Volume 1, Chapter 48: When Adversaries Meet on a Narrow Path

"Yes, if I do not defer to the Empress Mother, Prince Jing's estate will likely never know a moment of peace. My affection can only bring harm to the Marquis of Wu'an. If she were truly to become my Princess Consort, the Empress Mother would summon her to the palace daily to drill her in court etiquette. Bound by the constraints of filial piety then, who could possibly help her?" Xiao Mucheng said, utterly dejected.

They all say that a single spark can start a prairie fire, so why was it that the tiny flame of his romance, the moment it flickered into existence, had been so ruthlessly extinguished?

"Mucheng, you are being sensible. Your Imperial Brother's forbidding you from taking a wife and having children was merely said in anger; do not take it to heart. Look, I will certainly betroth you to a maiden who satisfies the Empress Mother. I guarantee she will be of immaculate reputation and noble birth, leaving the Empress Mother with no room for fault..."

Of course, the reason Andrew hadn't gone directly to the Prime Minister was also because he wasn't entirely sure whether Zheng Jianguo would actually dabble in human cloning.

"Are you finished with your work?" Qin Luofan reached out to gently smooth down the slightly disheveled long hair on her forehead, his touch infinitely tender.

Though she spoke of death, a faint smile still lingered on her lips. In her heart, was human life truly as worthless as blades of grass?

Jiang Sibei explicitly emphasized that the supernatural entity he spoke of had nothing to do with Gu Qingwu, who was by Li Heng's side.

If all of these spiritual roots could be brought back to the wasteland, it would undoubtedly bestow boundless benefits upon Zhou Yang.

The shopping mall remained bustling with activity. There were the footsteps of coming and going customers, the sound of chatter, and a faint hum of noise. However, the milk tea shop was slightly quieter, playing soft solo piano music that lent people a greater sense of tranquility.

The next morning, on the way to send her parents off to the railway station, Pei Ningle's mother finally couldn't help asking.

Yet, what kind of dream would Lu Qi actually see? In her mind's eye, what kind of image would he ultimately transform into?

She grabbed Yue'e and swam hard toward the shore, but people drowning lose their wits. Feeling Sizhen approaching, Yue'e clung to her desperately as if she were a straw of life, pinning down her arms and legs.

Throughout the entire process, Tongtong's reaction was very subdued. Once the meal was served, she simply buried her head and ate diligently, not taking the initiative to say anything to me. Only when I questioned her would she give me a brief reply of a word or two.

This meant that this particular mystic realm expedition was coming to an end, and next would be the time for the cultivators, laden with bountiful harvests, to emerge from within.

There was a village nestled at the foot of Canglong Ridge. For the past six months or more, Mu Sanqian had watched with his own eyes as the villagers gradually migrated away, leaving behind only the elderly and feeble who had nowhere else to go and were forced to stay behind. Every time he descended the mountain, Mu Sanqian would stop here to rest, and over time, he had even made a few familiar friends whom he could converse with.

Pushing forward at lightning speed without a single stop along the way, he had depleted a vast amount of Nirvana Qi, and a trace of weariness still lingered in his eyes.

The scorching intensity of the battle not only made the bristled boar irritable, but even Yao Xing, watching from the sidelines, grew impatient. All the more so for Wang Cuishan, who had been constantly on the passive defensive in the arena; his patience was also steadily wearing thin.

This courtyard at the back actually comprised two compounds with successive courtyards, boasting probably over a dozen rooms and covering an area of at least three to four hundred square meters. One could only wonder how much wealth this Wang Ben had amassed through running a gambling den.

Jun Lan shook her head, still fixing her gaze intently on Chen Xuan, as if she would not rest until she had coaxed an explanation out of him.

Li Hanyun was momentarily stunned, only then realizing that the horned eagle had not spread its wings and flown away. Instead, with a pair of blood-red eyes, its talons were scratching deep gouges into the ground just a few paces away. It harbored a bone-deep hatred for these few individuals and was determined to tear them to pieces before calling it quits.

"That's hard to say, but by convention, trials in the Deep Blue Prairie typically don't last longer than two months. You can come back in a month," the guard said.

"But the two-headed chicken's offensive is so ferocious; I'm afraid Yu Ming wouldn't be able to withstand even a single casual blow!" Yao Xing remained deeply concerned.

Yang You was equally dumbfounded, and moreover, the voice conveyed by this willpower seemed... familiar to him?

Therefore, what we ought to be doing right now is figuring out how to open this Phoebe zhennan coffin, rather than dealing with the upper corpse residing inside.

Only after watching her figure appear by the upstairs window did He Liuyang set his mind at ease and drive back to the military unit. Watching He Liuyang leave, Qin Ting took out her phone. After a prolonged silence, she finally pressed the digits of the number so deeply ingrained in her mind.

Having just witnessed Hu Zhishi and his four companions being brutally slaughtered by Lu Wei, those four men were already scared out of their wits. Seeing Lu Wei approach, they trembled like cicadas in winter, retaining not a shred of an immortal cultivator's composure or arrogance.

Earlier, when he was searching for a way out within the hall, he had also visited this side chamber. Who would have thought that the empty ground would conceal a morphing restriction masking a teleportation array? However, given the old fellow's mastery of formations, even if he had known of its existence at the time, he probably would have found it difficult to break through in a short span.

By using an instant-activation teleportation talisman, the initiative remained entirely in the disciple's hands; the moment they sensed danger, they could activate it immediately and make their escape.

Qin Ting nodded. Indeed. Having a husband who held a high-ranking position in a secret military department would undoubtedly draw the envy of others and ensure she never fell behind anyone.

It was precisely this miniaturization problem that had plagued the cultivation world until the advent of the saber sheath. After all, sabers were different from seals; large seal-type magical treasures relied on coercion and might for combat, whereas saber-type magical treasures emphasized speed and fatal striking power.

Noticing Lu Wei pausing to examine the items, the stall owner raised his head slightly and asked softly. Since a broken magical treasure could never be repaired, the stall owner directly referred to the fragments of the short blade as raw materials.

Her words had barely crossed her lips by two syllables when she faltered slightly, staring in a daze at the somewhat bizarre scene unfolding inside the office, momentarily forgetting what she had intended to say.

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Another criminal remarked, "He's no martial arts master; he's practically Superman! I shot him square in the chest, and he wasn't hurt at all. It's simply unbelievable and terrifying—I never imagined the superheroes in movies actually existed in reality."

Intermingled with these were the voices of his own companions, but amidst the cacophony, Liu Liang couldn't make out what they were shouting at all.

He had no idea whether this was the methodology of a higher-dimensional lifeform or something else entirely. He had only ever witnessed a fraction of a similar ability in Zuo Kuang previously, but it was nowhere near as refined as Dolores.

He was draped in a straw raincoat, wore a bamboo conical hat, carried a bamboo basket on his back, and held a verdant bamboo staff in his hand.

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Cinderella was very obedient, her lips moving incessantly, but her pretty face grew increasingly pale, clearly indicating a heavy consumption of energy.

After it was proven that the fluctuations of magic and battle qi could be perfectly shielded, he ventured to start employing void power. At that moment, a trace of tension fluttered in his heart, because this was Tisigal's home. Once he failed and was discovered by the Church, it would likely implicate her.

These two contrasting shifts gave me the eerie sensation of a single actor playing dual roles. If Yang Fei hadn't mentioned it beforehand, I truly would have suspected her of suffering from dissociative identity disorder. But one thing I should be very clear about right now is that there must be something hidden within her.