Volume One, Chapter 42: The Old Madam Is, After All, the Jiang Family’s Old Madam

"No, Eldest Miss, you had better go back. The Old Madam does not wish to see you."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhinian froze for a moment. Her grandmother had never been unwilling to see her before.

Besides, how could she not be anxious when her grandmother had fallen ill this time?

However, he never paid much attention to irrelevant people. Therefore, his footsteps merely paused briefly before he continued walking outward.

Outside, the driver, Guard Liuyun, had dropped his usual cold expression. Right now, he was driving the carriage with a bewildered look, feeling his blood rush backward and a shudder run through his entire body. Was this really the master he had known for more than a dozen years? Which one was the real him?

To some extent, the second trial, considered far more dangerous by the old fellow Wu Jian, turned out to be the easiest for Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi and Liu Wuxin snapped to full awareness, lifting their gaze only to meet a pair of piercing, profound, and abyssal eyes. They were as deep as an abyss, vast as the ocean, and boundless as the starry cosmos, yet devoid of even a shred of human emotion within the pupils.

"What is going on? Why didn't you mention before that we were going on a vacation today?" He had intended to take Sheng Sheng out on a date during the break.

He gazed deeply at Lu Ningning, his obsidian-like black eyes brimming with deep affection and an unfathomable tenderness.

Ever since the two commanders, Yinyue and Muyu, were punished on account of the Princess Consort, the guards within the Prince Yu Manor had tacitly reached a mutual understanding.

Though reluctant to admit it, their strength indeed far surpassed that of their peers. Even when taking the stage first to defend the ring against up to two or three opponents at once, they felt not the slightest bit of fear.

The heart aperture is the repository of the purest primordial yang essence and blood of the human body, making it the most yang-dominant and scorching region. Although sealing the wound with the supremely yin and frigid frost-moon aura had stabilized the injury, he remained temporarily unable to exert his strength, and the toll on his physical constitution was immense.

Before the dawn had even arrived—when the night was at its deepest—Haige jolted awake from an extremely restless dream.

Upon hearing the deacon's earth-shattering words, the expressions of the crowd turned exceptionally grim, each of them looking as though the sky were collapsing upon them.

"As long as you let me go today, I can make you a branch master. Furthermore, whatever Qin Lie and Li Tian can give you, I will triple it. How about it?" Chen强的诱惑说道 (Chen Qiang tempted persuasively). His intention was not what he offered, but rather to buy time.

Every single physique was exceedingly rare, yet right now, their blood was treated as common as cabbages, piled up in heaps right here.

"Master is truly Master. Even after passing away for so long, he can still effortlessly influence so many top-tier alchemists." Ye Tianchen smiled faintly to himself.

However, even if Shangguan Kuangfeng were to spare him temporarily, he would certainly not let him off at the Immortal Cultivation Assembly; this merely bought him a few extra breaths of life.

A split second later, a dazzling blue radiance erupted from her body, instantly transforming the surrounding area into a realm of ice. Terrifying frigid qi surged toward Huang Hongxiao from all directions.

"Agreed!" Wu Shisan nodded, then instructed the others to wait outside while he and Su Qi took Ji Li and walked inward.

The fist slammed into the black saber, knocking it out of his hand instantly and sending Okada Shinzou staggering back more than ten steps.

At this distance, killing him would be as easy as child's play for Tian Erniao. However, instead of killing him, he cast a tracking seal upon him.

Lin Fan's expression shifted drastically as he immediately recalled the agonizing experience from last time—being boiled alive in a massive cauldron. That feeling worse than death made him wonder if he truly might perish.

Prior to the expedition, Zhang He and Gao Lan had been front-runners for the position of commanding generals, effectively acting as rivals. Now that Gao Lan was asking Zhang He to break out through the encirclement of tens of thousands of troops, what would Zhang He think? This was clearly an attempt to kill someone with a borrowed knife.