Volume One, Chapter 70: Nanshan Cemetery

Bright eyes and gleaming teeth, lips rosy against her white teeth, her striking beauty carried an air of cool detachment. That aggressively alluring appearance gave her both the right and the means to wield her beauty as a weapon—no wonder the most notorious villain in the capital would be drawn to her at first glance.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Wen Xuyu. I hope you’ll take care of me from now on!”

A bloody wind surged forth, but Lin Shuo showed no fear; the inner force within him burst forth, and the Xuanlong Sword swung out with deadly power.

This was the southern borderland, and for many, the territory’s former lord was the key to understanding the region.

The man wore all white, striking and upright, a faint smile lingering on his lips. His entire being radiated boundless charm and self-assurance.

In the upper right corner, black placed a sharp 3-3, white responded with a two-space extension above. After this exchange, black cut on the sixth line at the lower right—this was the only move! It was a follow-up connected to the earlier pressing move; anything else would have rendered that press a loss instead.

The first lesson for these new recruits was how to set up camp. Naturally, the first attempt was utter chaos.

“How could I forget? I’ll call them right away and have them come over before Saturday. I’ll ask them to bring some friends to back you up—how about that?” said Chen Kangshou.

Human technology had only developed for about two centuries by the twenty-first century. If one could push the advancement of human science and technology ahead by eight hundred years—bringing the level from the twenty-first straight to the twenty-ninth century—then nothing would be out of the realm of possibility.

But she only carried a couple of silver fragments with her. She immediately took them out and put them on the table, speaking to Qin Miao. She had only brought this little bit today, so she’d donate it for now; there were another twenty taels in her chest, which she would bring along later.

Bishop Becky softly recited words from the dark tomes at her side—for this place, perhaps forbidden to most believers for a lifetime, was not unfamiliar to her.

This made Chen Yifan frown slightly; at that moment, he stepped aside, unwilling to be Liao Yan’s shield any longer.

Hearing Qu Shang’s instructions, Zhang Qingfeng nodded repeatedly. Sure enough, before long, there was a knock at the door.

This Spirit Suppression Talisman was not crafted by Xie Jianguo himself. He had exchanged for it from the Special Affairs Office, precisely to make up for his lack of suppressive methods.

As for Zhang Qingfeng, nothing more needed to be said—he had been slacking off the entire time, and in the end, was only scooped up by Chu Wanning, who wrapped an arm around his waist and tossed him behind the Musk Deity.

Even a martial master might not be able to master a high-level earth-rank martial technique; for Lin Fan to comprehend two forms was already a rare feat.

At least in the late emperor’s eyes, Lu Yancheng was more trustworthy than his own son, Ye Qinghuai.

Stir-fried green beans with shredded meat, braised beef brisket with potatoes, roast chicken leg, garlic sautéed water spinach, and a side of egg drop soup.

Chen Ruzhi had originally wanted to scold him for meddling, but as soon as his gaze fell on Leng Xuanyue, a new thought struck him.

If her destiny in this life was to be magnificent, why burden her with the fears and sufferings of her past life?

People fall ill, their bodies ache—a relentless series of torments that make one wish for nothing more than death against a wall. Yet Lin Wanwan thought, Grandpa Zhuo would never let Lin Xi die so easily.

“I am the legal wife and have borne him a son. Do you see any of those shameless women daring to disrespect me?” At this, Zhu Yu couldn’t help showing a trace of pride.

The fire ape of the Mystic Rank glared at them, its eyes blazing, watching their every move like a predator.

With his abilities, he immediately sensed that someone was inside the villa, and beyond that, the perimeter was faintly surrounded.

As she was lost in thought, the light before her eyes suddenly dimmed, and a great shadow fell. Raising her head, she found herself looking upon Gu Zheng.

As he assumed a cross-legged sitting posture, breathing steadily from his abdomen, he tried to focus his mind, but his thoughts remained restless and unfocused.