Volume 1, Chapter 40: Ghost Fetus

"His Majesty said that he knows what the Empress Dowager wants to say even without listening." As soon as Ling Xi finished speaking, the Empress Dowager's face shifted from the flushed anger of a moment ago to icy coldness.

The moment Zhilan brought Thirteen back to the Glazed Palace, her first priority was to ask Azi how Xin'er and Wutong were doing. One of those two girls was definitely in trouble and might have suffered at the hands of the Dark Nether Gate; she did not want her own people to come to harm.

The medicine tasted intensely bitter upon entering the mouth, bitter enough to make one feel as though their tongue were about to fall off, but since it was said that bitter substances cleared heat and dispelled fever, Yanye decided to trust it for the time being.

Amidst the tallest cluster of trees in the Falling Cloud Pavilion, a slender and graceful figure leaned lazily and casually against the branches.

A dense barrage of bullets came hurtling forward, causing Wu Liang's heart to surge with anxiety. They could not afford to drag this out any longer; otherwise, Liu Wei's condition would become even more perilous.

"What—what are you trying to do? They were both willing participants! Besides, this might not even be the person you are looking for!" Wang Er-cai asked with feigned courage, earning a fierce glare from Chu Yuxian.

Taking advantage of the cavalry captain's attention being diverted by Ainan, an elderly man beside Matis suddenly made a move. The ground beneath their feet instantly turned crimson, and a burst of flames erupted from the depths of the earth, instantly reducing some thirty cavalrymen to ashes.

He suddenly realized that Jun Wuyou's words—"I no longer need you to serve me"—seemed to hollow out his heart entirely. Only then did he understand that he still could not live without him, nor could he bear to part from him.

"Very well, it's a deal." Although she could not foresee what kind of trouble Shangfang Xu might stir up at school, taking good care of him was, after all, part of her responsibility as Shangfang Yan's wife. Moreover, considering Shangfang Xu's "illustrious background," she was truly happy that he thought of her.

Perhaps it was to grant certain people a pleasant summer vacation, or perhaps they were simply overwhelmed by a longing to return home.

At the pinnacle of the highest tower, Sun Wuben floated in mid-air, his eyes shining brightly as he gazed ahead. On this planet, Sun Wuben could likewise observe the Dao patterns; although their manifestation duration and persistence fell short of those on Planet Opo, they were still more than sufficient for his comprehension.

If Trunks could discern which one was the true body, he would be entirely capable of blocking the attack.

"I assume so, but at my level, detailed information is simply beyond reach," said Song Yitai.

What a joke! That cousin of his had never received systematic martial arts training and was merely an ordinary teenager with a combat power of less than 5, yet Sun Wuben had only taken him on as a disciple a few days ago?

During the subsequent cultivation, Tessa's true body practiced according to her own ideas, while her avatar followed Krillin. As a result, merely a day later, a vast gap emerged, and the direct sensation was that her true body had fallen far behind her avatar.

A long, clear bird song rang out, and two crimson afterimages suddenly shot forth from the Taoist temple. Vaguely, the crowd could barely distinguish the forms of two birds.

Every country has its poor, and no matter how developed a city is, poverty belts exist. The causes of poverty are numerous; some stem from overpopulation, while others arise from geographical environments...

"After a while, perhaps I should take some time to refine the chains of the Heart-Piercing Lock!" Xuanwei suddenly thought of the Heart-Piercing Lock resting against his chest.

Everyone, including the masters and supreme leaders of the major sects, knew precisely what awaited Lu Chen and his companions.

He was currently writing the opening section of his tomb-robbing novel—the part devoid of specialized tomb-robbing knowledge—detailing how Riley, under his mentor's introduction, met his mentor's friend, a renowned archaeologist, and subsequently encountered Ronishi for the first time at the archaeologist's home.

Lin Xiaomo rubbed her forehead, speaking in a low, exhausted tone. She was completely drained of energy, utterly exasperated by this man.

Chu Chenxu took Gu Yan and left directly, then glanced sideways at Chen Ming. Catching the hint, Chen Ming turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

Rui Xiao pulled up a chair and sat opposite Lin Xiaomo. Business was business, and personal matters were personal; he was always relentlessly strict when it came to work.

The Prince of Beihai, Yuan Xiang, had originally come with a scrutinizing intent. He had always deeply respected his elder brother and admired Xie Ju's poise and intellect, believing that the Liang State was blessed with exceptional people, and that even if he were to win, he would have to pay a heavy price.

Mrs. Meng watched on, knowing that Princess Xinyang would never let the matter rest until she had vented her frustration. Taking a deep breath with a darkened gaze, she stepped forward toward Lu Ying.

Mo Yitian's phone continued to flash relentlessly. Hearing Lin Xiaomo's anxious tone, a sudden surge of anger flared within him. He intended to place the phone on the nearby table and walk away to find some peace and quiet—he knew he must not lose his temper with her at a time like this.

"It is not merely a rumor; the ancient battlefield truly exists, and it is located right within the Middle Realm. It's just that far too few people know how to get there," Hou remarked.

Liu Chengxu was the adopted legitimate son of Elder Liu. Elder Liu had two wives; the first wife passed away early, and the second wife bore no children. Refusing to take a concubine, Elder Liu let the matter drag on until the members of the clan, unable to stand it any longer, persuaded him repeatedly. Left with no choice, Elder Liu adopted Liu Chengxu from his younger brother's household to carry on the family lineage and ensure the prosperity of the Liu family.

The two women smiled at each other. At that moment, it was not merely Lin Xiaomo comforting Mo Shishi; only souls of a similar frequency could attract one another and become the best of friends.

As they spoke, her gaze fell upon the alluring figure nearby. Almost instantly, her eyes lit up, and with a flash, she appeared right beside Yao Rao.

Catching sight of the chubby fellow who had been keeping a close eye on their table and had staked his entire fortune on Xue Susu winning the match, Young Master Zhu inwardly praised him as a ruthless character. Understanding nothing of chess himself, the fat man had simply read the expressions of others and placed a heavy wager—the kind of person who thrived at the slightest hint of opportunity.

Crossing a trial of the heart was a test of willpower, entirely unrelated to cultivation. To say nothing of him being merely an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even among those who had surpassed the Divine Separation stage, how many cultivators in this world could successfully overcome such a tribulation?

The six cannons had varying barrel elevations, rising slowly from left to right in a staggered sequence. Li Chunfeng knew this was done to achieve different firing ranges through angular adjustments.

"You... what kind of nonsense is this? Stop joking around... Who has ever heard of such an outrageous title?" Minghe Jun felt even more irritated and immediately raised an objection. She felt that these two terms did not sound like descriptions of the Master of Destiny, but rather seemed to allude to her physiological state prior to achieving divinity.

The other three nodded in unison, clearly placing deep faith in the strange phenomena manifested in the Demon Well and the Demon Mirror. Warnings of heavenly portents and premonitions by Tianyin—Nie Wuxian did not disbelieve these Daoist arts; it was simply that catching a clear glimpse of the future through such means was exceedingly difficult.