Chapter 140: The Power of the Nine Netherworlds

Seeing her companion killed, Rong Wanyi did not show the slightest ripple of emotion, as if all of this were entirely natural.

"Truly cold-blooded indeed!"

Chen Yang glanced at Rong Wanyi. "What do you plan to do next?"

Rong Wanyi said nothing more; her cold eyes merely stared fixedly at the other girl.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

The flower-adorned doorway and the stone wall beside it looked thoroughly ordinary now, especially after having passed through so many alleys before arriving here.

Xu Meifeng looked at her husband with anxious eyes, continuously casting him sidelong glances. Why on earth did her mother-in-law want to live here? She certainly had no desire to wait on her.

Perhaps lulled by the previously comfortable atmosphere, although Leng Changlin spoke thus, he actually felt no inclination to get up.

Liu Buyi's expression, however, gradually grew gloomy, because within these few brief sentences, fully two of them concerned him.

No matter how Bai Shixian pleaded or how stubbornly she refused to leave, Bai Chongjin ultimately carried her away.

Shi Dalai led his companions deep into the willow grove and unearthed a shimmering silver iron sword from a pile of rocks.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It's getting late, I'll go make dinner for you!" Leng Changlin finally stopped teasing Xiang Wan, lowered his head to kiss her cheek, and turned to walk into the kitchen.

Dead or alive, all their dignity had been thoroughly thrown away by this Gu Lanzhi today anyway. Since they couldn't drag her back, they might as well follow along and see just how she intended to deal with these three siblings.

Last night, facing the black bear, he had felt a profound sense of crisis, experiencing for the very first time just how perilous the world outside Tianlun Temple truly was.

It was rumored that this person was exceptionally generous when acquiring shares, snapping up eighty percent of the hotel's stock in a single stroke. Yet nobody knew his true identity, save for one detail: Williams Mo hailed from America.

Just at that moment, Situ Hai had closed in tightly, holding absolute certainty of hitting Mo Moming. The instant Mo Moming turned to run, Situ Hai pulled the trigger repeatedly. Bullet after bullet tore through the air, accompanied by gunfire, rapidly bypassing numerous street thugs and hurtling straight toward Mo Moming's chest.

Hearing Biruo's inquiry, Xiyue did not reply immediately. Instead, a string of crystal-clear teardrops quietly streamed down the corners of her eyes.

Watching Mingmo depart, a tender warmth suffused Xuanlong's gaze, falling drop by drop like spring rain nourishing the earth.

Rong Jin had always scoffed at the pet name Rong Lan, and consequently let out a noncommittal hum.

Fear, suspicion, and anger—these tangled emotions surged within Qingqing, causing turmoil beneath her calm exterior.

Pushing the door open, she found the table inside indeed laden with food and a pot of wine, complete with cups and chopsticks. The steaming dishes clearly looked as though they had just been delivered.

Dawn arrived. Mo Moming had toiled through the entire night without a single moment to close his eyes. Overwhelming exhaustion instantly flooded his cerebral nerves, and no longer able to hold on, he dozed off for just a brief moment when his phone suddenly rang.

Hearing Erqing speak thus, Pianpian's lips curved into a smile once more. Erqing still cared about her, didn't she?

Mingren offered a rogue's grin, a remarkably crafty smile that made it hard to imagine how such a usually taciturn and cold man could possess this side to him.

Looking at Zhao Siqi's flustered figure, Ye Chenyi sneered inwardly, thinking: Clearly smitten to the point of desperation, yet completely lacking the guts to make a real move.

First, he sent Mai Bao toys, then he kept popping up to pester her, and now he was gifting her a house under the guise of old city redevelopment. She truly had no idea what his intentions were.

With a substantial amount of magic raw stones already in his possession, the emperor wouldn't harbor any suspicions.

When Mike Phelan received the news, he felt they should not continue the cooperation, but to his surprise, Ferguson paid it no mind and firmly settled the partnership on the spot.

"What a brilliant five losses and five victories! Hearing Fengxiao put it this way, I have nothing more to worry about!" Liu Xie clapped his hands and laughed.

At the Hour of Zi (midnight), Baili Changfeng took advantage of the dim night and carried Hehuan's body into the Hehuan Forest. It was only the second time he had ever entered this woods.

Indifferent to the political maneuvers of the netherworld yet transcending all mortal beings within it, Mount Heishan itself served as the Tenth Palace among the Ten Palaces—the Wheel-Turning Palace. The Dali Heavenly Dynasty was a rather prestigious heavenly dynasty located within the territory governed by the Wheel-Turning Palace. According to the Black Mountain Ghost King's account, this Dali Heavenly Dynasty held the greatest promise of ascending to an imperial dynasty within the entire Wheel-Turning domain.

"Alright then, remember to step up your training and don't let the fundamentals slip." Only then did Tang Nan display a trace of a smile.

Publicly or privately, he was already a traitor to Da Kang. As a great general of Da Kang who had lived for over a hundred thousand years, Jun Wuhen knew that even if he returned, Guo Jia could use that intelligence to have the Great Emperor of Da Kang execute him ten times over.

"Cheng An, say no more. I cannot sacrifice this physical vessel just to have the child in my womb aborted," Su Ruoyao stated with unshakeable resolve.

Su Ruoyao always felt that at such moments he was like an ox, whereas during those passionate nights he was like a wild horse breaking free from its corral—a mere beast. Yet this beast burned with intense affection.

At the Xingtian Academy hospital, medical treatment for students within the school was generally free of charge, unless it involved expensive medications or intractable ailments that required payment.

Seeing that Su Mu had no desire to elaborate further, and already shocked by Su Mu's sudden formidable strength and altered appearance, he dared not probe too deeply. Following Su Mu's inquiries, he recounted everything that had transpired during Su Mu's absence.

One of them even appeared to be utilizing Wind Spiritual Roots for their techniques—what a pity. Had he not come to wade into these murky waters, given that person's aptitude, their future path to the Great Dao might have held immense promise.

The two sat waiting in a cafe adjacent to the airport. Because the establishment was quite upscale, patrons were few, rendering it very quiet. For Xu Renguang, it was rather pleasant. As for the consumption prices here—perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, a cup of coffee costing seventy or eighty was indeed not cheap, but to Young Master Xu, it was utterly inconsequential.

As if she had found a warm harbor, she instantly released all her anxiety and wiped away her tears while weeping softly like rain beating down on pear blossoms.

Although the five dynasties later dispatched powerful figures to suppress the rebellion, they could not stem the spread of public opinion.

The sight before him caused the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade's heart to brighten: Indeed, Luo Wushen was truly here. But under what pretext could he gain entry? Forcibly breaking through was clearly out of the question, so he would simply have to play rogue.

Anshaoli cast a fierce, glaring look at him, then instantly switched to a benevolent expression as he turned toward An Xining.

The moment Henry Stuttgart saw Pei Chu appear, his pupils constricted sharply, and his eyes similarly flickered with astonishment.