Volume 1, Chapter 24: Do You Really Take Me for a Master?

Shen Feng felt it was about enough; continuing to mess around would be going too far. After all, a "model youth" like him, so low-key and so considerate of others, would never push someone into a corner.

Furthermore, because Lin Chen deliberately kept her low-profile, Lin Xiao often seemed to have no news value beyond the label of being Lin Chen's sister.

In the new era, film production has branched out into new areas. Beyond traditional films with formalized procedures, there is also a new category of low-cost web films.

"I'd be a fool to believe you!" Su Yao rolled her eyes toward the heavens and swaggered out of the room.

The relatives of the condemned wailed and cried, while the onlookers clapped and cheered, rejoicing that the local tyrant had been eradicated. The sound of applause drowned out the weeping, and the execution ground was filled with noise.

"You are with child and working yourself to the bone day and night; how can this be right?" Nanny Pan’s joy turned to worry, her face etched with concern.

Most of the students cheered. The reason for their excitement was largely that this was the last period of the afternoon, and since it was Friday, they finally had the weekend to rest before preparing for the college entrance exams.

Although she did not explicitly state how the person had perished, Xiao Wanci still felt a chill run through her, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body.

As Feliette watched the soldiers transporting the cannons, the artillery commander, breathing heavily, came to his side and spoke.

"Then let’s call him A-Teng from now on." Qin Hong brought a cup of warm water to feed his wife. For their children, the infant nickname was even more important than the formal name.

Ji Ruochen suddenly smiled, and his murderous aura vanished without a trace. Such a stark contrast caused most of Daoming's overflowing momentum to hit empty air; he felt a surge in his chest, and his true essence nearly ignited.

Ji Ruochen recognized these as the ghostly soldiers of the netherworld, formless and bodiless. Ordinary blades could not harm them; they could only be refined through Daoist arts and immortal methods. He raised his peach-wood staff, checked that two tattered talismans remained on it, and felt slightly reassured. He made a gesture, intending to retreat with Qingyi and Zhang Yinyin.

Ignoring Ichigo’s colorful, chameleon-like shifting expressions, Ai waved her hand, broke free from Ichigo’s support, and reached out to take hold of Unohana Retsu, who had donned her gigai at some point. Under the complex gazes of the crowd, the two walked off into the distance.

Ji Ruochen was stunned and could only bid her a silent farewell. When he reached the courtyard gate, he stopped, wanting to speak but hesitating. Gu Qing was in no rush, simply standing with his hands behind his back.

Upon seeing the triangular military bayonet, Xiahou Yuan knew who had arrived. He had originally thought that with his extraordinary martial arts, he could kill the three of them single-handedly, but he had not expected this turn of events.

After Xue Jing announced the price, the people below—under the sweeping gaze of Luo Yu—basically remained silent. This was not surprising; how could some itinerant cultivators have so many spirit stones? Even if they did, carrying such a massive amount of seven thousand spirit stones, they would likely be robbed before they had gone far.

"You ask me about the mess you made yourself? If you didn't know, why did you run when you saw me yesterday? It was clearly because you were guilty and didn't dare to face me. Don't try to argue." How unreasonable! Did he truly think she was in the wrong? Why, in his version of events, did it sound as if she were the one being overbearing and irrational?

Since even Old Ghost Xu sensed something unusual, it seemed his own worries were not unfounded.

The Song army was no match for the Liao army, and Huang Jing also knew that the Liao had recently been defeated by the Jin dynasty repeatedly. Being in Liaodong at the time, he was terrified of the Jin army's might. Intimidated by Yang Yingqi's words, he lowered his head, trembling and unable to respond.

In an instant, Ji Ruochen grasped the differences between the myriad star powers. With this, he understood the way of "entering the infinitesimal." Whether it was dan-force, true essence, or nether-flame, he could now manipulate them as he wished. When he wanted to change them, he could create hundreds of different forces.

Since arriving in this time and space, this was the first time she had traveled so far from home.

"My presence here is of no help, so I shall return first," Xiao Liyan said before rising and leaving.

Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed again and said, "It’s useless; he is just a selfish, self-centered person."

Seeing the tragedy about to unfold, the crowd felt powerless to stop it. The Crown Princess fainted on the spot, and the Crown Prince closed his eyes, not daring to look. He was consumed by overwhelming grief, having never hated his own incompetence as much as he did at this moment.

The duty of the Earth God is to oversee both the human and demon realms and report any suspicious activities to the masters of the Heavenly Palace.

In Da Fu's impression, Yun Fan was indeed not one to meddle in others' business. However, regardless of the reason, since Yun Fan chose to agree, he must have had his reasons. That was why Da Fu had not tried to stop him earlier, offering only a brief reminder.

She rested her elbows on the stone table, propping her chin with both hands, her gaze fixed precisely on a certain person's door.

Just as Ruoyou lifted her foot to leave, a familiar voice drifted from behind. Hearing it, Ruoyou could immediately identify the person.

At first, Ruoyou’s attention was not very focused, but gradually, as Ye Fei’s movements deepened, her mind became entirely concentrated, clearly memorizing every move she was being guided through.

"Yes." Qingping, with limbs weak and numb, crawled over to wipe the blood from her mistress’s eyes.

"Do you know who killed them?" Faced with the implicit flattery of the five Earth Bears, Qing Cang remained unmoved, his heart like a pool of stagnant water, devoid of ripples.