Volume 1 Chapter 23: Being Given the Cold Shoulder

Wan Youquan ordered Kong Chan to bury his remains in a highly sought-after plot of land, hoping to use the resentment lingering in the bones to ruin the feng shui and fortune of that property.

Back at the military camp, everyone rushed to take inventory of weapons and supplies before setting to work on reorganizing the troops. Sea Snake was a strict commander, and the men continued their duties in an orderly fashion.

Jiang Qingyu pondered this for a few seconds after hearing the suggestion, then raised an eyebrow and nodded in agreement.

However, before his words could even fade, a sudden "pfft" sound rang out. One of the soldiers was struck in his unprotected face by a blade, and with a shrill scream, he fell backward.

As for the Junior Guardian’s mansion, it was nothing more than an empty shell; there wasn't even any lamp oil or candles, making it even less hospitable than the home of a commoner. He didn't want to stay there for a single night.

He had once seen a video where a blogger tied a camera to a rooster's neck. No matter how the rooster’s body was turned or swayed, its head remained perfectly steady. Upon reviewing the footage later, it was clear that the camera hadn't moved at all.

"General, what’s wrong? Are we going to war again?" Li Yongwei had developed a taste for the thrill, turning into a war fanatic that Lin Xuan found difficult to comprehend.

Some even began to covet those applications, attempting to seize ownership from Su Chen.

Setting his phone aside, the assistant handed over a piece of paper with the address of a restaurant written on it.

Since it was already night, everyone except the orc guards had drifted off to sleep. Finding the chieftain to arrange a cave for Chihua would have to wait until the next day.

After a few minutes, he only saw Zhang Ran sitting in on the lecture; it seemed he was still an intern and couldn't yet teach regular classes, so he had to observe. He also spotted Xu Ziliang, who had been scared half to death the night before. As for Fu Haibo, he was nowhere to be seen, which meant the guard had been telling the truth.

Strong spiritual interference interrupted the broadcast. Xiao Baizhu realized that his surroundings had reverted to the secret chamber from before, with the sound of wailing ringing in his ears.

Early the next morning, Shi Yingrui and Qin Zhaojuan arrived with the printer Lin Mu had requested, but they both froze the moment they saw him.

The driver bore the brunt of the attack, his head instantly bloodied by the spray of countless glass beads.

As for Anlisia, he could only describe her as exquisite and delicate; no other words sufficed.

As contact between the mainland and Taiwan increased, coupled with the rise of the internet, more and more people began to pay attention to events like award ceremonies.

Jun Wuxie stood on a hill beneath the dark night, clad in purple. How could a face like hers be described merely as cold?

At the very least, you had to know people; otherwise, no one would pay you any mind. Once you knew the right key figures, you would naturally receive attention.

As he spoke, he glanced back at the hospital room, having already guessed why Xue Xiaoni had sent Zhao Fei over. It must have been the noise outside; she was too embarrassed to come out herself, so she sent Zhao Fei to disrupt his good time.

Ever since Lin Mu told her he was going to be a father, her attitude had changed. She became more restrained, carrying a hint of distance—exactly what Lin Mu wanted.

The golden phantom of the Great Peng glowed with a brilliant radiance, as if a burning sun were scorching the eyes of everyone present.

"Second Brother, what happened? Why are you in such a rush?" You Zhipei turned his head and asked me, looking perplexed.

Ren Jingying’s body tipped backward. In her panic, she hurriedly reached out both arms and wrapped them tightly around Li Fei’s waist, noticing immediately how solid his muscles were.

"Director Zhang, you are too kind. I wasn't asleep either," I replied to Director Zhang with a smile over the phone.

"Brother Muyu, didn't you say there would be a great show to watch? There’s nothing here." Shang Bin looked at Muyu and asked. There was no stage built here, nor were there any performers, so where was the great show?

Seeing that the Great Chieftain had given the order, the surrounding crowd had no choice but to retreat far away according to Banruo’s instructions.

After all, the situation on the Sword Tower was not very clear to them; they could only see a rough outline.

True strength, after all, is not something you brag about, nor does it need to be embellished by clothes or accessories.

Why emphasize the soul? Because the countless wonders in this dream world are presented precisely through the combined action of the soul and primordial energy.

Lily was the head of the newly established information center for Wolf Fang. Hearing her call, Wolf Fang didn't dare to be careless and immediately dashed toward the information center with Loli.

Different times and spaces, yet the same experiences. As the years cycle around, one finds themselves going through everything they have lived before.

Hu Ji stared at Hu Siniang, her eyes full of longing. She had just caught the scent of the white fox tribe on Hu Siniang, and having heard her father say that her aunt might have escaped to Wuzuo Continent, she dared to hope.

A resonant, powerful shout rang out, not only imposing and forceful but also laced with a hint of fury.

When Lin Ziyun first practiced the Three Thousand Immortal-Flying Swords, he achieved a decent form within just a few days, and after only a few months of training, he grasped the profound mysteries of the Star Sword. This was a testament to his immense talent, which stemmed primarily from his exceptionally powerful soul.

Constrained by the interference of the Courageous Divine Ring, which made it impossible for him to form the correct incantations, Ye Feng had no choice but to muster all his courage and slash his sword at a Heavenly Fly as massive as a Boeing 747.

Qin Fei’s fair skin was lightly dusted with powder, her lips painted with red rouge, and her brows marked with purple sand. She was like a red lotus blooming in the mortal world, or perhaps a pear blossom in the dust. Her bright eyes swept the room, and with a flick of her slender hands, a purple jade plate appeared in the void.

Although Lin Ziyun did not know specific sword techniques, his Fuxian True Art concealed all manner of lethal arts; how much more so for sword techniques?

There was no helping it; the hearing and vision of a third-stage expert were beyond what a second-stage expert could imagine. Li Moxie hadn't heard or seen a thing, but Granny Hua had already seen it all quite clearly.

Shen Weisheng indicated that he had no desire to engage with them, dragging his cleaning tools away and kicking up a cloud of sand as he went.

A sense of guilt welled up in her heart unknowingly. She looked up at Lin Caizhi, noticing that her expression was indifferent, revealing nothing.