Chapter 276: All Thunder Arts Originate from Jiushan

At that moment, Zheng Fa suddenly heard a faint sound and saw Nanmu Su waking up not far away.

Xu Ying naturally didn't want the man accompanying her to buy intimate items; she kicked Gao Yuan out as soon as they got out of the car.

Upon hearing this, Xu Miao and the other two exchanged glances, then Xu Miao stepped forward to offer Liu Ye a suggestion.

Xu Shu paused in surprise, then, with a wry smile, awkwardly bowed to Liu Ye and said, "My lord jests—I merely wished to ease your burdens, nothing more."

Below was a photo of a scale for malatang. I stared at the photo, a pang of bitterness rising in my chest—this place was where I used to go often with Zhang Mengfei; now, things between us had changed completely.

The man on top convulsed violently under the blows, yet he clenched his teeth tight, making no sound. Zhao Qian heard the crack of bones, the tear of fabric, the snap of wooden sticks, and the men's roars.

Nervous and uneasy, I walked out of the shoe store with Zhang Mengfei and entered a regular shop; Zhang and Han Rong each bought a pair of shoes—matching ones.

"You just reminded me—if I scream 'assault,' your troubles will be immense. See who'll believe you?" Jia Mei said coldly.

Anjeka immediately grabbed a handful of rocks from the ground, hurled one at Li Muyin—and then both the stone and Li Muyin vanished, no one knowing if it had struck.

Gao Yuan broke out in another cold sweat, glancing sideways at Ye Junyao; she seemed not to have heard a thing, still intently playing with her phone.

"Even if it's burnt, I'll eat it." Fu Chen bent down and kissed her cheek, then stepped back with a grin.

Ugh… never mind. I shivered all over. Playing in the police station? Only Li Dui could think of something like that—police stations are just like hospitals; I definitely don't want to stay longer than necessary.

Around them lay nothing but emptiness; a winding, twisting staircase appeared less than five meters ahead, its blackened edges resembling the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, sending chills down anyone who dared look.

The room was dim, with only a sliver of moonlight spilling onto the floor; Long Xiang was curled up within that patch of light, yet a large pool of blood pooled beneath him, making the scene feel like something out of a horror film.

This was indeed a problem—Ximen Jing could expel his spiritual energy, but all of them were ordinary mortals who couldn't see spiritual energy. Moreover, so far, none of Ximen Jing's spiritual arts had left any visible trace, making them impossible to demonstrate.

I gave Liu Mingcheng a long look—I knew he'd finally stopped playing coy; the real matter was coming. My earlier reaction must have worked—he'd lost patience with me.

This old bastard still has tricks up his sleeve? The doctor didn't dare slack off—he kept manipulating the blade while focusing intently to respond.

"So that's how it is," Shu Qinqin finally understood—the two had both been telling the truth.

Zong Ziwen suddenly rushed to the front of the stage, as if startled by something, catching Gong Nier's attention—and the photographer's lens swung toward her.

Yet Huanhuan hadn't expected that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake Yang Ye—and Yang Ye's body grew colder with every passing moment.

Long moments passed before she came back to herself, touching her stinging cheek, pointing furiously at Xi Xichen, her whole body trembling with rage.

Yan Xiaoxiao returned to her room, looked at her flushed face in the mirror, and found it amusing. She'd kissed him so many times—why was she still so sensitive about this goodnight kiss? Ugh, she must've looked utterly ridiculous running away like that.

"Yes, my lord," Tie Ya said, turning to leave, his tense heart finally easing.

Bai Rong remained unperturbed—this news had no effect on him whatsoever—but Ruoxin still told him the truth without hiding it; to spare him worry, however, she concealed the condition she'd struck with Ying Ning Wang and the necessity of using the four divine artifacts to prolong her life.

"I'll drink it—how could I secretly pour out your ginger soup? I only dumped it before because Jinniang brewed it too awful." Duanmu Anrui spoke sweetly, but staring at the full bowl of ginger soup, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and grimaced as he sipped it slowly.

Had Xiu Luo not suddenly descended upon the Huang Clan's holy city—Troz—and challenged Saladin to a wager, forcing Saladin to abandon his northern campaign after weighing the costs, the northern front of the Xiu Luo Realm would still be engulfed in war; even whether the Eight Clans of Mi Luo could continue ruling the Xiu Luo Realm after the Yun Clan's fall would have remained uncertain.

Her gaze never left Nan Gong Ming's figure; she saw him freeze slightly, his cold, impassive face flickering with unease, then anxiety and fear following in quick succession.

"I know roughly what happened between you two. Lin Mo, don't blame him for being cruel—you pushed too far." Yan Xiaoxiao wondered if she'd said too much—after all, it was their private matter.

"I always assumed Zi Chen hired someone to do it." When she saw the endless Wan Fu scroll, she was moved—but moved for Zi Chen, because she couldn't believe it was truly the people's doing.

She was slightly surprised by his appearance; seeing Qingyi's anxious, urgent expression, Ruoxin's heart stirred, and she leaned against the carriage wall and stepped down.

Well, none of this is any of its business anyway—it's already given its warning; why should it waste energy worrying about the rest?

The raised body was as thick as a washbasin, covered in black-red, hardened scales.

Slow, unhurried footsteps drew nearer; Mo Nansheng turned his head the instant he heard the sound.

After meeting her in-laws, they were overly warm—but when they saw her eyes, they flew into a rage and struck Hua Jin Yu.

She spoke for a long while, watching the black-haired boy diligently complete one task after another, her heart filled with deep satisfaction.

As soon as she stepped into the inn's main hall, Qian Ye hadn't even caught her breath when Chi Qing appeared at the stair landing.

She couldn't help muttering inwardly: Why not just build a lighter fence? The house looks nice, but it's way too labor-intensive.

Only by toppling Gao Ping's patron and removing the root of his wickedness could his power be truly neutralized.

Recalling these things, her heart swelled with bitter ache, so swollen it felt ready to burst her chest, yet it kept throbbing intermittently. Her face twisted in sorrow, filled with seething hatred, she silently swore: Ji Lang, I will kill Chu Tiankuo and avenge you.