Volume One, Chapter 27: I’ll See You on Your Way

Her family was never short of money; her parents and older brother all held jobs, and she had never asked for a single cent from them since she started her internship. How could her father be corrupt? She did not believe it—she truly could not believe it.

Hiss! A sharp pain flared at Zhu Pingjin’s waist. He looked down to see his wife squinting at him with a wicked grin, her five fingers flashing with cold intent.

"Father!" Rong Yue scolded, stamping her feet lightly. Rong Tian chuckled at the sight, while Qiu Xuan scratched his head and giggled foolishly.

When the audience heard the Magic Physician casually mention "organ transplantation" as if it were a trivial matter, their eyes widened, and they could no longer remain composed.

Once the bandaging was finished, he kept a firm grip on her wrist. Whenever she showed the slightest sign of resistance, his arm would tense, causing the bandaged area to seep a faint red. Su Nian’an stopped struggling; she did not want anyone to get hurt because of her, especially since his current injury was caused by her in the first place.

Moreover, wielding the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Technique took a massive toll on him. With his original strength, he could barely manage to summon divine lightning, let alone unleash four or five bolts of heavenly tribulation. That he managed to hold out until the ninth bolt was only due to the boost provided by the momentum of heaven and earth.

Up on the city tower, the elders of the Su family saw Fang Wubing remain calm under such a fierce assault, gracefully stepping back to evade Su Jiuyan’s lethal strike, and their pupils instantly constricted in shock.

Zhang Tianyi left Binhai with visions of striking it rich, wishing he could be struck by ten million on the street. But then he thought, ten million would weigh over two hundred pounds, and it wouldn't be worth it if he were crushed to death. He pondered the situation in Nanjing after the decline of the Qian family, but no matter how he looked at it, he saw no opportunity to intervene.

"Lin Yan, commander of the provisional musket platoon, reporting," the platoon leader said, kneeling on one knee and bowing toward Zhu Pingjin.

Fang San was stunned; he had not expected Xu Keke to act so coquettishly toward him. Xu Keke was also startled by her own reflexive action and hurriedly shut her mouth. Both fell silent.

She wore a nearly new, honey-colored modified cheongsam, and on her wrist was a chicken-fat yellow amber bracelet—its quality alone suggested it was no cheap trinket. The ring was of Western craftsmanship; the fingernail-sized yellow crystal was nothing special, but the unique part was the setting, inlaid with a circle of tiny diamonds. The delicate craftsmanship made it clear that this was no ordinary mass-produced item.

The Blood Flame Pool, despite its intense name, was not red but cyan, which left Gu Nian deeply curious. Only when standing right beside the pool could one feel the immense heat and spiritual energy radiating from it.

Yun Hao, his spiritual pressure drained, had no strength left to dodge and could only struggle to raise his Yelan blade in defense.

It was precisely because of this that such pure character, while noble, was not encouraged, as it made one easily deceived.

"Come, please, step inside." Seeing this, the Grand Elder stroked his beard and smiled, shaking his head as he invited Ye Ruming into the inner courtyard of the Yuan family.

These matters were handled behind closed doors within the Sun family, and no word had leaked out yet. At the very least, when Xu Keke returned to the Du family, no one knew of the incident. Nor did she mention it.

"Chu Yuan, although I know you already have a partner and logically I shouldn't like someone who is taken, I don't know why, but I like you so much—I like you deeply! Just be my boyfriend, okay?" Ke Jianghua’s gaze was utterly sincere.

Xiao Chong and Lianshan exchanged a glance, seeing in each other’s eyes the decision they had both made. They then looked toward Qingluo and Heimeng, who were keeping their heads low, and Xiao Chong smiled, saying...

A-Long the Monster leaped up from the ground, not bothering to retrieve his axe and shield, and stumbled a few steps toward Xi Feng. He extended his right hand and, with his last bit of strength, slapped toward Xi Feng.

Empress Liu looked toward Chu Yi, only to see him wearing a look of calm, as if the massive orb of light before them had not caused even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Li Xiao was fierce, but he wasn't her type; he was more like a staple food to her—a good friend, perhaps, but the man of her dreams was someone like Dazhuang, who looked a bit foolish but possessed a hidden, sharp wit.

With a loud boom, the powerful shockwave exploded, and debris rained down upon the ground.

Although the situation was dire, who dared to step forward and move the two corpses from the stone lion’s mouth? And who could guarantee that the invisible Du Lian Jialong wasn't still right beside the bodies?

At the very moment the sword light took shape, that tall figure suddenly flashed into existence in the space to the left.

His words dealt such a profound shock to Nan Weng that the spirit within the Blood-Sucking Sword seized the opportunity to begin influencing him.

Yang Ling’s ability to intimidate was formidable; fifteen minutes later, Jin Tianyi arrived, though he did not speak—the large, dark circles under his eyes were proof enough that his words had been correct.

In the Yue Kingdom alone, there were seven major sects, seven schools that stood above the secular world. How many points would that be?

Taking such a massive risk to gamble on his feelings for her was a gamble with her life, and naturally, she was afraid; what drove her was the deep, bloody vendetta of her Cold family.

After the words slipped out, she suddenly felt a sense of dread—dread that she might hear Chen Yuxuan say he regretted it.

That was exactly what she planned; she had prepared a grand gift for Fu Yisheng, one she had been planning for a long time. He would surely be delighted when he received it.

The Daoist could only offer a bitter smile; his internal energy had been shattered by the arrow just now, so how could he possibly deflect another?

He immediately used his soul power to condense a sharp blade and began to peel the withered skin from the surface of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix’s corpse, his technique surprisingly skillful.

I stood with my hands behind my back, casting a glance at this unfortunate fellow. No wonder he dared to show up with such pathetic cultivation; it turned out his intelligence was flawed.