Volume One, Chapter 50: There Are No Such Foolish People in This World

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When they saw the horse unique to the Zhi family, their disheartened mood, like a recently extinguished bonfire, once again emitted the warm breath of hope.

“Do you know anything? Do you know that although Emperor Minghuang has two-thirds of the military power under his command, he can only actually deploy one-third? Do you know why your father is a subject, the emperor is the ruler, yet the emperor cannot dispose of him? I think you know nothing!” Duke Xuan glared angrily.

Nangong Changfeng looked up at the enormous white ape hand that blotted out the sky. The sword energy he had just slashed out barely weakened the pure white Dao force gathered in the opponent’s palm and did nothing to slow the downward strike of the Snowfall Ape’s palm.

The disciples all showed the same reaction. Even Nangong Changfeng felt the name "Zimu Nan" was strange, as if it was not a name given by an ordinary family.

These were carefully preserved using special methods when the dough was at its freshest, only to be solemnly presented at the dining table when a distinguished guest recognized its value, revealing a culinary delicacy before everyone.

Principal Fang disliked the flattery from this director and snorted quietly, remaining silent afterward as he calmly observed the restless scene.

One by one, jade bottles were placed before Bai Chengfeng. Chen Xi spoke with a tone of guilt: “Brother Bai, here are the ‘Demon-Dispelling Pills’ I refined. Please keep them safely. I had no choice but to deceive you; I hope you won’t blame me.”

At that moment, outside Tianyuan Mountain, an old man with a head full of gray hair suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with blood-red fury. The killing intent surged to overwhelming heights, and faintly, the white mist around him seemed to ripple.

Tian Nanyu smiled faintly but did not respond to Mu Yuxin, knowing Mu Yuxin would continue speaking on her own.

The afternoon was reserved for the two-person scene between him and He Hongshan. Before that, preparation was necessary—both mental and material.

The Purple Bamboo Forest was like a celestial paradise on earth, not only enhancing the strength of various races but also uplifting their spirits.

The man deliberately lowered his voice, answering in a harsh, hoarse tone: “I don’t know any leader. You needn’t inquire further. Change into this outfit and come with me!” As he spoke, he threw a prison guard’s uniform to Yan Huor, who without hesitation hastily put it on.

This Luo Fei was the most outstanding young disciple of the Holy Fire Sect, having reached the third level of the Great True Immortal realm at a young age.

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In principle, he trusted Xiao Yang, but official matters had to be handled properly, and such factors needed to be considered.

“I’m not joking; I’m serious!” Sissi immediately added after Black Peach spoke.

Taking advantage of William’s momentary inattention, his opponent, unwilling to remain on the back foot, launched a sudden counterattack. Exhausted and out of breath, William lost ground, allowing his opponent to gain the upper hand. But then he regained his strength, flipped over, and seized control once again.

Behind the fortifications stood Norman longbowmen and crossbowmen arranged in loose formation. Relying on the mounted defenses, they could freely unleash firepower forward without fearing cavalry charges. At least the front defenses gave them enough time to retreat safely, ensuring their survival.

Though the words were unclear, the message to Liu Lang was that the family swordsmanship he inherited was indeed learned in a bandit den, as Liu Lang had said. Bandits? That was real combat, wasn’t it?

Yi Junfan and the others were also very cautious, but they all knew this mission was harder than scaling the heavens.

Long’s third young master’s “friends” harbored similar thoughts. They quickly dragged the fallen Long behind a rockery, then drew pistols, chambered rounds, switched off safeties, and aimed at the low wall behind which the enemy hid, firing rapidly.

The sound of wild sword clashes rang out. Both warriors roared simultaneously, releasing bursts of orange-yellow aura. Dongfang Zhijian slashed diagonally across the ground, sword sparks dancing wildly like a wandering serpent.

“Cousin” — even if Li Weiran gave ten volumes of the thirty-nine meridian green-grade martial arts manual, Guan Yue would never call him that. Yet, in today’s circumstances, Guan Yue uttered the word reflexively.

What is a candidate? Li Xiang once thought his current body was his true form, that when killing enemies he couldn’t see their damage values, thinking he was independent. Now it seemed he was still somewhat different from them.

“Why aren’t you wearing clothes at home? It’s not summer!” Ouyang Bingbing said angrily.

“Alright,” upon hearing Meng Ji agree to hand over the precious Tree of the Gods, the Death God showed a cruel smile and nodded.

The Potala Palace means the Second Mount Putuo, symbolizing the second Buddhist sanctuary. You put up the sign of the Potala Palace, making the Great Leiyin Temple seem even grander.

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“Art is a form of expression; this is merely a test, assessing how you express yourselves,” Professor Zhu said calmly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere on site turned somewhat eerie. Many were eager to watch a good show. Eighty percent hoped to see Shaobaitou kill these two right then and there.

“It shouldn’t be; I fear he’s still a player,” the Wind Whisperer’s usually calm face showed surprise, and a hint of envy and jealousy glimmered in his eyes.

Having tasted success, Gu Chang’an smiled faintly, causing the person in charge beside him to feel a chill.

Just now, she told Gu Yuan that Gu Ting wanted to take her out to eat, simply to show how important she was to Gu Ting.

“You’ve eaten it all; there’s none left,” Su Zi said, opening the incense burner to reveal empty racks.

Jiang Leyi repeatedly assured that Su Xia would not be harmed and that her innocence would be restored. Just as Jiang Wanhao hung up the phone and was about to make something to eat, her phone rang again. The caller ID showed her uncle, and she immediately recalled that a few days ago she had asked him to investigate Su Ying.

The next day, news of the Gu family’s eldest daughter jumping off a building made headlines across various media outlets. Qiao Jingwei, who habitually read the news early, was shocked upon seeing the report.

After the broadcast ended, the livestream’s comment section immediately initiated a poll: “Do you think these two clients will close the deal?”