Chapter 47: As an Unmarried Young Woman, Does She Have No Shame Left?

There is no mistake about it, for the one speaking is indeed an eagle. The eagle is pursuing a boy with all its might, while the boy is stepping upon an automatically lengthening steel sky-ladder, soaring straight into the firmament.

Yicheng can have the Rippling Mist Terrace, but the Rippling Mist Terrace must have a pillar of support. Besides being young and beautiful, this pillar must also possess a background in the Jianghu. The deeper and grander the background, the better! Whenever Elder Lei is satisfied, the Rippling Mist Terrace will be allowed to open in Yicheng.

However, Calder maintains an unconcerned expression, winking at Eyre as if hinting at something, yet Eyre does not quite understand.

"Remember, after your hunt, you must offer the finest food to us," Doris commanded the elderly chieftain.

A few days ago, Eyre had even seen her, wandering similarly within the cycle of destiny—she was Lolita, the heroic spirit symbolizing the sins of the mortal world.

"Isn't Brother An asking the obvious? Now that the Desperation Demon Capital occupies the center of Sea Spirit City, how can the likes of us sit back and do nothing?" A faint smile lingered at the corner of the Feng family head's mouth.

As Li Yijie fell, he had originally pointed his sword tip obliquely toward the ground, drawing Nangong Xue to retract her sword with a single stroke, which revealed a vulnerability beneath her ribs. Turning his wrist, he deflected her blade upward and thrust diagonally, resting it horizontally across her neck.

With his eyes on the verge of splitting, Eyre looked at everything before him—the blazing flames filling the sky, the aura of death, and the agonizing screams. All of this involuntarily recalled the day the great iron shed collapsed.

Two people were accompanying Wang Chen, and one person was accompanying each of the other two. Judging by their appearance, they were all figures of the older generation, and their strength should not be too far inferior—at least at the level of Grandmasters.

A burly man in his forties wept bitterly like a child right in front of tens of thousands of people. Among those present, how many had not lost loved ones or seen their disciples die tragically?

Passing by a tavern at dusk, Taotao dismounted. Feeling somewhat thirsty, she asked for some herbal tea to drink.

Seeing Lu Qiaoqiao in this state, Zhou Yan grew deeply worried that something might have happened to her, so he hurriedly began to question her.

Jun Mu reclined sideways on the couch, supporting his head with one hand while gently caressing the sleeping figure on the bed with the other. The pale pink bed curtains cast a glow over half of his body, outlining him with a somewhat ethereal allure. His expression was intensely serene, and his eyes overflowed with tenderness.

The rumor about treasures in the mountains originated from Li Sanwei. Naturally, stories of treasures were entirely false; it was merely a gimmick concocted by Li Sanwei to lure Shi Musheng away.

"Sister-in-law, I am being serious. I truly have nothing else to do, so I can stay and keep you company," Lu Qiaoqiao said with a smile as she sat beside Zhou Jiao.

He watched as the infant, enveloped in a tremendous protective force, passed through countless intangible barriers, finally broke through the seal atop the Fallen Immortal Abyss, and plummeted into the abyss, only to be subsequently cast out by the laws of Heavenly Dao.

"Very well, we can go by ourselves, you needn't worry about us. When I'm not around, remember to take good care of yourself!" Zhou Jiao said solemnly to Lu Yiheng.

That jade pendant was a birth gift from her mother, engraved with the initials of her given and family names, personally carved by her father, and it could not be lost.

Opening his eyes once more, they had returned to absolute clarity. He forcefully wiped his thin lips, as if by doing so he could completely erase that damned scent.

Although Lu Jiujia felt somewhat uncertain in her heart, she still cared about Zhou Jiao's emotional state and quickly set about comforting her.

After finishing it, a wave of regret washed over Ye Feng. Having endured for hundreds of centuries, the diagrams depicting the Carefree Art were the most severely fragmented, making cultivation utterly impossible.

Why had they not seen the "ten" mark left by Chaozi when they entered the right-hand tunnel at the very first fork? Why had they not encountered any inexplicable people at the entrance?

How could a single flagon ever be enough? Since they had already been drinking, they might as well have another cup. Uncle Yu poured himself another cup, gazed at the whole steamed chicken on the table, tore off a drumstick, and began to gnaw on it. How was he supposed to explain to his wife when she came back tomorrow? Forget it, he would just pin all the blame on that old man.

Struck squarely by this family-ending kick, Li Mu instantly felt his mind go completely blank, as if he heard something shattering.

"Xiaoxuan," Han Yi squatted down and called out softly. Yu Xiaoxuan made no response whatsoever. Han Yi sat down beside him, pressing his back against the wall.

The stealth ability of this card is actually not very practical among three-star cards; a three-star card cultivator can easily pinpoint the opponent's location, but this Zhang Qian clearly prepared it specifically for the competition.

The two police officers from the fourth transport group subsequently weaved and fluttered in a dazzling display, instantly entangling together before shooting toward both ends of the corridor, darting into the passage and exits among the police officers of the seventh transport group.

Building cards of this type generally consume very little energy and have almost no impact on spiritual power.

The guards at the border of the Yue State would never have imagined that the army of the Jin State would come to attack them at this moment, so they failed to react in time.

At this thought, a trace of a smile appeared on old Hong's tense face, accompanied by a hint of arrogance.

"It's alright, Mibai, I'm fine," Nana said, holding Mibai's hand. She did not want Mibai to fall out with friends on her account.

The vessel bearing Beiming Yu was already in a precarious state under the impact of the merciless waves before striking a reef, and finally breaking apart entirely upon hitting another hidden rock.

"Can't find it?" Mibai muttered regretfully, lamenting that it had been her father's favorite ornament.

Xiao Yi arrived just then. Seeing Liuli in tears, he immediately stepped in front of her, casting guarded looks at Granny Meng and Bi'an.

Glancing at old Liutou, who was snoring loudly, Li Longfei realized that Qing Yan must have cast a spell on him, so he headed straight for the basement door without another word.

Naturally, Yan Ao'nan was glad for the ease and walked out with Lin Jiani. Lin Zheng's gaze followed them unhurriedly, chilling her back as if a cold breeze were rising.

She saw that Keith was wearing rubber gloves and holding a syringe with a needle at least ten centimeters long.

The entire place slowly returned to its original appearance. Ying'an and Lan Jingxue were still meditating beside the boulders, while Canglan had somehow moved over to meditate with them, absorbing the benefits bestowed by the stones. Su Yan had collapsed in the distance; they seemed entirely oblivious to him, simply closing their eyes and meditating on their own.

The couple watched Chu Huaihen's tall figure depart, unsure whether they should feel glad or worried. Advisor Chu's face was gloomy as Prime Minister Zhang flashed in his mind. He should never, under any circumstances, have touched his only son. He had but this one son to his name. At this thought, Advisor Chu could not help but feel a mixture of bitterness and amusement.