Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Jiang Family Are Jiang Ruozhen’s Blades

The ice island remained within the stormy seas, though the waters further north were surprisingly calm, lacking the dangers of the previous expanse. Ye Xuan took to the air, heading toward the distance; with the transit permit in hand, everything became much simpler.

The change in the filming schedule the next day drew dissatisfaction from many fans of the artists. Those who had originally declared they would not watch the movie if Qin Mo were not in it were clearly acting according to a plan.

Murong Zixuan and Liguna were so immersed in their sense of novelty that they remained completely oblivious to the approaching danger.

"Me." As Bai Moyu opened his mouth, the osmanthus cake slipped in. He instantly smelled a faint, delicate fragrance—a unique scent, not overwhelming, yet it lingered persistently at the tip of his nose.

After all, Poseidon the Sea God represented the supreme imperial authority at that time, somewhat equivalent to the status of the Heavenly Court in the Immortal Realm; Poseidon could be viewed as the "Heavenly Emperor."

Nuwa turned and returned to the Palace of the Empress, and after a short tour, she threw herself back into her research.

Unwilling to let others see him in such a state, he claimed to be ill. The Emperor offered a few perfunctory words of concern, and Li Zhongsheng even went so far as to send for a physician, laden with various tonics and precious medicinal herbs, only to have the man and his gifts unceremoniously chased away before even crossing the threshold.

Shi Hao thought to himself, though he did not act on it; he intended to save the remaining half of the Seven-Tailed Dove meat for the Shi and Jinyang tribes.

After Bai Shiyin finished speaking, she urged Qin Mo not to tell Shen Jin. Just then, Xi Xi, held in Bai Shiyin’s arms, seemed agitated, struggling to climb out. Bai Shiyin instinctively glanced toward the window but saw nothing.

In an instant, black-gold light swirled around Xia Fan, and he unleashed a punch with his bare hand toward Zhang Yuanxing before him.

In his hand, the black bamboo was slender and straight, three feet long and as thin as an infant’s wrist. It was as clear as jade, with light flowing across its surface, brilliant and gleaming; within the deep black, wisps of red light and purple energy emanated, appearing extraordinary.

Liu Sanqian had lived for over twenty years without parents, friends, or companions. This was not because she was cold-hearted or difficult to approach, but because she was unlucky to the extreme; to put it colloquially, her misfortune was such that even drinking cold water could get stuck in her teeth.

That evening, Mo Yu and Mo Lian volunteered to keep watch. The others did not object, figuring it was only a matter of time.

This time, shattering the bones was slightly more difficult than before because the strength of the bones and physical body had increased. Even with the medicinal power of the Rain-Mist Fruit, it still took three quarters of an hour.

Under the intense argument between Zheng Ming and Arthur, the tent fell into an unbearable silence. As the two men stared at each other in stony silence, the others attending the meeting felt restless.

Saye had by then mastered the [Demonic Soul Curse], thoroughly demonizing his soul; his power was beyond the reach of the old chieftain. Thus, the plan ended in tragedy, and Saye earned the title of "Devil" because of that terrifying battle.

Strangely and grotesquely, due to the interplay of light and shadow and the distribution of tree species, no matter which direction one walked, one eventually felt as if they had walked in a circle and returned to the start.

The players in the stands, elevated thousands of meters high, could see everything below in an instant. Even if they couldn't see the people clearly, the large screens high above provided a crystal-clear view.

Moreover, even if someone had wanted to compete, they would have yielded out of respect for the Red Moon Hall.

The Shen family members thought Lin Xie was surrendering, so they ceased their attacks, though they remained on high alert, surrounding him tightly.

I stood there, stunned and unresponsive, the words of King Qin Guang echoing in my mind like a thunderclap, causing my brain to roar.

As time passed, those who had been terrified gradually changed their view of the undead under Lisi’s reassurance; in the end, they even grew fond of these silent soldiers.

The Lord of Thunder City and the heads of the three great families saw the giant ghost-head phantom in the sky.

"Consider your head! Don't even think about it!" Seeing Qin Feng’s pushy demeanor, Su Ruyun feigned anger.

"Grandmother... it’s getting late. Why don't we cook some corn porridge and make a scallion pancake?" Song Jinghao thought, knowing that cooking rice took too long.

Shen Junhua smiled slightly, took a sheet of rice paper from his sleeve, and presented it to Chairman Qu with both hands.

Yu Tang gathered her composure, intending to ask for advice, when she saw the Second Mistress, having finished seeing off her guests, leading Mother Ji toward the tea room.

The scene just now—let alone the children of the Lixing Academy—was too much for even Chu Jiayin to bear.

"Didn't the Master already say earlier? If you have any thoughts, you can ask the Demon King directly." Bu Tianlan would not answer questions about her origins directly.

Upon hearing this, Jian Ning felt a lump in her throat, her eyes welling with tears. Yet, there was nothing she could do.

It was said that the old city lord found the words "Qingfeng" (Clear Wind) to be poetic and loved them so much that he renamed the city Qingfeng City.

"He was speaking the truth. If you refuse to believe it, go inside the sunken palace and you will understand everything." Su Nan finally spoke, looking at Gao Yuan with a firm gaze.

The host shouted the name everyone was waiting for three times with high-pitched enthusiasm.

The weather was sweltering, the height of midsummer, and the chill from the heavy rains of the previous period had long since vanished.

Jiang Chu had not expected Shen Mu to ask this, and his expression was so grave that it left her lingering in fear. She had never seen such a complex look on his face: cold, sinister, and laced with faint sorrow and helplessness.

Ning Rongrong naturally did not believe it. After all, she had often heard her father talk about innate full spirit power, which usually only appeared when one possessed a powerful martial spirit upon awakening.

The class monitor had already branded Shen Mu a philanderer who kept a steady partner at home while chasing others outside. A look of disdain flashed in her eyes, yet she obediently agreed.

Wang Junjie hadn't committed a crime, so why were they here showing video calls to the old folks? Did Wang Junjie really have such influence that he could get people as refined as city folk to show filial piety to his elders on his behalf?