of gnashing teeth.

“This place feels nice. I think I’ll stay up here,” Zhang Zhen said, taking a glass of wine and leaning against the railing adorned with cupids, speaking to Harris and Jessica.