Volume 1, Chapter 48: So It Was Her

Ever since the live-streaming incident in Hong Kong, she had harbored a deep resentment whenever she recalled how An Mu had schemed against her. Seeing An Mu now only reignited her fury, her eyes turning red with the urge to rush forward and beat her just to vent her anger.

Beihan observed Ranran's reaction from the shadows, only to discover with disappointment that Ranran simply did not care whether he appeared or not, not even sparing his location a single glance. The feeling of being ignored was far from pleasant, and Beihan secretly resolved that he must win Ranran's heart and make her fall in love with him.

Qi Xin was a down-to-earth person, and he also appreciated down-to-earth people. Because he could say with a good deal of self-admiration that the quality he possessed was an excellent one. To do everything earnestly and with both feet firmly on the ground—as long as such a person was not extraordinarily unlucky, they ought to be able to get by just fine in life.

However, An Mu still cast another glance toward the direction of the elevators. Was it really just her imagination playing tricks on her a moment ago?

Jin Rong did not know why he had come to the hospital. When she was walking down the stairs and caught sight of his astonishingly handsome face, she had clumsily tripped and sprained her ankle.

A single roar scared the man in coarse clothes out of his wits. Driven by some unknown surge of courage, he whirled around and fled in a tumbling, scrambling panic. The burly man chuckled to himself as he watched him bolt, feeling as though he had done a good deed for the day, before he raised his saber with a roar and charged at the saber-wielding guards.

She turned her gaze southward once more, harboring a faint intuition that if the Vermilion Bird territory was nearby, she ought to head south. However, her grasp of geomancy was mediocre at best, and the terrain had been altered by the storm, leaving Zixuan unable to find a precise and correct route entirely on her own.

Unless she personally sought out auctions every time she refined a batch, she could not command higher prices. Yet not every auction accepted longevity-extending pills, nor did every auction fetch a good price; sometimes, with no bidders at all, they might even sell for less than the market rate outside.

After exchanging formal greetings, Zhu Zhanji did not immediately inquire about the purpose of Song Dewei's visit. Instead, he simply fixed his gaze on Song Dewei without uttering a word. Unable to withstand the scrutiny, Song Dewei began to feel a creeping unease, yet with the Emperor remaining silent, he did not dare to speak first.

"That's right, Luo Wanyu and I are only in a fake marriage," Xun Qiandu immediately followed up, boldly shouting out Luo Wanyu's full name.

Looking at the teasing expression on Long Xiao's face, Xuan Junyao flew into a rage. "Your brain is the one that's flooded with water!" Only then did she remember the kitchen knife in her hand, which she brandished twice before hurling it fiercely so that it embedded itself in the sandalwood table, the blade quivering and flashing with a cold light.

If one were to kill a Heaven-Swallowing Whale, depending on its realm of cultivation, submitting its remains to the sect could yield anywhere from three thousand to thirty thousand contribution points.

Grand Ancient Immortal Monarch was this powerful; what should one do upon encountering Ruthless Immortal Monarch? Then there was the Heaven-Destroying Old Demon, rumored to surpass even Ruthless Immortal Monarch, alongside the Dark Demon King, Dharani, and Great Virtue Phurba—every single one of them was only stronger than Ruthless Immortal Monarch. It seemed that until I attain the status of an Immortal Monarch, I still cannot roam the world unchecked.

Rather than turning every single day under the same roof into a source of resentment and becoming the most familiar of strangers, it was better to part ways like this. At least when they met, they would still be polite to one another, rather than consumed by bitterness.

In ancient times, the Dharani Demon King, one of the most powerful Tier 7 demon kings in the realm of gods and demons, departed from that realm to independently establish the Dao of Hell. Using the supreme divine artifact, the "Platform of Reincarnation," he gathered the souls of mortal beings and transformed them into ghost-corpses, turning them into the subjects of the nether kingdom.

"Most men are fickle and heartless, or else they scatter their affections everywhere. Luo Wanyu herself is quite exceptional; if Zhanjun feels that after such a long romance with Ah Miao, their feelings are gradually fading, and consequently turns to accept Luo Wanyu's advances, what will happen to Ah Miao herself?" Thinking of this, Xuan Junyao's heart slowly sank.

"Don't forget, no matter how capable you are, you can't change the fact that I am the head of the Meng family!" Meng Dongling declared. Having been gentle for so long, even when she found herself in an argument, she simply lacked the capacity to be truly fierce, her gentleness dripping like water.

Phew. His breathing grew increasingly heavy. With a powerful swing of his hands, he rolled over, and his left hand instinctively brushed against Susu's chest, squeezing it with a force that made it hard to believe the reality of what felt like an illusion.

The world of the Xuan Sect was indeed selfish and indifferent. Watching with cold detachment, Huang Zheng silently grieved for Gu Xuanzong.

Yet as a Dragon Blood Warrior, every time Zhao Yuan stepped into a new realm, the difficulty he faced in undergoing metamorphosis and advancing was nothing short of monumental.

As for the Ancestral Dragon Soul Fire, it was the energy of the Ancestral Dragon's soul infused within the body of the Azure Dragon. Although thousands of years of depletion had taken their toll, the portion of the Ancestral Dragon Soul Fire that ultimately passed into Zhao Yuan's body was remarkably pure.

Before Zhuoyan's corpse sank to the bottom of the lotus pond, Chuxiu saw her ferocious expression freeze permanently, made all the more terrifying by the silver-gleaming dagger wedged in her throat.

Of the guardians of Allah brought by Deandrella, only four remained. Kaito Iwa was severely wounded, and Kaie was even more so; however, Deandrella himself remained completely unscathed. Had it not been for Kaito Iwa and those guardians of Allah, he likely would have sustained minor injuries in his effort to inflict severe harm upon Kaie.

These scorpions similarly possessed a metallic black texture, their entire bodies armor-plated in steel, while others varied in hue, resembling rusted red scorpions, pitch-black scorpions, and the like.

Qingci believed that this very mysterious temperament possessed a devastating lethality; the longer one spent time with him, the more curious one became to probe and uncover the truth. In that case, surrender was inevitable, provided that the man performed at a level deemed acceptable.

A chill crept into my heart as I thought: No wonder Tang Xiu was so ruthless when she witnessed the God race's PK today; now even I ought to unleash my ruthlessness.

System prompt: You have been attacked by Qingxue of the God race with an Ice Mystery Arrow, and the durability of your Wind Guardian has decreased by 264 points.