Volume 1, Chapter 48: Dinner at the Yan Family Residence

It truly came as somewhat of a surprise to him that she could come to the Yan residence all by herself.

As for Luo Yifan, he was indeed utter scum. At this moment, he pinched Yue Xinrui’s chin tightly, deliberately causing her pain. The ferocity and cruelty emanating from his very bones bore down on Yue Xinrui entirely, as if he was determined to make her cower and make her fear him.

Chu Lv had been a soldier since he was sixteen. When he was ten, it was precisely the time he was being forged into a special forces soldier. Back then, who knows which mountain peak or drainage ditch he was struggling to survive in—how could he possibly have managed to produce such a large illegitimate son for himself?

At this point, Qin Yang couldn't help but wonder. He was eager to know how the Night King had obtained this intelligence, and why he had appeared in Qingbei.

The Night King kept his gaze fixed on Qin Yang. He saw a profound sense of confidence in Qin Yang's eyes, and he believed that everything Qin Yang said was the truth.

A figure in purple robes walked out slowly. Venomous beasts and fierce monsters surrounded him wherever he passed. From hundreds of meters away, in a single instant, he arrived not far from Xiao Ling, fixing his gaze upon him.

That mask incident from earlier was already enough to show that Wang Fan's standards were actually not all that impressive.

Yan Yazhen took He Xin's hand, appearing deeply flustered. She hadn't expected that He Chenfeng would actually reveal the truth under such circumstances; he was clearly ready to risk it all. Besides, He Chenfeng would by no means allow He Xin to be taken away by Yan Yazhen without admitting to this fact at this moment.

Seeing Sherlock stand up for Xiao Ling, Qian Taoqian felt the anger burning inside her grow increasingly intense. She wanted to continue throwing a tantrum, but was stopped by Qian Yi.

No, they could not just descend like this. If there was no pool of water below, but rather flat ground, the two of them would definitely not be able to survive such an impact, especially since Bai Mo was already severely injured.

Shopkeeper Liu stepped forward, pulled He Mei back into the room, and pushed her directly onto the bed. He Mei’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts. What was once a practiced and familiar routine now left her chilled to the bone.

One must know that Xiang Gangtian had no formidable experts under his command. Once someone gained his loyalty, how could he possibly withhold teachings that would elevate a few of his subordinates to the Nascent Soul realm?

During these days, Xiang Gangtian had not only been searching everywhere for targets, but had also been in constant cultivation. The resources plundered from the Five Elements Sect had basically all been exhausted! His Holy Soul had been enhanced considerably, and his physical strength had also nearly doubled, making Xiang Gangtian feel that the gap between him and a True God was closing.

"Indeed!" Xiang Gangtian showed no panic at all, going along with his words. In truth, alchemists were divided into nine ranks, which roughly corresponded to the realms of immortals. Therefore, judging by the cultivation level Xiang Gangtian displayed, the identity of a third or fourth-rank alchemist was undoubtedly accurate.

"Brother Mo, are you saying..." Lian XiaoTian listened as if he were only just finding out, his face etched with utter shock and dismay. As for the others, they had no idea what the two of them were talking about at all, entirely assuming that Mo Feichen's anger was due to someone causing trouble in his estate.

"Perhaps, the flash of inspiration earlier to borrow the identity of a Buddha's emissary might just be a sound strategy." A sharp glint flashed in Xiang Gangtian's eyes as a bold idea surged up from his heart! Yet, to execute this plan, he would need the assistance of the army supervisors. And to secure their help, he would first have to convert them.

While operating the ancient technique of the Great Vow Power, although Luo Hao's body was unable to move, he was not swept away by the suction force that surged toward him.

After a servant announced his arrival, the steward led Yang旭 into the front courtyard to wait. An official's status was truly useful; simply reporting the title of an assistant prefect meant that even while waiting, one was led to a resting area and served fine tea.