Volume 1 Chapter 48: The Truth

Everyone was clueless as to what had happened. Kneeling alongside them in the snow were also the plum-blossom maidens who had nearly been beaten to death on the orders of Bei Tianhan.

Guiding Qiao Yu through the corridor and into the grand hall, he discovered that a significant gathering was already present. To his astonishment, he recognized several individuals with whom he had previously executed missions.

Not long after they departed, Song Yifeng appeared, followed shortly by the removal of a thoroughly battered and disheveled man from the restroom.

In his left hand, he clutched a pale blue slip of paper—the very Mirror-Flower Talisman that Zhou Mingyang had perpetually concealed near his chest as his ultimate trump card for self-preservation.

The palm strike of smoke landed upon the giant tortoise without producing the slightest sound, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

Xu Wufeng acted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Summoning eighty percent of his vital energy, he unleashed the Mysterious-tier martial art technique known as the Heavy Wave Palm.

Qingqing assisted the scholar in moving the master of the house into a room to shield him from the combat, while Yin Jiangzi checked the master's pulse to assess his condition. Fortunately, it was merely a faint induced by excessive emotional agitation.

Zhou Mingyang possessed a certain understanding of swordsmanship. Making a silent mental comparison, he feared that with his current level of strength, he would be incapable of defeating any single one of them.

Glancing downward, Tian Ling noticed that without realizing it, Mingluo was gripping her hands tightly, and she could feel that the other woman's palms were slick with sweat.

It was impossible for these people not to be anxious. Furthermore, numerous customers who had arrived early to purchase the new products kept bombarding them with questions, forcing them to mechanically and anxiously repeat the scripted responses provided by their superiors.

"We should know each other? You mean not only do I know you, but Meiji knows you as well?" Wang Yizheng asked in surprise.

Wang Hai had already infiltrated Wufeng Town and was lurking in the shadows. Xiao Niao, who was grouped with Iron Bull, felt utterly helpless. Ever since the two of them entered Wufeng Town, they had attracted a considerable amount of attention—an unwanted focus that gave him severe headaches. He had already rejected at least a dozen wealthy individuals and security agencies that intended to hire him and Iron Bull.

Upon returning, he meticulously reviewed every detail of that day, leading to a conclusion that was both ironic and absurd: the Emperor had probably only wanted to judge with his own eyes how much longer he had to live.

Meng Qi stared in shock at Doctor Mo, almost feeling an impulse to reach out and touch the physician's chest—no, the chest could not reveal anything definitive, he needed to check the lower abdomen instead. Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself.

After inquiring about the location, Zhou Zejiu took Tang Bingyu by the hand and walked forward, intending to check the route map, as neither of them had ever been to this area before and feared getting lost.

The origin of this starvation therapy remained unknown, yet remarkably, many doctors still regarded it as a profound truth. While it was true that certain ailments required fasting, this method was by no means a cure-all applicable to every disease. In the view of Shi Hui, the reason traditional medicine was often condemned as useless by many was precisely because it was undermined by such incompetent practitioners.

As for the illusory figure standing behind Xia Yi, the audience largely attributed it to the nature of his abilities, but for a portion of the Asian viewers, it evoked an entirely different sensation.

That breathtaking sword flash from moments earlier had indeed been meticulously and silently planned for a long time before he managed to barely pinpoint this opening. He was confident that once this technique was unleashed, the opponent stood zero chance of blocking it.

Klae's roar was heart-rending, seemingly accompanied by bitter tears, instantly stunning all the youths in the grand hall who were desperately fighting for their lives against the human-skin monsters.

"Grab the rope!" Mar quickly snapped out of his daze. As a warrior, he was perhaps already accustomed to the sacrifice of comrades, instantly shifting his focus to those who were still alive. While the individuals further back plunged directly into the worm nest, those in the front managed to grab the rope in time; although they collided with the wall, they quickly scrambled to safety with Mar's assistance.

Yan Chixia's attack struck against that palm strike, yet it proved entirely futile, merely triggering a ripple of explosions across the surface of the golden divine palm.

"Everyone has brought gifts. Brother Qiang, where is yours?" Some people truly had a knack for touching raw nerves, bringing up the troublesome issue of Ah Qiang's gift.

As Chen Bo advanced menacingly while brandishing the Yang-Walking saber, that figure seemed deeply wary, continuously drifting and hovering about, yet deliberately refusing to wander too far from that wall—a clear indication that it was waiting for something.

Additionally, the table featured various oysters, some steamed fish from the sea, along with dishes such as smashed cucumbers.

She could tell that her husband was still in a fit of rage, making any explanation at the moment completely futile. The most crucial task right now was how to dissipate the anger residing in his heart. Given the current circumstances, a direct plea for forgiveness seemed bound to fail, leaving her with only one final option. If this strategy proved equally ineffective, she would simply have to pack her bags and leave.

He was practically asking a question to which he already knew the answer. Having carefully calculated her safe period on her fingers, it would have been a miracle if she could still manage to get pregnant.

To maintain cleanliness, she had simply cut her hair short—an act that indisputably marked her as an interesting person.

Suddenly, a powerful hand supported her, pulling her back to the shore. Immediately afterward, an urgent voice sounded beside her ears—a familiar voice, a fond and affectionate call.

The reason Hugo went into such minute detail was his belief that Ribery was capable of delivering and would bring him a pleasant surprise.

More than a month had passed since the death of Wu Xukuan. Over this past month, virtually every day witnessed reshufflings among capital officials of the fourth rank and above, and by today, the lineup had more or less solidified.

With a single arrow shot that shattered the firmament, he pierced straight through, completely penetrating the body of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Bird as a great arc of blood splattered into the air.

At this juncture, what occupied his mind was whether he might seize this current opportunity to accomplish something.