Chapter 175

Request a day off!

“Squeak,” a circular aperture slowly extended from the top of the velvet rug—this was the launch tube for the spiderweb energy pack.

“What? What’s going on? Explain clearly.” The Gongwu district under the Tongjia clan had always been well-managed—how could such a thing happen? Concerning the Tongjia clan, Yin Zhen’s voice grew urgent.

“Inside this disc?” Yang Hao and Long Yunpeng both gaped. Dongxiang nodded vigorously to confirm her judgment was correct.

Vivian frowned and said, “I gave you a set of armor—can’t I give you a set of magic crystals in return?” Her tone was icy, and the aura of long-standing superiority pressed directly onto Yu Wuming. Yu Wuming felt his hand tremble; the hand reaching for her loosened, and the hundred gold coins fell back onto the tea table.

“Where?” His excitement startled me—he seemed like a dying man experiencing a final surge of vitality.

Black vines, towering over ten feet, twisted like ancient dragons; their bark was ancient, layered and overlapped like immortal dragon scales, gleaming with a cold, dark metallic sheen, eerily intimidating.

As a man himself, he admired Qi Lü’s wife—this was, in fact, a taboo. It depended entirely on whether Qi Lü was truly a man of broad-mindedness.

Chen Banshan concealed himself while searching for the Xuan Bird. He knew it was nearly impossible to find one this way, yet fortune always favored him—he spotted another Xuan Bird. A flash of silver light, and one Xuan Bird flew across the sky, descending beneath a mountain peak.

“What ‘Divine Right Hand’? I’ve never heard of it, never seen it.” Chen Banshan dodged the question, denying he had obtained the Divine Right Hand.

【Larva Hatching】: Hatch ten spider eggs from the abdomen, instantly creating ten larval Ghostface Spiders with self-destruct ability.

Repeated injuries made Hao Yu realize one thing: he had been fighting nonstop until now, and his body was already exhausted—but he had ignored it, and now he paid dearly.

Hao Yu was immersed in the joy of rebirth when he received Tian Ming’s telepathic message—Tian Ming’s voice screamed hysterically; even now, Tian Ming clearly still didn’t believe Hao Yu could rise again.

“Bean milk powder, I know I was wrong—I shouldn’t have treated you like that before,” Zhang Xiangling said, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at Zhou You.

The court had changed greatly: Zeng Gong was appointed as the new Mountain Mausoleum Commissioner, Cai Jing became Censor-in-Chief, and Wang Fu, for flattering Cai Jing, was first promoted to Left Counselor of Advice, then in late November to Palace Attendant.

Excited, he kept picking up his phone to relive the text message that had filled her with overwhelming happiness.

Divorcing a wife is no small matter—especially divorcing her on the wedding night. No matter how many reasons Shui Muxia had, he should have consulted him first. He disregarded the Xiao family’s reputation and dignity, acting on his own to divorce her.

Seeing the old lady so anxious, Song Guyan actually thought she was referring to a child—until the old lady mentioned biting, then she finally understood.

Specialties were easy to pick—mainly because the Sky City had no real specialties… He bought some pastries shaped like clouds, took two Skywood trees, and finally grabbed several sound-storage jade slips recording certain melodies.

Forget it. Wu Tian couldn’t care less—he only pursued this to study the power of faith, not to cultivate. These flaws? Wu Tian didn’t care.

An old woman knelt on a cushion, bowing before the Bodhisattva statue, counting prayer beads while murmuring softly.

With the Lingtai Mountain Daoist Exchange drawing near, Lin Ye spent these days not only cultivating but also refining the pills to heal Xiao Zhan’s injuries.

Aware of all the dangers, the young man still resolutely chose to try—nothing else mattered; his pride would not allow him to forge a false Golden Core.

A single sentence pierced deep into Xue Gui’s heart—the most sensitive, most forbidden topic. His face instantly turned pitch black, twisted and chilling, like a ravenous ghost. Suddenly, a terrifying black mist surged from his body, brimming with overwhelming malice.

He glanced at the table of contents, seeing entries like “First: The Origin of Ming, Second: Distinguishing Form and Emptiness.” Li Zheng began to understand.

The sword intent on this jade fragment was indeed weak—but Chu Fengmian had felt this exact intent before; its origin lay in the power of the era the Lord of Sword Dao had once visited.

Before this, the Tian Yi Clan must not interfere or emerge—otherwise, they would face annihilation.

A splash was heard, followed by Tan Fang’s furious shout. His friends rushed to the poolside.

Fortunately, Song Ruoliu was generous; knowing she loved diamond necklaces, she gifted her one without hesitation.

By the time Yu Ling and Cao Ruiyan arrived at the Jinxiu Nianhua construction site, the door identification and corpse-recovery procedures had already been completed.

According to the middle-aged man’s thinking, even if you were from the Huangfu Clan, so what? Fair bidding—highest bidder wins. And with the emperor far away, no matter how powerful your family, what could you do to me?

Alice tightly held Wu Kong and Zhuoma’s hands, lying beside the hearth as Louis changed her bandages.