Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Funeral of Zhuge Liang, Officials Bear the Coffin!

Seeing Zhuge Liang’s face filled with self-reproach, the confidant hurriedly consoled him:
"Prime Minister, you need not take it to heart. Lord Yang has been biding his time and concealing his brilliance; had it been anyone else, they likely would have struggled to recognize his true talent."
"You labor wholeheartedly for the Shu-Han, and with a myriad of responsibilities descending upon you, such oversights are truly unavoidable."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang pondered for a long while and nodded slightly, his expression softening somewhat.

The Flying Beacon, soaring high in the air, did not notice this. To say he wasn't nervous would be a load of nonsense; with so many eyes upon him—and considering the Blade Warrior’s consistently abnormal prowess—he was certainly worried. If he were to be taken out right at the start, he would lose face in a spectacular fashion.

Long Tingfei flew into a rage and kicked Shi Jun aside. Though Shi Jun vomited blood, he dared not wipe it away; instead, he scrambled up, knelt, and kowtowed, repeatedly pleading, "This subordinate knows his crime. I beg the Great General to spare my life." Long Tingfei said coldly, "Take him away and hand him over to Xiao Tong for a harsh interrogation." Several guards dragged Shi Jun away.

"Making love stimulates the agility of your brain. Come, let’s go to bed and talk..." This was one of Tang Sheng’s favorite things to do.

Wasn't it said that this doll could guide one to the seal of the four "Primordial Spirit" demonic beasts? Could the rumors be false?

Facing the unfriendly glares of the Nepalese, the Indians realized this was no place to stay. Some continued northward, intending to scale the towering Himalayas and enter the Roof of the World to eke out a meager existence. Others attempted to enter the Buddhist kingdoms of Sikkim and Bhutan.

"No problem. My big brother is best to me. I told him about us doing that, and he knows about you," Ruan Lei said.

Liu Tian’s figure was now buried within the billowing dust and smoke. Beyond that, terrifying energy fluctuations persisted in the field, forming a magnetic field where Liu Tian had stood just moments before.

"That is why Cantonese cuisine demands such refinement. Good restaurants prioritize the sourcing of raw ingredients above all else. Some shops, specializing in chicken dishes, even go so far as to build their own farms just to obtain the perfect birds. This is also why Cantonese cuisine is more expensive than other culinary traditions," Ren Sui explained.

"We don't need to queue. Brother Feng and Brother Knight go first; my big brother and I will follow," Blood Wolf said. The members of Slaughter Wolf naturally didn't need to wait in line. Perhaps due to having fought side-by-side, Blood Wolf was exceptionally friendly toward Li Feng and Sa’erta.

A muffled groan sounded. The man in black extended his palm, and a terrifying force whistled from it, pushing Liu Tian away. Immediately after, the man himself collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing their fellow disciple slaughtered so cruelly, all the disciples of the Liuyun Sect cried out in grief.

The long dagger held firmly against the cultivator’s throat, while at the same time, the silver sword was snatched away and returned to its scabbard, now securely in Zhang Jiaming’s grasp.

Lang Yi felt the same way, and Lan Jie had nothing more to say, so the matter was settled. Once finished, Lan Jie took the magazine and left. Not long after, rumors emerged about Lan Jie’s intent to terminate his contract with Feifan. As Shen Xinyi and Lang Yi were talking in the office, someone came looking for them from outside, and that was how Shen Xinyi learned that Lan Jie had gone to make a scene with the director.

Dizzy. Truly, terribly dizzy. Ever since falling into this sea of flowers, for some reason, the intoxicating fragrance made his head swim uncontrollably. The blood in his veins seemed to churn like boiling water, and even his footsteps began to feel light and airy.

"After the Battle of Qiansha Trail, once the Demon King died, I picked up this blade. I haven't used it until now. Using a divine weapon of the Underworld to duel the Underworld Emperor—that should be quite interesting, don't you think?" Yao Shun feigned that it was his first time using the Underworld Dust, speaking to provoke Xiang Xing.

Chun Liu finished her sentence, tossed the words aside, and marched off without glancing at Zhongli Luo’s face, which had darkened like the bottom of a cooking pot.

Han Yue started to give chase, but was stopped by Zhongli Luo. Zhongli Luo handed Su Jin over to Chun Liu, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the ground. He noticed something faintly visible amidst the grass. Frowning, he bent down and picked up the mysterious object. When he held it up to examine it, he realized it was a jade pendant.