Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Suizhou Prefectural Mansion

Having figured this out, Chu Shijia regained his vigor and began conducting blood compatibility experiments involving Yanniunu and Chu Mu as well.

She was indeed completely fine, but upon seeing that face, a sense of trance still washed over her.

I kept my body motionless and waited with a fluttering heart, terrified above all that Yin Liudao might suddenly charge over.

Dai Meng gave a soft chuckle, instantly transforming into a wisp of cyan smoke that merged into Mai Yi's chest and vanished entirely.

Seeing Song Ruoyi's condition deteriorating day by day, Fei Yinan insisted that he must take her abroad for surgical treatment no matter what.

When Murong Sichen led his troops to their military camp, he did not find their general there. Instead, he grabbed one of the soldiers and interrogated him about the situation.

Meanwhile, over on Fei Luoze's side, everything was proceeding normally. Once Yang Jiaojiao was discharged from the hospital, Fei Luoze directly arranged a position for her within the company. Having been through a series of events, Yang Jiaojiao was no longer as flamboyant as before, and she intended to work down-to-earth and steadily at the job Fei Luoze had provided.

Forensic Doctor Zhou ignored the words of the Old Immortal Huang, directly slipped the string of prayer beads off his wrist, and handed them back to him.

"Let's check the surveillance cameras. We can thoroughly review all footage of Qingruo leaving the house, see where her figure appears, and find out exactly when she disappeared." Wei Linnan suddenly came up with this idea and looked at Chu Mu, hoping to get his support.

Shen Huixian looked at his expression and felt a twinge of anxiety, wondering if this person would go to any lengths to drag him down with him.

The night passed peacefully. The awaiting enemies made no moves, and no suspicious individuals lingered around the villa. The tense hearts of Tong Xiao, Li Yue, and the others relaxed just a little.

"Brother Huan..." Shan Pao had noticed Ye Xuxuan long ago, but had not dared to disturb him until now, when he finally had no choice but to come over.

Someone proposed a method: "Burn it with fire." But the next instant, he rejected the thought himself, having caught sight of the wisps of black smoke rising from Lord Liu's fist. Either the man had already tried burning it with fire, or he had been burned by it himself—either way, neither approach would work.

"Then let's go." Tang Night cherished his time dearly. Since a decision had been made and no one else had pressing matters, they immediately set into motion.

After all, Li Zhiyuan had snatched the Blood Immortal Ancestor's divine bow and obtained his legacy. As disciples of the Blood Immortal Ancestor, how could they possibly accept this in their hearts?

Yet Li Chun'er had already issued a strict, unyielding order: regardless of whether that child was dead or alive, the truth must be investigated, even if it yielded only a single piece of news.

Michelle muttered incessantly under her breath, constantly trying to remind herself to stay somewhat sober.

"It's nothing much," Wang Ning grinned. "I'll have Mulong brew a bowl of chicken soup for you..." With that, he stood up and walked outside. Murong muttered a few complaints in the courtyard, but Wang Ning still found an excuse to slip out of the house.

The subtext was that Prince Tong had no time to deal with you, and there was no need for you to visit out of gratitude for any so-called lifesaving grace.

"No, no, I'm not such a stingy person. I must help you with something," Meng Li insisted stubbornly.

When he received the message that Zhao Zhenzhong agreed to meet with him, Yan Xishan was secretly wiping away cold sweat in his office. If not for the timely intelligence provided by the Northwest, and the fact that Fu Zuoyi had received the alert, made preparations, and timely reinforced Zhangjiakou, the situation in Chahar would likely have taken a sharp turn for the worse by now, and even the Nankou front would have been hanging by a thread.

Along this rugged mountain path, everyone noticed that the surrounding gravity seemed increasingly bizarre. The scenery behind them began to tilt, and the distant, massive waterfalls and thick mists constantly shifted, making it painfully clear that they were standing upon a strange and alien land.

Hearing that it would last for half a year, Ye Lei made a rough calculation himself. Under the premise of maintaining his training intensity, it would indeed last for half a year.

They simply could not fathom what position they would be relegated to once Chu Xiaoyun became the Lord of the Array Realm.

The Qin Emperor waved his hand, and in an instant, wind and clouds gathered while lightning flashed. Bolts of lightning continually descended from the sky, fiercely striking the divine armor.

"He later attained the status of an eighth-level mecha master, and his immense prestige was revered throughout the entire city-state mecha community. Absolutely no one dared to bring up his origins to disparage him," Liu Changqing said with resounding conviction.

The meaning of the name implied slashing and tearing. It was a demonic sword that had to taste blood the moment it was unsheathed; while it bestowed immense glory upon its wielder, it also inevitably dragged them toward destruction.

This Book of Life and Death was filled everywhere with various realms of life and death, as well as samsara spaces, where numerous bloodlines were brewing. The outer peripheries contained ordinary bloodline spaces nurturing common bloodlines, but the deeper one ventured, the more powerful the bloodlines became, eventually even giving birth to divine-level bloodline spaces.

Gunshots rang out continuously. The ten men led by the young man looked contemptuously at Lei Shan and his companions who were wasting ammunition there, and spat onto the ground.

Luo Hong dissected a strange fish and discovered that it indeed contained a water-type moon-grade demonic spirit core. It seemed these bizarre creatures should be classified as demonic spirit beasts, yet they were entirely absent from the manual of demonic spirit beasts.

Having finished speaking, Hao Linchuan ignored Lin Yubai, patted the longsword strapped to his back, and with a crisp "clang," the sword leaped out of its scabbard. It flashed across the air, transformed into a gigantic longsword, and flew beneath his feet.

"How many temporal imprints are there in the sky in total?" asked Long Wu of the dragon clan. With his supreme cultivation, he had long desired to do battle with Lin Yu. Following today's transformation, Lin Yu had grown even stronger, yet Long Wu felt no fear—he possessed a fearless heart.

Instantly, the black tripod transitioned from illusory to solid, emitting a dark radiance. A towering black flame, nearly ten zhang high, surged upward, transforming in mid-air into a gigantic palm of Buddha.

Long Chenguang slowly closed his eyes. With a single crisp click—the gun did not fire, but instead, a string of mocking, clear laughter rang out. He was not afraid of death, but such psychological torture was agonizing.

Every chairperson served a fifty-year term, and Duan Hong had been the chairperson from the federal year 300 to 350. This year was 353, meaning he had only stepped down three years ago. Therefore, the Duan family still wielded immense influence on Sacred Island, and Sacred Island alone was enough to dictate the trajectory of the entire world.

"Men always speak of the Yangtze River's magnificence, but unless one comes to experience it personally, how can one truly understand what the word 'magnificence' entails?" The youth in white gazed into the distance across the river, sighing with emotion.