Volume One, Chapter 45: Aunt Guo Should Know the Truth

Shen Long ushered Chen Hua into the reception parlor before taking his leave under the pretext of retrieving an item.

That night, Lin Fan helped them completely purge all the lingering negative emotions from their hearts, restoring profound peace and tranquility to their souls. Utilizing dual-cultivation techniques, he guided them one by one through their respective internal energy cultivation methods.

Having anticipated a quiet opening day with very few patients, Li Shiming was surprised to see a multitude of both familiar and unfamiliar faces arrive right from the start.

Yet, despite this state, she nimble-fingeredly stripped off her clothes in an instant.

She buried herself directly into Gu Zeyu's arms, her shoulders shaking with sobs as she wept, presenting a truly pitiful sight that tugged at the heartstrings.

As his voice carried outward, the numerous hidden martial arts experts and grand figures who had been lying in wait could not help but wear expressions of astonishment.

Seeing him arrive, Niu Yutao looked utterly flabbergasted. Too hurried to invite him further inside, he hurriedly ushered him into the side chamber.

While speaking, Zhou Qingqing did not slow her hands, coordinating seamlessly with Commander Zheng to continue treating the remaining casualties.

After seeing everyone off, Lin Zhengyang sighed as he looked at the ledger filled completely with entries.

Perhaps due to being preoccupied with these unsettled vexations, he no longer had the mood to pester me, did he?

Ruan Tingting glanced toward her parents and caught the clear encouragement shining in their eyes. She then looked at Yang Ming, suddenly feeling a strange, budding sensation stir within her toward him.

"Could the condition for opening the passage simply be telling a joke?" The prefect suddenly recalled the legend of the Faceless Master.

Watching Ling and Gao depart, Lu Yunzhong slumped limply into his chair, his complexion ashen and his spirit completely crushed.

Sun Zhigong wore a troubled expression. Although Long Pingfan had indeed saved his son's life, the Sun family's forbidden arts had been strictly enjoined by their ancestors to be passed down exclusively to direct descendants. To impart them to Long Pingfan would violate the ancestral precepts.

In truth, anyone who trained their physique and engaged in combat could never tolerate provocation. Zhao Yu was no exception.

The Flying Hero's stamina was gradually failing. Spotting an opening, Park Jae-yin lashed out with a kick to the Flying Hero's flank. The Flying Hero let out a muffled grunt of agony before someone instantly pinned his head down and slammed it heavily onto the table with a loud crash.

While being the young master of the Hegemonic Determination Sect implied danger, it also signified supreme glory—especially now that the sect had re-emerged into the world, making this identity supremely prestigious. Yet, Zhao Yu actually rejected it.

"How audacious and lawlessness! Right under the emperor's very nose, how dare he act so presumptuously? You two, go teach him a lesson on this princess's behalf." Jianning arched her delicate brows in anger and issued orders to her attendants.

Despite having made numerous preparations, the moment Sun Yanling's figure materialized before Sizhen, she still widened her eyes in disbelief, as though it were a recurrence of her countless dreams, fearing that if she reached out to touch him, the person before her would vanish.

Even though it was still late March, the rose buds had already quietly burst forth, filling the entire field with a subtle, delicate fragrance of roses.

Leaning against the thick, icy wall on a sunlit afternoon, Aunt Yu felt an inescapable chill seep into her bones.

Her words sounded normal enough; although security guards were present to maintain order, since these were genuine expressions of blessing, it would truly be inappropriate to forcibly drag her away, leaving no choice but to let her be.

At that moment, confronted by Bai Xing's disdainful remarks, the madness deeply buried in Sato's bones was finally provoked.

Daring not to lower his guard, he dodged the massive serpent maw and swung his foot, landing a fierce kick squarely on the snake's head.

From the moment Li Ruan pushed the door open, Xi Leng's gaze had never left her. Was she that pleasing to the eye?

With a sudden exertion of force from his fingers, a crisp crack broke Li Ergou's wrist, sending the scissors clattering to the ground.

Upon stepping into the courtyard, Song Hanzhu discovered the front door wide open and items scattered all over the ground. Rushing inside, she found that the old box television, the previous century's sewing machine, and the vintage radio—in fact, all the furniture—were completely gone, leaving behind only the bare earthen brick bed amidst utter devastation.

A heavy silence lingered inside the master car, casting a depressing atmosphere. The two men in the front seats occasionally glanced into the rearview mirror, but seeing the master's gloomy expression, neither dared to utter a sound.

Hua Zhi huffed indignantly, turned over to face Chu Yu on the inner side, and fell asleep back-to-back with Wuying, neither of them speaking another word.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Chu Luo. Without looking back, Chu Luo wrapped an arm around her waist and kept his gaze fixed ahead, his handsome face utterly calm, as if embracing her like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Neither of them had anticipated that the spider possessed such explosive power, injuring the two mighty experts to the point of incapacitation.

Ding Hao felt as though he were walking through the set of an ancient costume television drama from his past life, suddenly overcome by a surreal sense of time-travel.

As the smartphone slipped from his grasp, he snapped back to reality, gently gripped her arms with both hands, and pushed her away firmly and resolutely.

"...I told him I had already found a boyfriend and didn't want to keep waiting, so... we're considered over." Liang Yihan closed her eyes, preferring to let go rather than shatter the most beautiful image of herself in his heart.

[Sealing Slash] was the sole defensive technique among the Seven Mystic Slashes, evolved from Qi Qingshan's [Closed Doors to Visitors Sword Style] and integrated with defensive arts from various other Snowy State sects. It could be said to harbor defensive intent within offensive moves, while concealing lethal intent within its defense. As the transitional technique among the seven forms of the Seven Mystic Slashes, it had consumed the greatest share of Ding Hao's thought and effort.