Chapter 101: Yanjing Palace (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Before dawn that day, Huo Huan and Chen Qingqing had already risen; it was market day, so everything needed to be prepared in advance to avoid being overwhelmed later.

“What?” Liu Meier cried out in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief, yet a flicker of relief passed through her corners.

System Announcement: The Wushuang Tournament team match is nearing its end; the final battle pits Red Flag Army Team One against Red Flag Army Team Two, both sides giving their all to deliver a spectacular finale.

“Third Master and Water Fourth Master, as well as Guo Third Master, have already arrived and gone in,” Dan Yue replied with a warm smile. Su Biruo exhaled in relief; as long as she knew Su Zixin and Shui Mi were there, her heart felt much more at ease.

To protect her feelings, she had to grow up and not give others any opportunity to take advantage.

The sword trembled violently—not only did it gather all heavenly and earthly yuan qi and unleash every ounce of internal true qi in full resistance, but it also forcibly expelled every scrap of spiritual awareness from its mind sea without restraint.

Last night, he was in a bad mood, so he asked Yang Yingying to drink with him; he got drunk in front of her… So she must have brought him to this hotel? And she actually slept on the floor beside the bed all night?

“Thanks for telling me so much—goodbye!” Shi Hao waved to Su Momom with a smile.

After a moment’s thought, Song Lianxin glanced furtively at Huang Shi, silently grumbling: this elder aunt had made no progress at all; her mind was useless, and it was only thanks to the protection of the Northern Pacification Marquis Mansion over the years that she hadn’t encountered many scheming people—if she had, she’d have been manipulated to death long ago.

The “Guo Xiaoyou” before him possessed an extremely peculiar cultivation level and carried a Heaven-Class artifact. If Bai Yushang could bring him into the Banruo Temple, his status within the temple would naturally rise.

Only those of Qingchi rank can preserve their spiritual clarity, retaining memories through reincarnation; all others—Jinchi, Yuan Shen, Arhats—must pass through the mystery of the womb.

“Ping’er is no longer in mortal danger—he’s finally recovered. Thank heaven and earth, the heavens still favor us,” Xu Muqing hugged Ping’er, her eyes reddening again; as a mother, even Xiao Linye didn’t know the torment she endured inside—she would have gladly traded her own life for her child’s health and safety.

Zhenwu spoke ever more mournfully; the Jade Emperor suddenly realized his mistake and cried inwardly, too late—he couldn’t stop it. Zhenwu placed his Sword of Pacifying Demons against his neck, gave it a light slide, and blood gushed forth instantly; his head severed from his body. The Sword of Pacifying Demons let out a mournful cry midair and plummeted straight down to the mortal realm.

Indeed, they were there to pick up the team; Malaga’s players didn’t stay overnight in Lyon—they departed immediately after the match. Abdullah had arranged solid logistics, chartering a plane directly back.

“I’m dead!?” Marion had just this thought when his vision went black, then plunged into eternal darkness.

The Europa League was better off—restarting in mid-February, there was still time to turn things around. The League Cup had reached the semifinals, luck was on their side, but the next round faced a Premier League opponent, a much tougher challenge.

As the guard noticed Liu Yan’er approaching, her expression sorrowful after finishing the song, he glanced at Shen Huan and fled as if escaping.

Then Jiang Cang’s homologous counterpart stared for a long time yet still couldn’t find a suitable profession.

Zhang Qian’s eyes turned red; treated with the honors due a feudal lord, he felt the ancient sentiment: “A scholar dies for one who understands him.” Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up, about to spill.

Several shifts in development allowed teammates to create shooting opportunities, but Martins and Stanković were tightly marked, unable to threaten. Figo felt stifled; each attempt ended fruitlessly.

The two who entered the valley mouth froze in shock—the precious herbs had already been taken, someone had beaten them to it.

“Enough, enough! Thank you, Brother Zhang!” No matter what Zhang Shaoqiang thought, Su Mingyang was satisfied with the attitude shown: when Su Mingyang asked for 150,000, Zhang doubled it to 300,000. Such generosity made cooperation with him easy and stress-free.

Zhu Ge Liuyun stared at the endless dark currents in the sky, like writhing vines devouring the power of heaven and earth. That blade was undoubtedly a high-grade holy artifact; he never expected such a celestial weapon to exist on the Floating Cloud Continent—he must obtain it.

“Stop staring at these useless things! Go find me a guitar and a guzheng!” Nie Yu tossed the manuscript aside and closed his eyes to rest. This time, Nie Yu would bring a wildly popular sport to the entire nation, using Dongyang’s massive platform to establish himself as a founding master.

Soon after, the door opened and Sui Dongyu stepped out; the T-shirt and jeans she wore upon arrival had been replaced by a white long dress, elegant and ethereal as a lotus rising from water.

Marshal Andy personally went to the front lines to command and fight, a move that undeniably boosted frontline morale, making it possible to hold out until now.

“Ah, diversionary tactic! I still have a pawn here!” His finger rose, intercepting the sword’s blade with perfect timing. This was the Spirit-Link Finger technique he learned from the Comprehensive Martial World; enhanced by his physique, it had become even more uncanny and unfathomable.

Like Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong—they weren’t from the same dynasty; trying to determine who would win is absurd. The same xiangsheng satirizes such ridiculous comparisons.

Unless both can be killed simultaneously and the resurrection mechanism halted, the dual entities “Demon” and “Mortal” will always leave one alive.

Just when you thought their limit had been reached, it rang again; just when you thought no further progress was possible, it rang once more… Are you doing this on purpose?

Mo Yitian only matched a few steps with Han Jiaying before he grew dizzy, his body growing heavy-headed and unsteady, leaning into her.

“I heard our family gained two more brothers?” Wen Nuan blushed slightly, about to speak, when Zhou Buhan and Fu Yunyi returned; she promptly introduced them, then slipped away under the pretense of something urgent—staying longer might invite more teasing.

His slightly tickling kiss made her want to laugh; she didn’t want to ruin the sweet, romantic atmosphere with her own laughter, so she bit her lip and held it in.

Her single sentence had pushed Lin Xiaomo to the brink of collapse; suddenly, she didn’t understand why she had to endure such humiliation here.