Volume 1, Chapter 32: Deliberately Provoking Cheng Muyan

The long sword descended in an instant, accompanied by a piercing whistle; white mist evaporated from the blade, giving it an appearance of great lethality.

Guan Shijie was a shareholder and a regular here. He casually ordered several of the chef’s signature dishes.

His sudden shout startled Ephraim; even the mother was frightened, and naturally, the unborn child was affected as well.

This still required a long process—a tiered approval system. Once the procedure was set in motion, it would not be completed in less than half a month.

Qian Yuxi retreated, pulling her legs away from Mo Fan with some trepidation, slowly and tentatively setting them down.

Su Xi had no choice but to leave. She was merely a doctor brought up by Mo Mengchen; though they had a mentor-student relationship, it was not as harmonious as people perceived.

Both competitors had left, and the onlookers in the spectator stands were automatically ejected from the room.

If the dire wolf could understand Mo Fan, it would surely have scorned him before the fight began. Aren’t all attacks by four-legged creatures like this? Did he expect it to stand up and fight him with two paws?

As for Mo Wu’s True Intent of Slaughter, fewer people practiced it. Likewise, among those who cultivated through hunting, there were more who practiced the True Intent of Blood than the True Intent of Slaughter.

With qi circulating through his meridians, Zhou Can seemed to transform into a divine rainbow, darting back and forth across the courtyard. Chairman Zhou watched every step he took with unblinking eyes.

However, continuing to cultivate this way consumed a massive amount of spiritual energy. In just these few months, Ye Yu had consumed nearly a third of Cloud Peak’s stockpile, making all his fellow disciples terrified of him.

He hadn’t expected Leng Litian to refuse so bluntly. Liu Yanyun’s face stiffened, and her expression changed instantly.

Mu Mu threw a punch and was knocked back, threw another, and was knocked back again. Mu Mu was in pain, so she did not continue to attack.

It looked decent enough, but it didn't matter anymore; whatever it turned out to be, it seemed it would be of no help.

Lü Shengnan’s mind went blank, and she completely forgot how to react. Yue Longtian had died just like that, and he had died because of her. If she hadn’t insisted on him acting as an undercover agent beside Xiao Guoxiong, perhaps he wouldn’t have ended up this way.

"Buy something? What kind of thing? Doesn't the hotel have it?" Dongfang Yi frowned, asking in confusion.

Hearing Dongfang Yi’s response, Dongfang Han’s mouth twitched. He hadn’t expected his second sister-in-law to be so popular. He gave a dry laugh, and in order not to add to his second brother’s troubles, Dongfang Han spoke a few hasty words before hanging up the phone.

With a violent roar, a flash of cold light appeared in Lu Qingyu’s palm, and a phantom blade silently slashed toward Wu Mei’s neck.

No one said it was wrong for Yahiko to skip class anymore; instead, they argued that if he could achieve such results even while skipping class, then what was wrong with skipping class?

At a speed visible to the naked eye, it became difficult for Tien Shinhan and the others to see, and in the end, even Son Goku and Piccolo could only feel a shadow.

Night fell upon the sky, and the stars dotted the firmament, flickering in and out of sight. The chirping of insects and the distant, boisterous laughter seemed to play like the alternating movements of a nocturnal moonlight sonata, drawing one slowly into a tide of memories.

These remarks were empty words that had to be said—things that were unavoidable. If Gao Xian truly wanted to stay out of it, why would Peter Wei have bothered to run over and report to him?

The three sisters exchanged glances and nodded silently. Even at this moment, Duanmu Yunxin had not lost faith in their husband; no matter how the situation changed, the Duanmu family was determined to stand or fall with Qin Yi.

Tang Fei said this to Yang Jun and walked toward Chen Guihong’s office. He tapped lightly on the door, and Chen Guihong’s voice came from within.

Qin Fen contemplated the [Arhat] repeatedly, back and forth, countless times. Only when the image of the [Arhat] appeared in his mind at a single thought did he feel at ease and begin to contemplate the [Demon].

In his excitement, Zhuang Hongshen even changed his form of address for Lin Dao from "Young Master" to "Head of the House."

Shipgirl Yuchan said that the higher the recovery rate of the starship itself, the more extravagant the resources required. She estimated that it would take Qin Feng several more months of effort to make up for this gap.

Therefore, Brother Smith did not wait for Qin Fen to land before rushing to his side. He then grabbed Qin Fen and moved to bite his neck.

At this very moment, a series of earth-shaking thuds came from the distance. With the cultivation levels of Qinglong and Baihu, they had naturally heard it long ago.

Zhou Xinian used various excuses to delay the convening of the Dairy Farm board; Gao Xian, on the other hand, was certainly not foolish enough to sit around and wait.

Wucan spread his hands in an inviting gesture; as for resurrecting the dead, Wucan naturally lacked the ability to do so.

Du Zhiqing’s gaze shifted slightly, a contemplative look flickering in her eyes. Although he was truly detestable at times, he had, after all, put his heart into things for her. Suddenly, a trace of warmth bloomed in the depths of her heart.

"I... when I rushed back, Shaoqing threw Zhuohua over. I don't know what happened before that." Luo Yang’s eyes were red, and her tone was thick with tears.

Unwilling to be outdone, Obito tried to force an explanation, only to suddenly realize he really couldn't compare to Wucan—the blow of being outclassed by an academic genius.

Feng Qingge’s eyes also widened... At this moment, the Azure Luan was lying on the ground, its body twisting wildly.

The stall owner looked at Wu Xiaoyu with curiosity. The owner didn't know Wu Xiaoyu’s family background, only thinking that "going abroad" sounded like a very impressive thing, and thus couldn't understand why Wu Xiaoyu had returned so suddenly.

Cheng Yiyi’s body had not fully recovered, so she could only consume liquid food for the time being. While eating the sweet lean meat and scallop porridge, she asked them if Instructor Wan had any subsequent training plans.

She was only a step away from finding the method to crack that damnable restriction and obtaining the thing she dreamed of.

After the fat man went to the accounting office to collect the banknotes, he immediately took Kong Xiang and left the Prince’s Mansion, galloping without pause toward Human Demon Town.

There seemed to be ripples of water in Wang Xian’s eyes, possessing an indescribable charm. She bit her lip slightly and turned her head away, as if too shy to look at Chunyu Duan.

However, he had indeed gone too far in this matter; to be so unscrupulous left him deeply disappointed.

"Our most famous dish here is steamed tiger bone, but... if I may be so bold as to ask, you all seem to be with those two young gentlemen over there, right?" The proprietress sized up Ye Yuxi, her bright eyes flashing with shrewdness.

In a duel between true powerhouses, there was no need for blades to clash or lightning and thunder to roar; it was a pure contest of internal energy. Between the two, a sphere of light hovered, half black and half pale blue, neither yielding to the other.