Volume 1, Chapter 31: I Will Give You What You Like

At this moment, words were futile; there was nothing left between the two sides but a piercing gaze and the singular, driving impulse to fight.

Was Qu Leili’s imprisonment actually a cover for Qu Yunrui’s crimes? What exactly had Qu Yunrui done to make someone harbor such deep resentment?

As the conversation in the living room grew animated, footsteps sounded from outside. Moments later, Chi Shaozhou walked in.

Zirui was indeed alive and had truly returned to her side. Furthermore, Hao Chen, who had been abroad, had also returned to the country. The family of three was now living together.

A deep, resonant male voice came through the phone receiver, echoing simultaneously from the device and the air around her, striking Mu Xiaoxi’s eardrums with intense force.

Having slept poorly through the night, she spent the workday yawning, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qingjiu returned just as Jiang Qiao’er heard Gu Nianqing’s words and was at a loss for how to respond. Seeing Qingjiu, Jiang Qiao’er quickly stood up, took the groceries from her, and retreated into the kitchen with a slight blush.

"Hmph!" Zhao Xin snorted, stopping the conversation to focus intently on his breakfast.

"Do not be anxious, everyone. Job reassignments are inevitable, as are promotions and wealth. I cannot decide on titles of nobility, but since His Majesty has granted me the authority to appoint officials, I shall certainly prioritize all of you here," Hua An said, raising his goblet once more.

The flowers exuded a rich fragrance, attracting a few bees that hovered and darted among the petals.

Zhanying Kuangshen’s brow furrowed. It was clear to everyone that Shao Han intended to squeeze every ounce of value out of Green Vine Canyon before leaving the novice village.

"Tianyu, let’s go to the Zhao estate again!" Ling Fan suddenly declared before dashing out into the wind and rain toward the Zhao villa. After a moment of hesitation, Tianyu followed.

Imhotep, having summoned the Sphinx, was far from comfortable. He gripped his knees and began to pant heavily; it was the first time he had taken a rest since his appearance, as all previous pauses had been forced by the injuries inflicted upon him by the others.

The wooden stopper was slowly pulled from the glass bottle. Immediately, blood-red filaments emerged from the pale purple liquid. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the threads condensed into a ferocious fire wolf, its mouth bared to reveal a pair of sharp, saber-like teeth.

Jiang Hen looked up at Gucheng Wuxin, who stood proudly in the void, his heart filled with indescribable awe. To be able to repel heaven and earth with nothing more than the lingering will of a figure from a thousand years ago—such power commanded not only reverence but a profound sense of yearning.

Duels between masters are often decided in a flash of lightning. After charging toward Li Feng, Meng Su leveraged the advantage of his longer blade to thrust the tip straight toward Li Feng’s heart.

Sure enough, six massive cannons were aimed directly at the Golden Hall, with soldiers nearby busy loading shells into the thunderous artillery.

Yet, despite the verbal barrage, the dark figure remained motionless, standing with its back to them like a statue of stone.

Among the spectators, only Nightmare could clearly track the movements of Old Li and Isabella. However, once he realized the old rascal’s dire predicament, a look of deep concern crept onto his face.

Balgruuf wore a hearty smile, but as his mouth opened to speak, he was choked off by Aier’s declaration that she "had no intention of being reasonable," leaving him looking exactly like a toad with its mouth agape.

He had expended a great deal of effort in the final assault on the light barrier and was severely depleted; this was the perfect opportunity to recover while avoiding the final risks.

The young city guard curled his lip in frustration. After inspecting the cargo of one carriage and letting it pass into the city, he moved to check the next, only to receive a sharp slap to the back of his head.

Wang Jintong and Qiu Xinran were simply looking for a place to rest and grab a bite to eat. They chose a seat with a wide view and sat down.

He sat on a chair within a room of high, thick, and solid walls—a hollow, empty space. Directly in front of him stood a large, one-way mirror, through which he could not see inside.

That would have been enough on its own, but today they learned that behind these powerful figures stood an otherworldly, super-powerful master who appeared as an old Daoist priest.

A prison wagon, fashioned from a broken carriage, sped along the main road. Passersby stopped to watch the commotion, pointing fingers at Wang Jintong and his companions as they slowly exited Hedong Prefecture, crossing green fields of crops before finally reaching the Ministry of Justice prison in Hedong.

Dao You and Yun Youxuan watched in stunned silence... Since when had breaking through to the Dan-Transformation Realm become so easy?

This four-to-five-meter-tall humanoid fire monster was, without a doubt, the Corpse Emperor Hanba, who had fled from Sichuan in the Great Han Kingdom all the way to the island nation.

"Send a reply: we cannot hold out. Evacuate tomorrow at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon," Chen Fei said calmly.

The paper was densely packed with the locations and numbers of seven watchtowers. At a single glance, they all thought their eyes were deceiving them.

But the spatial ring was different; it was worn on the hand, and to seize it, one would have to snatch it directly from the wearer’s hand, making it far more secure than a Qiankun bag.