Volume One, Chapter 21: Buying Him a Gift

Sensing the vitality of Taiqing, the flat peach tree instantly extended its branches, binding him and devouring his lifespan and cultivation.

The male demon who intended to capture Tang Zeng as dinner for Hua Shiqi had barely approached him before Tang Zeng cleaved off half of his head with a single strike of his blade.

"Brother Jiang, you jest. I only hope to protect my master and the others so they return safely to Mount Emei. As long as they are safe and sound, my heart is content." After finishing his sentence, Lian Yuncheng took a long draught of wine and offered the flask to Old Du. When Old Du declined, Jiang Baiyou took it instead.

Mountain Eagle had his own motives for saying this; on one hand, it was to reassure Lu Chengcheng, and on the other, it was a subtle reminder that the Freshman Martial Arts Tournament was what he should truly be focusing on.

I fear that the so-called monster inside has undergone a series of mutations after consuming the flesh and blood of those people, leading to this state of affairs. Thinking this, Liu Changsheng hurriedly chanted a spell and unleashed a talisman.

He is a good friend with many connections in the underworld. Like you, I am a nobody, so I have endured in silence, maintaining my association with Xiao Ke for many years.

"Where do you think you're going!" The Yaksha had not traveled far when several waves of black water surged up to block its path, stirred by a group of shrimp monsters.

In the distance, Gu Yi dissipated the chaotic energy surrounding her. On this planet, only one world now remained.

"Not at all, not at all. We are not celebrating; the master of the Moyun Cave on Mount Jilei has passed away, and we are on our way to pay our respects with gifts," said the large bat.

"If you can pull it, why can't I?" Wang Hao laughed. He picked up the bow and pulled it to full draw with ease.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingtao could not help but break into a cold sweat for Yang Xing. Fortunately, the lad was lucky; having fumbled for over a decade without suffering a cultivation deviation, his fortune was truly off the charts.

Fu Feng placed the body into a coffin, plucked two scales from its back, pressed them into her husband's hand, and hid it in a cold spring cave on Mount Jie. Unable to find him after searching the South Sea for over ten days, she returned to the cold spring, cradled her husband's body, and decided that since nothing could be done to save him, she would trade her own siren pearl to grant him fifty more years of life.

The catwalk had been built a month prior. To ensure this fashion show would be the most magnificent and visually stunning event in the history of the Royal Etiquette Academy, Li Yuntong had specially constructed a large stage on the academy's main athletic field.

Feeling bored, Zhao Jing drank a few extra cups. Feeling dizzy, he watched Sister Yan and his parents return and pass by him, but he did not acknowledge them.

Annoyed by her tugging, she pushed Changning's hand away and struck her face with a heavy fist, knocking a mouthful of blood—along with two pearly white molars—from her mouth. Changning collapsed to the ground, weeping in pain.

Xia Xunran wiped the smile from her face, her eyes turning sharp. After spending so much time by Chi Qianmo's side, she had acquired a few tricks of her own.

Wu Qingtao found it amusing; it truly was good to be handsome. No wonder that certain demon lived such a comfortable life.

Zhao Jing glanced at the fallen Yunting, then remembered they had come to see the old master. Ignoring the stunned expressions of Tie Yingxiong and Yunting, he walked toward them.

In an instant, Wu Qingtao became like a black hole, violently dragging endless spiritual energy into his body. Ignited by the Crimson Lotus of Fire, it transformed into deep red lotus flames, which he then used to fuel the Blazing Sun Lava Palm, striking out at the Fire Bull King.

Hearing this, Xia Zhiching shook her head gently and replied, "I don't need anyone to tell me. It is what I felt. During the time we were divorced, you bore double the pain and torment for me."

"Shen Fan, I like you!" Feeling the gazes of those around her, Liu Wei'er's heart hammered. However, she knew this was a golden opportunity; if she missed it, she would regret it forever. She looked up, fixed Shen Fan with a resolute stare, and spoke aloud.

Ruan Mianmian sighed, frowned as she looked toward a certain direction in the forest, grabbed Chai Laojiu, and leaped directly onto the treetops.

Perhaps everyone would see this as an opportunity, but only she knew that the Empress did not want this child at all.

In the Dragon Tiger Sect, the sect leader is the supreme authority, usually remaining aloof from daily affairs and intervening only for critical matters. Furthermore, the movements of the sect leader are impossible to trace; few in the underworld even know who currently holds the position.

The reason it took an entire week was because they requested tickets that did not require identity card checks. The boss actually bought them a series of short-distance tickets, having them transfer all the way, and indeed, their identity cards were never checked once.

Whether or not the Lin family fell into ruin was of no concern to her. She would not waste time on irrelevant people or matters, nor would she let them affect her current good mood.

I hurriedly looked up. The room was not very high, and at a glance, I saw a red string coiled around the ceiling beam, with a yellow talisman inside the loop. Ximen Wuju and Wen Houzhao followed my gaze upward and immediately frowned. Ximen Wuju leaped up, tore the red string from the beam, and snatched the talisman down.

Passing the first security booth, the experienced Da Zui Rong pulled a coin from his pocket and tossed it out to lure the guard out, while Xiao Ying, listening for the sound and identifying the shadow, knocked the fellow unconscious.

Just as Lu Mingxuan said, if Lu Mingfu could see the anomaly in the day's events, others could too, and Old Madam Lu was one of them.

After all, the cost of cultivating a head of the family is enormous. I fear that the moment news of his escape reaches the main household, the faces of those old men back home will turn green.

Yet, there was no sign of the "plumpness" she spoke of; what Baiyou Liuxi saw was that she had grown thinner than ever.

Under Jun Lintian's questioning, Suhe did not say it was difficult; she only asked Jun Lintian to accompany her to a place, and he would understand.

The flash of annoyance on her face did not escape Murong Feiming's eyes. He seemed to understand what she was thinking, but martial arts cannot be rushed. He did not know what to say; he had a solution, but it was not something he could just bring out at will.