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At last, the incantation concluded. The man picked up an exquisite glass goblet and poured the liquid within onto the candle.

Only then did One-Eye notice that the long blade in Chu Feng’s hand had transformed into a blood-smeared sword, with droplets still rhythmically falling from its tip.

These two were naturally Wu Yang and Jill. While passing through, they had discovered Alice underground and had come to a halt in the sky above.

Wu Yang muttered to himself, "Your world is, in truth, merely one derived from a film."

After finishing this sentence, Dai Huadong returned to the area where the boys were gathered. Although Huo Yuhao was quite curious about what Dai Huadong had meant, the distance made it impossible for him to ask.

He could not fathom why Lu Qing would want to purchase a fishing boat. Knowing the current state of Crescent Bay, he felt that buying a boat now was nothing but a waste.

Having said this much, Li Hongwei became completely mute. No matter what Shen Yan and Fang Liyuan asked him, he offered no further response.

Thus, Zhang Hao decided that from now on, he would only treat those with whom he shared a fated connection; if he encountered them, he would save them, and if not, it was simply a lack of destiny. There was nothing Zhang Hao could do about that. As for the villains before him, he would not save them even if he encountered them—after all, they were evildoers. If the wicked were not punished, Zhang Hao’s heart would find no peace.

His identity as a cultivator, in particular, lent an ethereal quality to his temperament, making people feel a sense of intimacy while simultaneously perceiving a mysterious, magnetic allure.

Lu Qing took a bite and found it equally pleasant—better than most of the meals he had had at restaurants.

Though these words sounded as if they were spoken out of consideration for Yang Guangbei, they effectively branded him with the charge of "disrespecting his elders." Yang Guangbei appeared entirely oblivious to this. He thanked the Duchess of Xingguo and Yang Guangnan in a low voice before stepping onto the stairs.

Ever since the incident with the Second Prince, the Empress Dowager Xiaohe had ceased interfering in the affairs of the inner palace, dedicating herself solely to the worship of Buddha.

Jun Li did not look back, merely throwing out a cold remark: "I care not who is waiting—if he will not get up, then he will not get up!" He returned to Rong Zhan the very words Rong Zhan had used when the two maids had pleaded with him to rise.

Before Gu Hanhao could finish speaking, Liu Fan had already sprinted toward the stairwell. Ji Jiaxin had only just left; she should still be reachable.

Lingxi arched her delicate brows and cut off her words. She was astonished at which concubine could be so thoughtless as to leave the palace banquet on such a cold day to wander toward the rockery.

The Qiao family must have had incredible luck! Even after being separated from the main branch for so many years, someone had come looking for them, ready to offer them vast fortunes and a life of luxury.

Lingxi performed a formal curtsy for Talent Lady Xian. Looking at the familiar features of the lady’s brow and eyes, she became increasingly certain that this was the sister she should have had outside the palace.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Emperor Yong’an felt not only a heaviness in his chest but a strange, unsettling bitterness in his heart.

Lingxi sat upright on the bamboo couch and, after letting He Ye compare it, took the bodice into her own hands to examine it closely.

Penglai leaned against the pine tree with one hand, then took out the spirit fruit he had pilfered from Old Man Guo the day before. Gazing at the scenery imbued with immortal energy, he gave the fruit a casual wipe against his clothes, took a bite with a crisp "crunch," and chewed, the fragrance filling his mouth.

"I understand. It seems you have decided to use the third method. No wonder you were moved!" Xuan Ling suddenly said with a smile.

PS: Qin Lili: Orange says that seeing everyone complain about him, his recent update schedule has been unstable. He is currently adjusting, so please don't blame him—blame me instead.

Shen Juan pretended to be calm as he hung up the phone. He tossed it casually onto the pillow, pulled back the quilt, and looked with speechless resignation at Song Zu'er, who was playing a "prank."

The Period of Degeneration did affect cultivators, but compared to ordinary people, the impact was extremely limited.

"Sister, which one do you like? I’ll put it in a nice pot for you. I bought so many beautiful flowerpots; you choose one." Shi An'an said, pulling various flowerpots from her pack. They were so diverse and lovely that they were a delight to behold.

Yuchi Baoqi had already returned home by now. The martial law in Chang'an had been lifted, and the once-lifeless city was beginning to regain its vitality.

Her age appeared to be about the same as Su Ming's—looking at it by the standards here in Yanhuang, she was likely around thirty-five.

After finding the landmark, Wang Tiezhu quickly determined their current location and fled toward the west with Bai Jingfeng.

After we left the stall and walked some distance away, the owner finally breathed a sigh of relief, terrified that we might try our luck a few more times, which would have cost him dearly for the day.

Zhou Tong spoke with a bitter tone, casting a glance at Wang Tiezhu, who sat nearby reading a magazine. His gaze held a mixture of fear and deep-seated resentment.

"You know my brother?" Li Ruoqing asked, her face full of joy, entirely oblivious to the hatred and fury in Xia Yuan’s tone. Beside her, Xie Shengxiong already wore a suspicious expression, watching Xia Yuan in silence.

"Uncle Xie! I don't believe my brother and father are that kind of person. What Zhang Yang said... about them framing Mo Lin—is it true?" Li Ruoqing looked at Xie Shengxiong with a sorrowful expression, still unable to believe my words. It was not until she saw Xie Shengxiong nod that she finally covered her face and wept.

Furthermore, these people were treating Qiu Shaoze like a lecher, which broke his heart. Qiu Shaoze firmly believed that with his own talents, had he lived in the past, he could have founded a sect—at the very least, he would have reached the realm of the Ancestor of Lust.

Seeing Qiu Shaoze stop his movements, Ye Lingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he still had a trump card, otherwise, he would have truly returned home in misery today.

Xin Niang agreed, but this time they did not enter the Water Mansion openly, choosing instead to continue their investigation from the shadows.

"The Chamber of Forbidden Arts has its taboos. Anyone who enters must master a book, otherwise, they cannot leave," Ling Du stated.

Shen Pojue was slightly stunned by Qiu Shaoze’s words; he had not expected Qiu Shaoze to turn the question back on him.

"Grab my hand!" Xiao Weiting kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached out with the other to grab Li Ruoqing’s arm, helping her steady her body. This could not go on, as we had dismantled the car door. Gritting my teeth, I seized a fleeting moment and leaped out of the vehicle.

What a vicious Blood-Born Wood spell! For a moment, I was flustered and lost. I feared that even if I released Su Nuo and Nangong Wentian and the others, it would be of no avail. This Wang Zhun possessed profound magic, and with six outer disciples standing by with predatory intent, it was highly likely that their lives would be sacrificed as well.

It had been mentioned before that outsiders were very easy to distinguish here, not to mention that Ueno Kazuki’s skin was naturally paler, making him all the more conspicuous.