Volume 1, Chapter 45: Discharging Shen Qiangwei from the Hospital

"You didn't ask me to come here just to listen to this, did you? You’re here to save me, aren't you?" Mo Qianyuan suddenly realized that Jun Wuxie calling him to the Prince Lin residence was not as simple as it seemed. He still hadn't recovered from the shock of the Immortal Pill; he never imagined such a thing could truly exist in this world.

After setting up the stage and treating everyone to a late-night snack, it was nearly eleven o'clock. Xi Xiaye drove back at breakneck speed, arriving at Maple Residence just as it neared midnight.

Zongzheng Baili watched her retreating figure with a trace of unease in his heart, but given his current identity, he could not easily abandon the tournament stage.

Ning Feifei frowned, looking somewhat uncomfortable, yet she headed toward the car without saying a word.

Mu Yuchen responded with a faint tone. Beneath the large black umbrella, his handsome face appeared even more indifferent, his gaze resting quietly on Qi Feng.

She prepared to speak up and refuse the iron ore, only to find she couldn't make a sound. Her head was pressed directly into Jun Lintian’s chest, and she couldn't break free. This scoundrel had actually sealed her mute point.

Wuxing looked up at the sky. This was no mere drizzle; it seemed this rain was set to pour all night long.

"Hey, are you really not going to eat?" Hua Daoxue watched the meat across from her, drooling. If he wasn't going to eat it, it would be a waste.

He rattled off the speech without a single stutter, as if he had heard it so many times he could recite it backward.

After all, Yue Qilian was only a Yuan Saint master. Even if he hadn't noticed at first, after such a long period of scrutiny and observation, it was impossible that he hadn't detected even the slightest trace of evidence.

Seven days later, Zhang Kui, who had already gone insane, was found dead. He was hung from an old willow tree, completely naked. What bound his neck was nothing else but willow branches twisted together.

Boxing is a technique for killing; every fight should be treated as a life-or-death struggle where defeat means death.

Thinking back, he had been so spineless at the time. Knowing that begging was useless, why plead? Not only did he lose his final shred of dignity, but he also invited the other party's mockery and insults—what was the point?

The curly-haired man didn't expect Niu Feng's father to still be running his mouth. Cursing, he immediately raised his hand, ready to deliver another slap. But this time, Wu Jianye reached out and stopped him.

"Is that why you're angry?" I picked up the gown again, holding it up to examine it. My expression darkened. It was less of a gown and more like two scraps of fabric; I couldn't even tell the front from the back. What would this even look like if worn?

The tattooed man was also severely injured, as was Cao Rong. They were recovering in the clinic next door; lacking the healing capabilities of the Infinite Space, they had yet to wake up.

"Alright, take a rest. That was truly insane earlier," Liang Jinyan said, panting, yet the smile on his face was brighter than ever.

Grandpa Wang also remembered the errand to pick up the clothes. After dinner, we drove over. Having had an incident at the ghost market previously, we left immediately after retrieving the items to avoid further trouble.

If he had been given more time, he could have finished off the Death Beast without a scratch, but under the current circumstances, there was simply no way.

Conversely, the Mar Empire's army suffered heavy losses, though they still held a slight numerical advantage of one million men.

It wasn't just about the underground palace Wang Hao mentioned, but also this mysterious man he spoke of.

Dong Zhuo said, "He wrote poems of complaint; now I have a pretext to kill him." He then ordered Li Ru to take ten warriors into the palace to execute the Emperor.

Even if Ye Kong couldn't equip the gear, he could sell it. He believed the guilds in Qingmu City would be willing to pay a handsome price.

The calm surface of the river rippled for no reason, as if even the water sensed the complex, knotty sorrow that spanned between heaven and earth, clogging the hearts of men.

Naturally, someone handed the items to the eunuch attending Emperor Xian of Han, who then presented them to the Emperor.

Although the household had been somewhat desolate since Yang Hao left for Hedong, it had become lively these past few days, and Princess Yongfeng was so happy she nearly shed tears.

Sanye followed Tonai’s gaze, her face turning pale instantly. She shrieked and quickly pulled back her hand, which was still holding that terrifying creature, nearly crying from embarrassment.

Immediately, Lu Qi moved rapidly toward the fox-beast, raising his fist to strike its flank. Each blow was blocked by the creature's tail. The fox-beast kept turning, trying to face Lu Qi head-on, but he kept shifting to the side, attacking while he moved.

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Fan delivered three heavy slaps to Han Kun’s face. Before the four men under Fu Qing could arrive, he utilized the Perfect Realm Luoyan Steps, teleporting repeatedly until he was a thousand meters away.

"Child, keep these things safe; you'll need them on the battlefield. Whether you end up in the front lines in Songzhou or not, protect yourself. Your old man has no other requests—I just hope you come back whole," his father said, clutching Chen Fei’s sleeve and rambling on at length.

And this was only the result of a single night. Given enough time, he could surely walk out of that lightning forest with his head held high.

"I am no longer called Rose. Please call me Ruoxue, Huang Lian!" Just as she was preparing to board the plane, Huang Lian appeared before her.

"He knew it all along but kept it to himself—he's just being mysterious!" Zuo Feng retorted, sounding somewhat unconvinced.