Volume 1, Chapter 22: Confrontation, Beautifully Wrapped Trash

"Why don't we avoid fighting Gongsun Zan and instead just show them our strength to intimidate them?" Hua Xiong suggested.

Sun Wufan said, "This is the descendant of an old friend of my uncle, who only recently arrived at our Flower-Fruit Mountain."

Since the Great Cataclysm of the Middle Ages, more than seventy percent of all living beings in the Immortal Realm have perished in the maws of savage beasts.

"Hmph! You brought this upon yourself," the Divine Realm envoy snorted coldly, as endless divine light vanished directly into that radiance.

Clearly, such an act of defying heaven was fraught with peril; if successful, Princess Yaoji might embark on a path against the heavens.

"What are you looking at? If you want to continue fighting, I will naturally have a way to resist!" Wei'er frowned slightly; it was evident that the destruction of her magic treasure earlier had affected her somewhat.

Although Zhou Yunfeng's voice was not loud, the three Zixiao beasts lurking nearby heard it clearly. Upon hearing his words, the three beasts, who had already assumed human form, could not help but twitch their faces violently.

At this moment, Zhang Yi was sitting on the sofa, with Shi Yun lying in his arms whispering sweet nothings, when the dark, thick head of Zhang Yihu poked in.

Everyone looked at him with suspicion, many thinking he had gone mad because he could not bear the pressure.

Standing before him, her height of one meter sixty-five made her appear quite small; in his eyes, she was every bit a little sister.

"I'm fine." Only then did Huo Yilan realize that Ji Yanmo had been arranging for people to protect her in the shadows all along. A wave of warmth surged within her, a sensation she had not felt since the fall of the Huo family.

The sky was very dark, with no stars to be seen. I do not know if it was because I was lying down and my perspective was poor, or because there were simply no brilliant stars out there at all; in any case, I saw nothing but the overwhelming darkness.

Such a cage had imprisoned her past and restricted her future—was she going to drag Marco Polo into hell along with her?

The Bishop of the All-Living Church had long guessed his thoughts. A flash of mockery crossed her eyes beneath her hood, and she said, "This object can only be used by Your Majesty the King personally."

She also did not know why the old Princess Dowager would not let her return. Could it be that she had truly caught the old Princess Dowager's eye?

In my presence, Ming Si always maintained this demeanor; he hoped to appear grand and strong in my eyes, someone I could rely upon.

His eyes were filled with the image of Sun Shangxiang. She cast him a glance, tossed away the apple, and after carefully wiping her hands, spoke to him.

Number One watched Shang with a deeply furrowed brow. He knew that if this person truly were a cultivator, it would be a good thing for China.

Watching the figures of her and Zhang Si'er depart, Liu Zimu felt in an instant as if the vast universe had left him with nowhere to go and no idea where to turn.

Could it be that this Ye Xiao had been hiding his strength all along, or perhaps possessed an extraordinary talent?

However, in order to nip this sword embryo in the bud, the Demon Race was sparing no cost, willing to risk a war between the two races if necessary.

"No way? Bringing an army just to find me? My grandfather wouldn't be so reckless; it must be that cousin of mine acting on his own!" Luo Yi analyzed.

"Listening is fine; we still have quite a distance to go before reaching the city, so you can take your time," Ye Xiao said indifferently. He was merely curious about the matter, but it was not a curiosity that needed satisfying; the act of asking already expressed that curiosity.

Shen Yun's mouth twitched involuntarily upon hearing this. He grumbled to himself, a strange sense of guilt rising in his heart.

Would a true deity of the Min River pour out his grievances regarding a deceased friend to a foreign prince for no reason?

With the deaths of Ao Jingyun and the vast majority of its elite cultivators, the Ao family had completely fallen into the rank of an eighteenth-rate power.

"You can show me that object at your waist, and in exchange, I can tell you about your origins," Madame Shanyu said, looking at the silent Liu Buyi.

With sixty zhang of space, it should be enough to refine a formation. This magic weapon arrived just in time; it provided exactly what he was lacking.

Chen Ziling concentrated his focus, unleashing his Space Martial Body while simultaneously channeling the Space Saint Intent, attempting to slow down the speed of the transmission talisman with spatial patterns before retrieving it.

This was what Gongsun Ruhua had realized, leading her to pity Qi Yuan while feeling that the mess involving the Qi family indeed could not be blamed on him.

For celebrities, the Weibo app was often left open. Chen Lin did not even need a password; with a single tap on the Weibo icon, the interface popped up. He could post information directly.

After the crowd dispersed from the playground, Qi Hao was called by instructor Zheng Haifeng to an office within the school, where he met Xu Murong in person.

Before long, the light dissipated. Gaia's arm, which should have been severed, reappeared, and the wound on her neck vanished, perfect as before. The hole in Eros's stomach was also gone, his torn clothes restored to their original state, without even a trace of blood.

"Then what should we do? If we let them do as they please, I fear it will bring great disaster upon the Shen family," Shen Luo said with a look of anxiety.

In recent days, Yu Qingle had been busy running around, getting on very well with Guo Huaili and Jiang Anyong. Yu Zhijie tacitly allowed his son to leave early and return late; he had already discussed the perfume business in the capital with his third son, Zhihe, and decided that the Yu family's share would be managed by Yu Qingle.

The cohabitation of Qin An and Qin Yue had officially begun, though this time Qin Yue did not let Qi Hao into the bedroom, instead utilizing the powerful features of a smart system.

Liu Dingtian accelerated his descent from above, striking the frozen snake-demon beast with both palms, creating the sound of ice cracking and sending the frozen beast plummeting faster with him.

There was a hint of worry in Cheng Xin's tone. It was not that she lacked faith in Qin Ming's talent, but because this was not their own home turf, accidents were inevitable. Coupled with the tight schedule, something was bound to go wrong.

Lu Yaya was just about to act when Shennong Yiren flashed in front of her, grabbed her, and threw her away. We were all shocked.

Yes, don't run, walk slowly. A friend of mine criticized it correctly: with such a rich foundation, showing off is just vulgar seduction, whereas keeping a low profile is the true essence of reserved elegance.

Of course, if he had known that while he was chasing Lin Qingyue outside, Baili Luochuan had already emerged and drifted down from the roof, he likely would have been consumed by even greater rage.

However, in her line of sight, she only saw mist on the mirror, and beside it, a set of purple clothes.