Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Stunning Beauty

Old Half-Immortal shed bitter tears. Without stopping Gan Liuting, he raised his hand and struck his own forehead with a heavy blow. The Master of the Heavens was known for his ruthless nature and would never leave any loose ends; Gan Liuting was right—rather than begging for mercy in vain, it was better to die with dignity.

Even with the Crimson Flame enhancement, Liu Ling was currently only at the limit of a three-star level. If he were to face a four-star opponent, he would have no choice but to flee.

After all, serving a monarch is like living with a tiger. Only by anticipating the sovereign’s every need and handling matters with flawless precision could she hope to maintain her position as the Imperial Lady-in-Waiting for long.

Sima Xiang sat clutching his forehead, still reeling from the sound of the old master smashing a teacup earlier. Cold sweat broke out across his body; no wonder that unfilial son dared not tell him the truth over the phone—the boy had truly stirred up a massive disaster.

As a former leader of the Martial Alliance, Lin Tian knew the methods of the Demon God Sect all too well, and his heart was filled with trepidation.

The yellow Ferrari roared with powerful force, its deafening engine sound echoing throughout the market.

If he could uncover the nature of the ritual, perhaps he could deduce why the Immortal Venerable had sent him to this village. Moreover, he had to find a way to qualify for the ritual, for his keen intuition told him that the task assigned to him by the Immortal Venerable was inextricably linked to this mysterious ceremony.

The Prime Minister of the island nation sighed. He knew this moment was inevitable, yet he still answered the call. He understood now that the United States government would never be satisfied with their unilateral withdrawal from the alliance; it would be a miracle if the Americans had no objections.

A-Xi Yan reached up to touch the top of her head and, feeling the crown, exclaimed with delight.

Having said this, he walked personally to the side of the palanquin, lifted the soft curtain, and stood ready to welcome Yan Yu inside.

Yan Qiubai looked back at Gu Yunyan, whose body was trembling slightly, her eyes filled with profound pain.

Li Suizhu observed the scene and glanced at Xu Qianlie, sensing that something was amiss. To speak with such gravity surely had something to do with Duanmu Dezhu, but what could it be? Was it related to Mingxin Hall? If so, Xu Qianlie’s reaction was actually quite mild.

A narrow gap was left in the car window. Through this slit, no wider than a finger, he gazed at the brightly lit café across the street, his expression exceptionally complex.

Finding a tree hiding a person in the dead of night was no simple task, especially when the area was filled with so many trees.

Inside a factory, several vehicles moved in and out. At the lead was a steamroller, crushing all the zombies into mere pulp beneath its weight.

Zong Zhiyi took a few steps, feeling that something was off. He turned back to check if Zan Qing was alright.

The poison affecting Liu Ziyue and the others was bizarre and inexplicable. The doctors of Licheng were helpless. Given the gravity of the situation, the prefects of Licheng had not returned home, choosing instead to rest in the guest rooms of the Youjian Inn.

It was only because of his mother’s suffering and her death that he could never move past that hurdle in his heart.

Dabao would not ask such a question without reason; something must have happened when he went to the Medici Fortress.

Su Yunjin waited from the time the meal was hot until it had gone cold, yet Gu Yan never returned.

"Leave? Why should we leave? Since we are already here, we should teach them a lesson," Su En remarked.

"Very well," Mo Qi nodded. Since they were already seated at the dining table, she was not worried that the two would leave before she finished speaking.

The monk and the Taoist both let out a soft exclamation and instinctively patted their trousers, checking the floor, but found nothing there.

From Shui Wuqing’s fist flew a crystalline ice dragon. As it knocked aside Yu Wuyai’s "Fire Dance Universe," the body of the ice dragon struck Yu Wuyai, sending him flying a great distance. Fortunately, Shui Wuqing had held back; had he used his full strength, Yu Wuyai would certainly have been injured.

"Su En, let me tell you, Qinglan is being pursued by others now. I don’t believe you can remain indifferent," Xiao Xiang’er said indignantly.

Yet, after that shocking kiss during the live stream, everyone seemed much calmer. As they tidied up, they would occasionally steal glances, blushing and heart-racing. Was this scene, as beautiful as a painting, truly not from an idol drama, but unfolding in reality?

"This deity received the memorial you submitted, claiming that a bull demon is wreaking havoc within the Eight-Hundred-Mile Flaming Mountain? Thus, I have come down to the mortal realm to investigate," the Panda said with reserved dignity.

Leaving these words behind, Minghe took a step forward and walked deep into the Great Buddha Hall, passing right by Randeng without even a glance.

A patient covered by a white sheet was pushed out from within by several doctors in white coats.

This was the Soul-Pacifying Mantra, meant to let the spirit of the deceased find rest while awaiting the arrival of the messengers from the Underworld. Of course, it was also to allow his brother to inquire about certain matters more easily.

When Yuan Yingyue woke up crying from a nightmare, Qin An was still in surgery. Unable to control herself, she rushed to the operating room door, pounding on it and shouting.

However, as Ye Wu looked at the surroundings and the several men in black who had been frozen in place, he realized what had happened and spoke to Ye Xiu.

Lin Weike wanted to say more, but she could only watch helplessly as the door was mercilessly closed in her face.

He did not know if Father Jiang would approve; after all, there had been a previous engagement between him and Qin Xiaoxiao. If Father Jiang found out or minded, his marriage to Jiang Luoluo would certainly be impossible.

Therefore, seeing that Gao Yiwen was genuinely angry, Shang Dongfang naturally hastened to appease her.

"You say you come from another world. Does that mean parallel universes truly exist?" Having set aside his prejudices, Zhang Yeqing transformed into a curious child.