Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Work of Someone Close

Poisoned? Wang Mei did not react at first. She stood there, dazed for a moment. Suddenly, she sprang up, her voice sharpening as she cried out, "What did you say?"

"Poisoned? How could I possibly be poisoned?"

Shen Qingran watched her, seemingly oblivious, and frowned with suspicion. "Do you not feel anything in your body?"

"For instance, do you often wake up in the middle of the night in inexplicable pain?"

"And recently, have you had trouble breathing, as if an invisible pair of hands were squeezing your chest?"

Listening to Shen Qingran, Wang Mei immediately retorted, "Impossible! I went to the hospital two months ago, and the doctor said it was just exhaustion!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingran instantly...

The sacred wood thundered as it stood upright, settling into the empty space on the left pillar; one could imagine that in years past, it had been a bead belonging to this very spot.

From that fan-shaped iron block, a pure and destructive aura began to permeate, terrifying and ghastly.

Were they afraid? Afraid that surrounding the estate would only provide a target for assassins? Little did they know, the encirclement was intended merely to keep them from wandering out and meeting with accidents. While the soldiers could not stop an assassin, what of those ten shadow guards? They were imperial shadow guards.

Chu Haoran looked at his creation with satisfaction. With a movement of his body, the tornado surged toward the defensive line.

Having spent so long surviving in the cracks between life and blood, Xue Ling and Tian Qing had buried their inner selves deep, but this time, they were truly enraged.

Empty health! The stamina potion just consumed had not yet taken effect, and Ye Feng’s health bar was already far from full. This strike nearly cost him his life; the long bar turned completely pale, with only a tiny speck of crimson remaining at the very bottom.

For others, he indeed possessed the strength to contend with a Dominator, but only he knew clearly that he was currently exerting his full power. The Insect Lord, however, had not necessarily done the same. The Insect Lord appeared rampant, but his mind was actually quite cunning; he did not want other Dominators to fully grasp his current strength.

Gao Zhi evolved everything within his sea of consciousness, comparing himself to Tian Jianzi, Wang Hunzi, and Bi Shengzi. He had to admit, he was very fortunate. His previous thought resurfaced: if the three of them had truly attacked together, how could he have saved his life without relying on the Skeleton Dao Map or the Primordial Tree Emperor?

Who would have thought that after waiting a few days, the Hanlong clan would arrive in a murderous frenzy, led by the Supreme Elder, leaving the visiting Kunlun cultivators in utter shock?

As for the remaining half of the Yellow Springs, on the day Lu Fengqi walked out of the underworld, he absorbed it into his Painted Halberd, along with the mysteries contained within the waters.

Furthermore, he was also a Divine-level formation master. If he were to join the Heavenly Formation family, receive systematic training, and gain access to various resources, he might one day have the potential to break through to the Heaven-reaching level.

Gu Lengze quickly unwrapped the pajamas covering her, kissing the fair, tender skin of her body. His eyes were already clouded with madness, and his voice trembled slightly.

Watching Tang Yuan shivering on the ice bed, unable to even speak clearly, Bai Faxian nodded imperceptibly before vanishing in a flash.

Understanding how his mother viewed the existence of Gu Liuli in relation to him, and then adding some fuel to the fire, Jian Shulan was naturally bound to misunderstand.

However, Master Black Wind did not strike as expected; instead, he scrutinized Fang Chen carefully.

Mu Jiao composed herself. She had not yet considered that question. Since returning to Tan City, she had not thought of going back to Fei City, primarily because there was still a matter left unresolved, and with Mu Qigao in his current state, it was not appropriate for her to leave.

This Xu Yiyi was only twenty-four years old and still looked like a child. However, the girl’s personality was not only blunt but also earnest; she had been holding a grudge over that trivial matter from last time until now. Liang Jian did not know whether to be angry or amused.

Gao Yi stopped before him, lips pressed together. His hand, hanging at his side, twitched as if he wanted to raise it, but ultimately, it fell back down.

Yet, he also felt deeply frustrated—why hadn't Yu Wan'an told him about You Ran sooner?

Her soft, delicate voice made Ning Chengsen’s heart melt. He could not help but slow his pace and look back at her. She made a face at him, her eyes and brows filled with playful laughter.

His vertical pupils, like those of a snake, locked onto Ye Nan, as if fixing his gaze upon his prey.

After finishing their discussion with her grandmother, Ning Qingxi returned home first. Ning Changrong was kept behind, though it was unclear what he was discussing with the village chief. Along the way, she felt the aunties were looking at her in a strange way.

Ji Chunxiang was indeed tired; she had been walking for several days. With neither proper food nor sleep, how could she not be exhausted?

Ning Qingxi’s words had enlightened the dreamer. The logic was simple, but Ning Changrong had been misdirected, treating the common people as his imaginary enemies.

Chang Yuan wore a smile. During the time Ma Honglin’s health improved, he had been busy with the Chang County incident, but he had still entrusted a eunuch to send some gifts.

"It seems the Emperor has also heard about what happened yesterday. There is no need to avoid Sizhen; I have just heard her account of yesterday's events. Would the Emperor care to listen as well?" The Empress Dowager’s hand tapped the table rhythmically. For some reason, Sizhen, who stood to the side, broke out in a cold sweat.

Qiao Ke'ai knew her own strengths and weaknesses. At this moment, she first commanded the German Shepherd to perform a set: sit, lie down, sprawl, and rest—these basic commands.

She was pressed against a tree by Jun Yu, his tall shadow hidden by the foliage. From an outside angle, one could only see Yun Ya leaning against the trunk, with a large, bony hand resting beside her.

Zhu Ruru had heard of this divine physician’s reputation; it was said his medical skills were extraordinary and he had cured many difficult and strange illnesses. However, in recent years, he preferred to wander the world, and his whereabouts were uncertain, making it very difficult for anyone to hire him for a consultation.

Her pitiful appearance stirred a wave of irritation in the man, yet he had no intention of letting her go.

She seemed unable to find the right words to describe her feelings, so she ceased speaking, letting only a few teardrops fall. Afterward, she picked up another bottle of wine from the table and drank half of it in one go.

He was not the only apprentice by his side, of course. Hearing the mayor’s rage, the other dwarves around also raised their hammers.

Everywhere was engulfed in roaring flames, with wood and stone falling from time to time. He had struggled to kill his enemies, but he himself was severely wounded and unable to move.

Xu Jun, who was in charge of this purchase of Gulfstream business jets, had already finalized everything with the Gulfstream company.