Volume One, Chapter 47: Taking Her as a Concubine

“Li Qinghong, if you kill me, the rift between you and Li Qingxue will only deepen! She will hate you even more!”

Jiang Rui lay on the eaves, her frail body trembling slightly as she weakly uttered a threat.

Hu Yan said, “If you think it will work on me, then is there any reason for me to refuse? Do you really think you can harm me?”

Hu Yan continued, “The Wu clan’s bodies usually possess special talents. So, what talent does your clone have?”

“Why are you giving her cigarettes? What exactly is in those cigarettes?” I snatched the half-smoked cigarette from her mouth and threw it disgustedly into the trash. The smoke was simply too harsh.

The transition chamber was no exception. Except for the first and second boards sitting calmly on the bed frame, most of the prisoners were gathered near the door, fearful of missing their chance.

“I haven’t broken any laws. What’s there to check?” shouted a man in his thirties with dyed yellow hair, wearing only a pair of shorts as he ran out. This guy was tall and thin, and even his bare feet looked especially slender.

Long Luo said, “Don’t be so impatient. Listen to me carefully.” He recounted the matter of the Moontip Spirit Tea Tree. Chi Yan responded, “So that’s the situation. But you sure know how to pick a place—coming straight to Yuhua Palace. Luckily, you ran into me. If it had been someone else, they might have kicked you out of Yuhua Palace altogether.”

At that moment, beneath Wumei Mountain, about a dozen people lay scattered on the ground, blood trickling from their mouths, staring in disbelief at the black-haired, black-clad youth standing before them.

Of course, Yan Lao never shared this thought with other sects or noble families, mainly because he harbored selfish motives deep down.

It was unclear whether A Si heard his father’s words or if the drug craving had subsided, but the bound A Si gradually opened his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Huai King’s mansion was suddenly shrouded in gloom. The servants inside knew the princess consort had just thrown a huge tantrum and collapsed onto her bed in a fit of anger.

She only knew that seeing Liu Yang’s smiling face and hearing his casual voice, even though every muscle in her body trembled, she could not shed a single tear.

This familiar voice carried a faint hint of concern. Su Ying turned around and saw Ye Feibai walking slowly toward her.

Lian Kai’s stock price was recovering; he had barely settled into his role as acting chairman. Indeed, every move he made affected the current situation.

After turning around, Qi Potian wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to leave, he froze.

There were rumors that this descendant of the Supreme Clan possessed battle prowess rivaling the Immortals and had even slain one.

For some reason, Tang Yisen suddenly stopped kissing her and instinctively tried to push her away.

The elder of the Academy of Knowledge wielded a magical artifact, transforming it into a beam of light that plunged into the abyss’s depths, attempting to retrieve the Star Origin Seed with the artifact.

I studied this journal and fetched an atlas, carefully searching the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region for the place called Ba.

Inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from Yang Qiqi, gripping her hand tightly and pressing my body close to hers, Liu Yang felt his blood surge uncontrollably.

“How are they still alive? Weren’t the old men sent to deal with them?” another martial artist shouted.

“A real man keeps his word. If I say I won’t get up, then I won’t!” Shi Zhongqiu said, feigning helplessness.

“Th-this…” The three watching nearby dropped their jaws. This insane growth only ceased upon reaching the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Xuanwu Realm.

Just then, someone at the palace gate shouted loudly, “Jin Zhien, spare the man’s life!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Jin Zhien’s heart trembled, and his long blade unconsciously paused above Jiang Hanzan’s head without striking.