Chapter 1: Great Fortune, a Destiny Sacred Treasure, the Sect Master's Transmission (2/2, Three Thousand Characters)

Everyone present not only spoke up, but a great many had already begun pressing toward Ning Fuchen — they could not let a villain who treated human life like grass go unpunished.

Jiang Xinyu's voice, which clearly sounded like cold mockery, made Yue Fei acutely embarrassed as well.

All around, it was as if a demon that had been sleeping deep had suddenly awoken — countless vines sprouted from the ground, stretching like the tentacles of an octopus toward the spot where Ning Fuchen sat cross-legged.

The veins on Chu Yanzhi's forehead suddenly bulged, and with a dark expression he walked toward Xiao Xiwei step by step, like a raging wild beast.

"Would Your Ladyship like this old servant to announce your arrival?" Zhang Shichang raised his head, looked at Yan Guifei, and said softly.

As those words fell, a light laugh suddenly drifted down from overhead — casual, unintentional, yet tinged with a wordless familiarity.

She thought that Xizhi must have guessed Chu Yanzhi's intention as well; only, though he clearly knew it was a trap, for her sake he had no choice but to leap into it. And although Chu Muzhi had seen that something was wrong, he never doubted or opposed Xizhi's decisions, so he did not stop Xizhi.

At the same time, he finally understood why Niu Huizhang had not come — if he had, he would probably have lost half his life here.

But since the enemy had already arrived, coming out was still better than staying inside the city to deal with them. What Li Ziyuan had not expected, however, was that these newly arrived enemy troops were unusually tenacious in combat. Moreover, the excellent quality of their equipment was also somewhat beyond Li Ziyuan's expectations — they turned out to be a half-American-equipped unit.

Liao Fan gave a faint smile. Since Sun Boyong had followed him, he could be said to have given his all, never once making a slip. Having such a logistics chief was a very fortunate thing for both Liao Fan and Taihangshan.

His head resting between his folded hands, he stared with lifeless eyes, his mind unwilling to think of anything more, unwilling to recall anything more.

The bright moon hung like a plate, pouring down a pale silver light that dyed the whole of Green Mountain in a layer of pure, hazy white.

Not long after entering the mountain cave, Li Tianyou saw all manner of swords embedded in the stone walls — some with blades sharp beyond compare, others dull and lusterless.

The implication being: do you really think Senior Disciple Liang cannot handle that Zhao Wushuang of the Zhao family, who only has eighth-layer cultivation?

As his figure flashed and shifted, he wielded the divine bow with great abandon; every move and stance sent streaks of flowing light streaming forth, shooting out through the dazzling gaps of the whip formation.

Wave after wave of shouts kept coming. Zhu You sat in the Yanshan Sword Sect seating area, glancing distractedly around, hoping to catch sight of Fu Can's shadow.

But time no longer allowed Li Ziyuan to deliberate further. Upon receiving intelligence that the grain transport train had already departed, he immediately began making arrangements — concentrating two companies plus the only Gaoshe Jijiang as the main attacking force, while the rest of the troops spread out along both flanks of the ambush zone to prepare to block reinforcements.

He squatted down tenderly in front of Sun Yuanyuan's wheelchair, used his left hand to pull away Sun Yuanyuan's right hand that was covering her face, then opened his right arm and gently embraced Sun Yuanyuan with just one arm.

Ye Tian was slightly surprised to hear she had a car, but said nothing. Once he cultivated to the late peak of Qi Refining, he could wield a flying sword and travel through the air on its back — at that point, what use would a car be?

But the opponents on the other side were probably afraid that a careless move would damage the formation and release whatever was inside, so they had not dared to use any high-powered ability attacks.

And there were only two possible explanations for this situation: either his Cause and Effect with Xiang Tianyu had already ended, or he was already dead.

"Without the Sovereign's command, we will not." Huayu replied with pride — for them to be released, they still had to await the Sovereign's order.

"Nineteen years old, the prime of youth — may I ask what reason made you want to come to this stage?" Zhou Dong asked.

She lifted her head and looked at me, so I could only stare back at her expressionlessly, then pretend nothing had happened, as if I knew nothing, and turned my head away.

First, his own fate-thread had been attacked by some unknown force; although he had wounded his opponent, he himself had also been hurt quite badly.

The culprit, Ling'er, was perched on Su Yunyan's shoulder, laughing so hard she could not close her mouth, leaping and fluttering about as if she had picked up a lollipop, brimming with joy.

What was worse, Sun Yuanyuan's mother, in order to repay debts, had gone to work at a nightclub behind her husband's back, contracted a venereal disease, and three years earlier had drowned herself in shame.

Ye Wucheng, protected by Ye Huancheng and the guards of Pingjiang Prince's Residence, saw the scene before her and bit down hard on her silver teeth.

She had also thought of calling Mo Youting to ask his advice, but after yesterday's scene with Qi Meizhen, she now did not dare to provoke the Mo family again. She agonized over it all the way until noon, when her colleagues all went to the cafeteria to eat. Du Ruo was about to go as well, when she suddenly received a call from Qiao Anming.

Everyone present, except An Ruoran, stared at Leng Dianchen in stunned disbelief — as if they could not believe Leng Dianchen was actually eating grilled fish again.

"Lord Shensi, the news has been obtained — the one who came is Yu Fei!" At the same time, inside the shrine family, a servant hurried forward.

"How am I talking nonsense? I'm just going by the logic you laid out." Ye Qingcheng shot back.

Back at the villa, a doctor was already waiting. After Ye Hansheng carried me into the room, the doctor immediately bandaged me up. The doctor said the wound was not deep, but still gave me a tetanus shot just in case of infection. Ye Hansheng, however, was not reassured, so the doctor could only prescribe me a pile of anti-inflammatory and preventive medicines.