Chapter 35

"I would rather fall to my death than be skinned alive by them," the big man shouted, neck strained.

"You finally came." Su Li’s eyes were filled with relief; he knew that Yun Qing still cared for him.

Twenty minutes later, Taohua opened her weary eyes. She had reached climax three times, and Qingxin had cycled through five or six different positions, yet he showed no sign of ending the session.

The situation was critical. Since Yuanjue Temple was closer to the Xiahou estate than the palace, Lady Xiahou ordered the imperial physician to the estate, fearing that Princess Changning might not survive the journey back.

Every day they met at a fixed location to trade. For instance, Huo would leave a note in this cabinet specifying the items he needed, but how were their financial transactions handled? There must be other channels.

Now, she thought back to her confession on the helicopter while escaping the island where Ghost Face had held her captive. She had said, "I love you," and he had replied, "I know."

"Give up! My blade is coated with a deadly poison, and since I have already struck you, the venom is now in your blood. If you cannot find an antidote within an hour, you will cease to exist." The assassin did not turn around; his tone remained unchanged, cold as ice.

"Qingxin, you just woke up. Lie down first; we can talk about everything else once your wounds have healed," Qin Ting said, hurrying to comfort him.

With defensive measures set up in several spots five or six meters below the tree, this had become Yan Bin’s temporary home. Whether it was because of the day’s events or the environment, Yan Bin grew drowsy and slowly drifted off to sleep on the bamboo mat nearby.

"Brother Night Owl! I’ve secured the funds. Let’s pick a place to meet!" Black Dragon Xiaotian said, sounding somewhat agitated.

He listened to the teacher’s lecture as earnestly as a novice. This was truly admirable; everyone who managed to enter this camp had some skill, but perhaps only Mu Yang could demonstrate such humility.

They trembled at the thought of the Black Tortoise Mansion Master, a god-level powerhouse who had placed second in the previous Black Tortoise Galaxy Promotion Tournament.

Xingtian Qiang showed no mercy, launching a barrage of attacks at the Fallen Shaman. Within two minutes, the poor creature was beaten to death by the surrounding players.

***

The levels of pharmacology are divided into Apprentice, Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Master, Grandmaster, and Divine Artisan.

Was Qin Shiyu angry? He was! Arrogant braggarts deserved to be taught a lesson. Yet, he was not reckless; seeing the man’s movements, he understood the situation.

Weisheng Liang offered no explanation. His calm face was like a wall—yes, a wall.

"I am the boss. What do you have to say?" Mu Yang looked up. The man was sturdy, fashionably dressed, and looked to be in his early twenties. His eyes fell on the man’s hand, which was resting on the shoulder of a girl named Yan'er.

Immediately, Zhen Deshuai sat cross-legged, instantly entering a meditative state to refine the Eight Extremities Universe Palm.

Qin Shiyu dared not mention the other three, as he had not yet reached a level of "mutual understanding" with them.

"Husband, where is your hand going?" The tenderness lasted less than ten seconds before Lin Yanran pouted.

Suddenly, he spread the fingers of his left hand, and a massive whirlwind, thick as an arm, descended from the sky, slamming into the body of the Fierce Wind Cavalry.

As the sun’s rays grew blinding and the banners at the South Gate were dyed a deep crimson gold, the ancient, heavy gates creaked open. Two rows of soldiers, wearing dark red sashes, spurred their horses and galloped away.

Jing Huanmeng looked up to see the Immortal Thousand Trees and the Spirit of Pear Blossoms. Regaining her senses, her sword slipped from her hand. She threw herself onto her father, cradling his forehead, and wailed in agony.

"Yao Ruoxue, are you going to keep this up all day? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really won't take me for a man!" Shen Fei scoffed.

Not letting Tang Lichuan continue to channel his arrow technique, he blurred and vanished from his spot, darting toward Luo Xiaoguan.

"You’ve offended President Luo, and since I’ve been walking so close to you, I feel like I’m going to be dragged down with you!" Su Lianqing said to Shen Fei with a pathetic look.

***

Therefore, the focus of his observation remained on the Dragon Riders. He was waiting for them to enter their encirclement before giving the order to attack.

Calculating that Tang Lichuan, having lost his divine sword and an arm, was no match for him, Ying Tiange hurriedly channeled his celestial energy. A beast-like roar erupted across the thundering sky.

The most important part of love is persistence. Frustration, disaster, illness, poverty—none of these should matter. To never abandon or forsake one another is true love, just like Immortal Jade Flute, who always stayed by her side.

Xiao Feng smiled, shaking his head as he handed the Black Angel to Xiao Feng. With a heavy thud, the weapon hit the ground. The combined weight of three Black Angels and a laser gun was simply too much; even when Xiao Feng had lost his supernatural abilities, he couldn't lift them, let alone Qin Tian now.

Wen Yu fretted inwardly. This guy—although he wasn't clinging as tightly as he had been before the new year, he still constantly hovered before her, spouting nonsense. It was an eyesore. If he got married soon—perhaps to someone strong, like Princess Qingyu, who could keep him in check—maybe he would settle down.

"Father, he rarely drinks, and he isn't good at it." Zhilou knew this well; Chu Moshang seldom drank, and his tolerance was low.

Old Master Ma glared at Zhu Feng, then fell into deep thought. The eyes of everyone present were fixed on him. Although they knew the ancient painting was authentic and likely valuable, they had no idea just how much it was worth and were eager to know its market value.

"Feng Zhilou, I won't repeat this a third time. Are you going to kowtow or not?" Ying Ji’s fingers dug into Yan'er’s pressure points. The girl screamed in agony, her face turning a ghastly green. If she applied even a little more force, the child would die.

Qin Xuan said calmly, "After observing just now, it’s clear you, Xiao Feng, possess more than one ability. I, too, shall fight with all my might." As he spoke, his body rose rapidly from the ground, and his eyes shifted from black to red.