30 Recognition of the Head of the Household

"Ox and Wild Wolf! Why are you two here?" Meng Ziming and Wu Yang asked in surprise as they looked up upon hearing their names called.

Mu Ling chuckled and stepped outside. He had chosen to keep Dugu Sheng by his side because he valued the man’s efficiency; there were certain matters inconvenient for him to handle personally that he could delegate to this fellow, whose capability he held in high regard.

Wild Wolf, possessing a fiery temperament, was outraged to discover they had been surrounded and cornered. He immediately prepared to drag Ox out with him.

Jue He’s emotions were far too volatile. No sooner had he finished speaking than he broke into a violent, hacking cough. His chest felt constricted, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat until he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"No! I spent a great deal of effort to refine the Great Sun Glazed Treasure Flame Buddha Light. Even if I must die here on the Southern Meteorite Divine Mountain, I am determined to fulfill this wish," Ling Luo insisted, her expression stern.

In that grand mansion, the twelve coffins holding twelve ancestors who had never been buried had long known the secret of the stone caskets, waiting generation after generation for the day of their resurrection. They had never once considered their future descendants.

"Then can you tell me, what is the ultimate goal of what you are doing?" He could overlook or remain ignorant of everything else, but the one thing he needed to be clear about was Chu Jiangli’s motive.

Zhang Zhaojing was in high spirits and said, "Very well, it is time for me to send you off." With a wave of his hand, spatial ripples appeared behind Li Yiming, drawing him in.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Ling Luo’s temple, the corner of her eye twitching violently. The smile on her lips was as weak as could be.

It had to be said that Zhou Xian possessed some discernment; upon sensing the silver armor on Mu Ling, he let out an exclamation of shock.

Furthermore, with the paper mill currently operating at such a scale, Ren Hao was unprepared and felt somewhat lost without Xu Yating’s assistance.

"The master is simply too insolent. If he is not strictly disciplined, there is no telling how arrogant he will become," Ma Min said to the Hu merchant.

Ren Hao had previously learned that the papermaking technology in this world was underdeveloped, relying on materials like cotton and hemp. The production process was complex, resulting in abysmal yields and poor quality.

Jiang Lizhou had not expected Chi Chen to appear so suddenly, which startled her. Upon hearing what he had to say, she froze for a moment before hanging her head in embarrassment.

The Diamond Mammoth martial soul, while inferior in defense to the Plate-Armored Rhino and in strength to the Great Power Ape, possessed a comprehensive set of attributes far superior to either of those individual beasts.

This was because, in every generation, challengers who prioritized killing the Abyss Lord ultimately failed, intercepted and slaughtered by the undead army.

The "Glory: God of War Body," a unique SSS-rank buff skill, granted Zhang Yue immense combat power. It must be said that this skill was instrumental in his ability to maneuver freely within the Gate of Eternity.

These people were enemies of the Ji family, led by a burly man with a scarred face.

Abandoning his leisurely stroll, he turned and headed toward Sun Changbiao’s courtyard.

By utilizing the Death-Defying Lock to break through the Black Cloak’s block, Zhang Yue’s attacks now achieved a hit rate of over 70 percent.

Attending the Second Prince’s banquet had already left Tang Ning feeling depressed; if he were to leave behind any poems, wouldn’t that be equivalent to providing evidence?

A cold glint flashed in Jing Sheng’s eyes. He quickly drew his bow and arrow, firing toward Lu Ning.

For Red Spider to say such a thing now—could it be that she really saw something last night?

Seeing the businesslike expression on Yang Zi’s face, she remained silent, simply pressing her hands together and extending them toward him, signaling for him to apply the handcuffs.

In the quiet of the night, two people sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench on campus, the scene appearing quite harmonious.

After Feng Ni finished speaking, violent winds surged from all directions. The terrifying gales were like sharp blades and swords; an ordinary person facing such winds would likely be shredded to pieces.

Everyone else had retreated, leaving only Huo Yingjie standing by his side like a statue, and silence returned to the prison cell.

At the same time, Helian Liruo discovered that after the palm techniques of two different attributes merged, the glazed orbs within her body representing water and fire both surged in size at a visible rate.

If Tang Ning were merely a dragon-born lost among the common folk, then strictly speaking, he would only be an illegitimate son. Even if he were to become a prince, his status would be significantly lower than that of the First or Second Prince.

Weapons refined by the Death-Interval Sword lost all their value; one could even say they were inferior to common iron tools used by mortals.

As soon as he ascended the mountain, disciples discovered Ye Dong’s presence and immediately sent word up. On the plaza of Zhiyang Mountain, the disciples were waiting in anticipation. Seeing Ye Dong return, they excitedly rushed down to welcome him.

The moment Bai Qi saw Ye Dong unleash the blood mist, he knew things were dire, for he had witnessed the terror of this fog before. He might have been able to suppress Ye Dong, but once the blood mist appeared and his "Burning Wood Palm" was instantly shattered, Bai Qi knew he was no match for him.

"Father, I will tell you about that later. Did you receive the message from the Profound Beast? Have you sent men to call back the people involved in the trade?" Ya Sufang asked with a worried expression.

Liang Ziqi, however, was different; she was pale with rage, her eyes burning with a desire to tear the two of them to shreds.

Long Rong’s reason for freezing was different from Long Xuankong’s. It was shock—nothing but shock. Her eyes were wide, staring at Long Xuankong in disbelief, her mind seemingly blank.

Yan Su sensed something and turned to look at her. His long, narrow peach-blossom eyes were dark and deep, filled with a tenderness that was heavily veiled.

He had been inside for only a moment before coming back out, though he did not reveal himself to her. He wondered to himself: with him not by her side, how must she be feeling?

Seven or eight rescue helicopters arrived, and safety ropes were lowered. People on the nearby boats, not expecting such a turn of events, scrambled to climb the ropes to the helicopters.

Her body was unharmed. Tong Ran pushed the suitcase aside, walked into the bathroom, and cupped water to splash on her face.

When Long Xuankong arrived at the hospital entrance, he was startled by the scene: it was a sea of people, numbering no less than a thousand. Yet, when they saw him arrive, they surprisingly did not flee, but instead respectfully cleared a path for him.