Volume 1, Chapter 52: Ye Feng, Forced Melons Are Not Sweet!

Fengniang could not help but cast a sideways glance at Ye Feng. This fellow truly was someone who would climb right up the pole the moment an inch was given, pushing his luck to the extreme.

From the initial sense of unfamiliarity between them, he had now unhesitatingly started calling her "Sister Feng."

To agree felt wrong, and to refuse felt equally wrong.

Fengniang only felt a deep sense of awkwardness, while her body felt as though it had been completely hollowed out, utterly limp and devoid of strength.

Sigh!

With that thought, I rushed straight out of the stairwell, and before the door could close, I kicked it open with a single blow. Caught completely off guard, Zheng Di was struck directly by the door and crashed straight to the ground.

She believed that once the Emperor learned of this, he would certainly protect the members of the Xiao family. Moreover, given the Second Prince's current sphere of influence, he should not yet dare to directly force a palace coup and start a rebellion.

Morning arrived on the continent of Ostia as scheduled, with sunlight illuminating the entire expanse of land. In the Lamas Forest in the western part of the continent, one village after another lay hidden within the verdant depths. They appeared completely isolated from the rest of the world, yet quietly kept a watchful eye upon it all.

However, perhaps this was for the best. Chuxi decided to play along with the ruse and continued to feign death. Since his entire body lacked even an ounce of strength and he truly could not move, he was simply tossed onto the pauper's graveyard by the handymen. After a long while, Chuxi finally managed to stagger to his feet, stubbornly circulating his inner Qi amidst the piles of corpses to slowly repair his shattered body.

Tossed back and forth hundreds of times like a ragdoll, even a clay figurine would have been provoked into a flash of anger! Pain radiated from every single inch of his body. He could no longer clearly see the incoming torrent of black mist; his consciousness grew darker and duller, his vision blurring until everything turned pitch black. The spiritual energy within his body was completely suppressed, leaving him unable to even breathe.

"Is it ready?" Realizing that continuing like this would only mean facing an endless swarm of blood-shadow bugs, Lil looking at Angisi, who was currently gathering her magic, asked.

Well, internet trolls were the same all over the world. Trolling was not something exclusive to Huaguo; in fact, foreign trolls were even more ferocious than domestic ones.

Li Meimei deeply disliked this feeling. Clearly, she was the one who had suffered a loss and been controlled, yet she was powerless to retaliate.

The Violet Ghost had already stepped into the peak realm of the Golden Core stage, merely a step away from the leader of the Salt Gang. However, cross-realm combat was far too difficult; he was not a heaven-defying talent like the Valley Master, and under such heavy encirclement, achieving victory was virtually impossible.

Chen Feng looked at Ye Qingyu, already beginning to imagine the exhilarating sensation of galloping wildly across the plains alongside her.

Upon returning to the courtyard, Li Daniang closed the door behind them and turned to ask Ye Cheng, who was seated at the head of the table.

"We definitely have to help, but there is no need for us to eagerly throw ourselves at them. That would make us look far too passive. Let's wait and see for a couple more days; if he truly reaches his breaking point, we can make our move then," Zhuang Xiangnan said, gently tapping his fingers against the table.

Xu Fang's eyes lit up. This method was simple, time-efficient, and could quickly test whether this yellow wine actually had a market.

Long legs, full hips, a slender waist, short hair, and lightly applied makeup, paired with this capable and efficient outfit, gave her a fierce yet fiercely competent aura.

Yet, he never expected this young man to be so immensely arrogant, treating their entire group not only with utter contempt, but as if they were mere dogs, directly cold-shouldering them and demanding that they get lost.

Her once-calm heart warmed at the thought. Every living creature in nature possessed a degree of wisdom, more or less. Especially turtles; in various ancient mythological tales, the prime minister of the Dragon Palace was always a turtle. There were intricate and profound ties between turtles and dragons as well. In the ocean, they were considered creatures of remarkably high intelligence.

As the cultivators stood there in a daze, the senior disciple of the Kunlun Sect, whose cultivation was the highest among them, slightly furrowed his brows and spoke. Compared to the arrogant and conceited disciples of the Qingxu Sect, the senior disciple of the Kunlun Sect—the head of all righteous cultivation sects—appeared much more refined, though his face was as thick as a city wall.