Volume One, Chapter 21: The Adoptive Sister's Beloved

The next day, the Meng residence had already prepared the carriages to send the two young ladies to the palace.

Meng Xueyi, dressed in that frosted-colored gown, truly seemed to walk on lotus petals; every smile and frown carried an air of refined elegance far beyond the ordinary.

Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that the folds of her dress were slightly stretched, and her waist sash remained untied.

The carriages soon trotted down the bustling street, heading toward the palace.

Passing through the lively market, a cart laden with fresh vegetables brushed past the Meng residence carriage. After a few turns, it continued in the same direction.

Hearing the merchants' boisterous laughter, Li Yin, hidden beneath the vegetable crates, closed her eyes tightly, clutching a small dagger in her hand.

She recalled several times in her mind the figure clad in tattered linen...

Wailing softly... The beast had not ventured far before a golden blade pierced its body and lifted it up. Struggling, it was stabbed repeatedly in the abdomen by another blade wielded by Xie Tong, and the creature finally kicked no more.

The pink halo still glowed rhythmically, no longer emitting cries. There were likely no other phantoms nearby, so it remained motionless.

Seeing Shi Jingtian, though disheveled with beast skins draped over his body, still handsome and broad-shouldered, she couldn’t help but avert her gaze.

Unexpectedly, they arrived smoothly at the ruined village entrance. The enormous locust tree was so conspicuous that her heart leapt with joy, and she broke into a run.

Indeed, the two before her were Zhuoyan Miaomiao from District A and Fire-Tongs Liu Ming from District D.

The five joined forces to activate the Blood Refinement Array, blocking the exit of Mount Bosuo and forcibly seizing healing herbs.

The two frozen figures’ feet caused spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the large blue stones and pebble ground, radiating outward. This was no mere contest between innate realm cultivators; such devastating power could even humble those of the Supreme Heavenly Realm.

At the crucial moment, a figure emerged, exuding a chilling aura of bloodlust. Brandishing a hefty long knife, a fierce blade swept across behind Feng Yanke.

The business elite had suddenly died last night, and their families were causing a commotion at the hospital.

Though Zhang Fuxing appeared taciturn, he was inwardly astute. Song Zhiming, a rapidly rising younger generation figure, had no deep ties with the Celestial Master’s Mansion; thus, Zhang Fuxing treated Song’s unexpected visit cautiously.

“How could he, the Minister of Justice from Dali, suddenly leave the capital?” Qin Wan barely suppressed the tumultuous emotions within, careful not to reveal any before Yan Chi.

Moreover, under the relatively lax management of the Great Qin Star Realm, its overall strength ranked at best mid-tier among the dozens of star realms.

Entering from the alley, following secret signs, turning seven or eight times, they arrived before a low wall. Checking that no one was around, they counted to the third brick from the top, pulled it out, and retrieved a folded letter from inside.

At the sudden clang of An Jin drawing his Kusanagi sword, the massive island surged skyward like a rocket, swiftly ascending and pulling An Jin and the Storm of Silence apart until they vanished.

The 2040 Asian Cup was held across Sydney, Canberra, Melbourne, Brisbane, and the Gold Coast in Australia, featuring sixteen teams.

Like locusts, the demon horde sought to overwhelm the lofty gods, who sat coldly on their thrones, watching the ocean of demonic waves below, overturning the world with a single wave of their hand.

She would not stop here. The current killing move was only temporary; greater techniques awaited. She would make the world know her—the Storm of Silence, the devouring claw.

Gu De, from thirty meters outside the penalty area, suddenly unleashed a violent long shot, a surprise arrow, scoring directly.

A formidable law suddenly appeared, and the second, third, Creation God, Body Refinement, Qi Refinement, and Spirit Refinement clones successively merged into the first clone as energy.

Shen Junchen stopped his two subordinates’ bickering and poured out photos from a paper bag on the table, examining each carefully. After reviewing all, he was disappointed, as none showed the faces he had hoped to find.

After a while, his hand moved slowly, picking up a golden card. Clearly embossed was a golden phoenix with broken wings, vividly lifelike, bowing its head to the ground with eyes full of pain and serenity—a stark contradiction.

In a top-floor suite of a five-star hotel, five dark-skinned men sat on a sofa, their faces as somber as their skin.

Gu Lanxin was restless. Until she heard the two were safe, she could not calm her heart. Since witnessing Gu Tingjun injure his leg, she had been anxious until their safety and health were confirmed.

Those bewildered faces belonged to those who had not entered the ancient castle but waited outside, while the ecstatic ones were survivors who had entered and escaped.

People like him need not concern themselves with mortals’ lives. Yet uncertain of White King’s true intentions, he dared not be careless.

Xue Luo quietly observed the interactions between Gu Qingcheng and Xiao Shaoqing, a trace of pride swelling in her heart.

Each competition normally had twelve contestants; Meng Yuxuan needed to select eleven from here, making twelve including himself.

Upon hearing this involved Fusang and even the Fusang royal family, the situation seemed extremely complicated, linked to the 1995 Niya Incident.

Five hours later, Qiao Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance passing through. Rising, he called Bai Yue and walked slowly toward the valley entrance.

In an instant, Qiao Yuan roughly guessed the situation, his expression darkened with anger, eyes flashing fierce killing intent as he growled low.

Song Jiang hurriedly obeyed, thinking he had wanted to save his brother once, but He Tao was so ruthless as to block the road with them. If his brother escaped, He Tao would drag him under. The road must be sealed, and they would act when the time came.

Sharpshooter Feng was a strict vegetarian, content with a few leaves of greens and a piece of fruit.

Tang Peng turned his head, their eyes met. The rosy sunlight painted Chang Jing’s face, making her even more charming. Tang Peng blushed slightly; their gentle gaze filled the surrounding air with a harmonious, intoxicating sweetness.