Volume 1, Chapter 65: I am Lin Qiao, Consultant Representative of the Qin Group

Leo saw Master Gu leading everyone once again in administering the toxin-suppressing medicinal pills to the poisoned individuals.

As a streak of cyan light flashed past, the body of the tier-six peak horned demon, which had just regenerated, was sliced cleanly in two. The wounds were flawlessly smooth, and a faint cyan glow was even vaguely visible within them.

Through Sam's introduction, Wang Lin and the other three learned that this mountain was called Harvest Mountain, named so primarily because of its exceptionally abundant resources.

Qingyu had been roped in by him and was not a member of the underground party organization, so she probably did not know Gu Yuni's true identity.

Inside the mothership's command center, a dozen or so crew members were operating the spacecraft. With the communication functions crippled, they were forced to rely solely on radio waves to transmit a specific distress frequency belonging to the Galaxy Alliance.

This was a form of illusionary technique controlled through musical tones. Because only those targeted by the attack could hear the melody, the奏者's (performer's) attack range and control duration varied depending on the target's strength.

However, facing this small number of enemies, Qianxun was one hundred percent confident he could completely annihilate them. Yet, he hadn't come here to pick a fight.

"Welcome to join us!" Ancient One approached Stephen, whispering softly, the black light in her eyes spinning rapidly.

Although the auctioneer was somewhat vague about its age, under his glib and eloquent introduction, almost no one bothered to probe deeply.

The other was an elderly man wearing a well-fitted dark purple Tang suit. With short, grey-white hair, his eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked at the screen before him. A cold light flickered in his gaze like a freezing star in the firmament, and his expression remained serene, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Successfully settling into the Meng residence, Ye Fan keenly felt the tense atmosphere permeating the entire household. However, unaffected by this tension, he leisurely strolled around the sprawling Meng estate instead.

While the reception hall was filled with continuous commotion, the competitors within the Phantom Mirage Space all kept their eyes fixed on the illusion spirit tokens in the palms of their hands, their gazes flickering and deeply solemn.

He was the one who had stirred up this trouble, and having been cornered and blocked at the hotel entrance early in the morning, her heart was already filled with blazing fury.

I looked at her anxiously, waiting for her verdict. At that moment, my mind went entirely blank. I had no idea whether the Noble Consort was as sycophantic as the Virtuous Consort; if she too chose to avoid me and refuse a meeting, I truly had no idea who else I could turn to for help.

Only then did it dawn on him that what the other party truly desired was his respect. The other person possessed an independent personality and had no wish to become anyone's appendage simply because of an encounter that should never have taken place.

Ouyang Ming had originally intended to pursue them, but upon realizing the severity of his own injuries and the fact that his wife had also been assaulted and injured, he was forced to abandon the pursuit of the figures in black.

"Wretch! How dare you ruin my face! I'll take your life!" Lady Cao screamed hysterically, clutching her left cheek with one hand. Through the gaps in her fingers, Zhang Junwan caught sight of flowing blood.

A strange expression also surfaced on Li Mofan's face—neither happiness nor sweetness remained in his eyes, only a lingering, mocking smile.

Ye Chengzhi shook his head. Now was not the time for such thoughts; he should no longer dwell on them, absolutely not.

He had seized Qinglian for interrogation, but Qinglian stubbornly insisted that Mengzhu had merely gone to pick up Ji Qing and see him off, harboring not the slightest shred of evil intent. How, then, was he to interpret the scene he had witnessed with his own eyes? Servants were fiercely loyal to their masters, and it was hardly uncommon for them to withhold the truth.

"There is one more thing you certainly will not wish to hear: stay far away from this martial world, as far away as possible." Without waiting for any response from her, his retreating figure faded away into the distance like the wind.

At that moment, Leng Yanshi sent Steward Cui to Suyi Pavilion. Only then did Su Yrong recall the old matron's words from the previous night, and she hurriedly stepped inside to dress and adorn herself before following Steward Cui out of the estate.

A wave of intense panic welled up in Mao'er's heart. Terrible Konoha—it must never fall into his hands, and he must never submit to his coercion! Otherwise, the fate of this man cowering in the darkness behind a tombstone would be his own fate.

Terrified by Ye Chengxuan's imposing aura, Ye Xueying lowered her head and could only mechanically repeat her apologies. Seeing his younger sister in such a state, Ye Chengxuan's heart instantly softened.

Although inwardly despising himself for it, the thought stubbornly refused to vanish; every time Li Yan's thoughts drifted, he would inevitably find himself dwelling on it once again.

Xie Junhe offered a chilling smile, raised his hand, and left a deep scratch across Qi Heng's hand with a pair of bamboo chopsticks.

The opening chapter, featuring the wandering swordsman Broken Sword, left several people in awe. I finished reading it with complete composure, yet I found myself falling even more deeply in love with the floating ripples of the first chapter.

As it turned out, more than a hundred years ago, there were three impoverished peasants: one was a smuggler of illicit salt, another fished on the river, and the Grand Ancestor, Zhu Yuanzhang, had actually been a cowherd for a landlord.

After rubbing my eyes vigorously, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Assuming I had simply seen things, I went back to sleep.

Having tidied her attire and freshened up, she followed Yang Yan downstairs. Walking all the way, she cast searching glances about, as if inspecting her surroundings.

Shortly after, I saw a flash of silver in the sky as a massive, silver-furred creature leapt powerfully out from the forest and landed heavily upon the reef-strewn ground. This must undoubtedly be a Behemoth Magic Beast.

Engrossed in his official duties, the Elder Yin assumed it was his wife or the steward reminding him that it was time to rest, and without a second thought, he told them to enter.

"Wait!" Unwilling to let Shangguan Xinlan's anger escalate further, he instantly flickered forward to block Chen Xiao's path.

Zhang Feng offered earnest, well-meaning advice, warning that once the mask was put on, vision would be completely blocked, making him prone to falls and inevitable scrapes and bruises.

Xia Xuan successfully accepted a delivery order for coffee, headed for Room 606 of the Cloud Flying Hotel.

"If you can't figure it out, just abstain. No one here will blame you. But if you talk nonsense without thinking things through, watch out for getting your entire clan wiped out," Feng Lan said fiercely.

At this thought, Jiang Yan could not help but chuckle softly. In this brief span of time, he had harvested a bountiful array of spoils, including the scales of a demonic beast from the Rune Realm, half the body of a multi-eyed monster, two artifacts, and a quantity of origin crystals.

Cheng Tianlong apologized all the way. Despite suffering quite a bit, he finally reached the very last private room.

Jiang Huoshui stealthily stretched out her foot to block the exact spot where Luoyue was about to retreat. Luoyue smoothly stepped past it without a change in expression, and as Jiang Huoshui moved again, Luoyue evaded just as effortlessly. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged several hidden blows.

Many people, unfamiliar with the previous world-splitting events, had no idea who the person sitting inside the sedan chair was.

He still hadn't found the time to change out of his court robes, and the two of them had no idea how many stares they had attracted all the way here.

Yet compared to Yan Yitong, she was still vastly inferior. Her inherent servplicity and cunning gave her facial features an intensely mean and spiteful appearance.