Volume 1, Chapter 55: Floor 49, Self-Realization of a King-Grade Sword Skill

The next day, I got up and pondered for a while, deciding to go find Ren Zhongzhi, as there were still some matters I needed to ask him about. I changed into casual clothes, stepped out very low-profile, and headed to Ren Zhongzhi’s place. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell. Ren Zhongzhi opened the door, glanced at me, frowned, and motioned for me to come straight inside.

As Xue Shisan approached, the pressure bearing down on the Dao embryo within the old man in green grew increasingly intense, pushing the embryo to the verge of complete collapse. Yet at that very moment, his body began to emit a glow, and a mysterious force surged through him, remarkably halting the trend for the time being and healing a great deal of the damage.

Seeing the man actually pull on the reins and halt his horse, Eunuch Ma instantly felt a surge of majestic pride, and was just about to put on airs and hurl a few furious reprimands. Suddenly, the words resting on the tip of his tongue were cut short, and he could not help but tremble uncontrollably.

The Second Prince was dumbfounded; he was utterly bewildered. Given his status as an imperial prince, who on earth would dare to pronounce a sentence of execution without exception upon him in Lin'an City?

Qu Qingran offered a cold smile, her gaze sharpening considerably as she looked at the carrier pigeon. Given Qu Qingyou's dead-set attitude of never admitting fault, for her to bow her head and show weakness to her was practically less likely than it raining blood across the world. Yet now, she had actually written her a letter. Suddenly, she grew very curious as to what kind of medicine Qu Qingyou was trying to sell in her gourd this time.

Any practitioner who had undergone orthodox training would never generate such a crazy notion, yet for Bai Le, it seemed to carry absolutely no binding constraints at all.

When the Taoist in the Black Cat saw someone walking in his direction, knowing that any movement would expose him, he flattened himself deep within the tall grass.

Tossed about like this the entire journey, there was a good chance they really would end up with the relationship of senior and junior fellow apprentices. Because of this, whenever they met nowadays, Qu Qingyou would cast a kindly smile toward Xu Qingrang.

"We gave our all in today's match, and we're very much looking forward to playing against you," said Qin Haonan.

When Luo Chenyu and his sister first mentioned this matter to her, he hadn't taken it seriously at all, assuming that merely coming here himself would be enough to drag Yi Feng back.

"Naturally, a magical artifact only receives its name once it is fully formed; right now, I'm just carving it for fun," Sang Jue said, looking at the folding fan frame being slowly and evenly roasted by the flames, her heart suddenly overflowing with drive.

"You have zero manners, I'm not going to pay attention to you anymore!" Zhou Zimei made a funny face at Yi Feng, then turned around and left.

"This... this senior fellow apprentice, are you calling me?" The plump young woman waddled over to Jian Li, pointing a chubby finger at herself.

Ever since he had effortlessly subdued Chen Ya Ling, the East Freight Yard now belonged entirely to him, Huang Quansen.

Gao Jun walked straight toward the back courtyard. Having sustained injuries, he was temporarily recuperating in the rear, enjoying a rare slice of tranquility.

Just as the two of them had grown somewhat tired from their bickering and were preparing to return to the hotel to rest, they arrived right at the entrance and spotted a police car parked there. The door swung open, and three police officers stepped out, heading straight toward Zhang Menghan and Cheng Shiqi.

That child was the type who could commit suicide by jumping into a river on a mere impulse. If she impulsively blurted out something about offering herself in marriage, or acted upon it, and Gao Jun explicitly rejected her, it would likely shatter her fragile, glass-like heart.

"You bastard, how dare you curse me as the family member of a national traitor! I'll cripple you today!" Mo Xiaosheng cursed fiercely as he lunged at Huang Ergou, planting a kick squarely on Huang Ergou's backside.

Mine Director Ma had also figured things out by now; regardless of whether he confessed or not, a prison sentence was clearly unavoidable. Since that was the case, it would be better to save face for his behind-the-scenes boss and protect him to the bitter end. As long as he shielded him, not only could he safeguard his own family, but he could also secure massive rewards and returns in the future.

Zhan Zhao watched the two figures gradually drawing near and could not help feeling a throbbing headache—when on earth had these two gotten so close? He saw Xuan'an hugging Miao Ruolan by the arm, chatting and laughing as they walked over.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Zhao nodded and pressed no further. He looked up at the sky; he was anxious to return to the Kaifeng Prefecture, fearing that if he delayed any longer, the culprit would long have vanished without a trace.

The long corridors of the Mo residence led directly to all the individual guest rooms. The moment Gong Qianzhu stepped through the gates, she closed her umbrella and casually set it by the entrance. Rainwater streamed down from the eaves of the corridor, nearly flooding the entire Mo residence.

"Hey, you don't actually think I want you to sleep with me, do you?" Jin Faguang asked, as if he had seen through something.

Lord Ding stroked his beard and nodded. Ding Min happily gave Lord Ding a hug, then hurriedly rushed off to send a message to Hualang Hao, telling him to set his mind at ease, as her father's troops would certainly arrive.

"Young Master Ye, I'll go chop some more firewood and be right back. You guys rest here for a moment." With that, he pulled the axe tucked behind his waist and dashed into the woods.

While the two were speaking, the waiter also served the dishes. To be honest, small though the restaurant might be, the food was genuinely delicious.

Zhang Ye came to the city in search of business opportunities and spotted quite a few gambling dens. However, he did not enter them, because he lacked even the capital to gamble. Even if he had it, he wouldn't go; he understood the fundamental logic that out of ten bets, nine result in a loss.

"Yezang, what do you think of this one?" Ino's words made Yezang, who was still dozing off, tilt his head to the side. Yeling already possessed a fine figure, and this outfit made her look even more refined. Yezang smiled and nodded, and upon receiving Yezang's approval, Yeling felt something swell within her heart, making her cherish the garment all the more.

Faced with the Orphen's provocation, Zhou Qingfeng did not reply in words, instead focusing entirely on manipulating the fire python to launch continuous attacks against the Orphen from various directions.

Of course, they had their backs turned to us, too shy to even raise their heads and look at me.

Especially Wu Feng; had he not been injured, mere cultivators like these would not even have been enough for him to wipe out single-handedly.

Though Zhang Yixiang felt somewhat resentful after being reprimarded, since the other party was his own old man, he had no other recourse than to lower his head.

If Zheng Huihuang still stubbornly refused to talk, this matter would require even more time—truly a troublesome affair.

The curved-blade noodle vendor chased after them closely, landing on the ground and gazing at the horrifyingly bloody scene around him that resembled a Shura battlefield.

It wasn't because the facial features were exceptionally pleasing that made Wu Yu feel special; on the contrary, it was because the physiognomy was so wretched that Wu Yu felt such a bowl of noodles utterly wasted those two hundred Ziyang coins.

Subsequently, Wang Shangwu told Su Yi that Lin Lingxuan, the leader of the Lu Sect, was once one of Yun Jing's admirers.

The sect was divided into four branches, originating from the former Four Spirits Sect. The sect master rotated every ten years, with leaders taking turns among the heads of each branch.

"Fine, fine, the Sunlight Sect is mighty. This monarch takes his leave." Zhiyao had never expected to suffer such a humiliating defeat, so without lingering, he plunged directly into the void and departed.

When Huan Qizhang nominated her for the post of deputy bureau director, He Meihong felt a faint, indescribable sense of loss, subconsciously assuming her promotion had fallen through. To her surprise, the bureau director intended to promote her to head of the Central Education Division, which was a stroke of good fortune dropping straight from the heavens.