Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Fierce and Ruthless Zhang Qiuyun

For the next two days, Song Yi did not return to the courtyard, staying instead at Li Wan's place.

On Monday, she headed out as usual for her tutoring session with Elder Jin. The moment she stepped outside, she ran into Shang Chen, who was dressed in full military uniform.

Yet, it seemed to impart an added touch of pathetic vulnerability and heart-stirring charm, compelling one to marvel at her effortless, natural beauty.

Lu Mengyao, a woman overflowing with a sense of justice, was practically itching to arrest him on the spot. Now that there were actual leads, it was truly fantastic news.

Yuan Fan was left speechless. Wu Qingxuan frequently played the role of the "knight," while he was invariably the "princess" needing rescue—that much was true. Still, having her state it so bluntly made Yuan Fan feel somewhat incompetent after all.

The buzzing sound rang out once more as the withered-and-thriving true Qi, taking on the dual shades of cyan and black, merged into Senior Sister Yin's meridians. In an instant, Yang Yi seemed to perceive the exact condition of every pathway within her meridians.

For a time, the entire ancestral aperture was illuminated by flames, causing Yang Yi's divine fire to grow increasingly magnificent.

Deliberately launching a sneak attack, coupled with the restraining nature of the Pure Yang lineage, the effect was indeed remarkable, instantly slaying several Golden Immortals of the Great Luo realm whose cultivation surpassed her own.

Raising his head from his perspective, he could just catch sight of the building and sign of the Bailing Hotel, which happened to face the corner window on the fourth floor.

Clearly, the members of the Tex Channel Guild brought by Wu Binye and Mo Yuqi this time were seasoned navigation elites and highly experienced sailors. Upon encountering bizarre and unknown situations, they immediately initiated emergency protocols.

The emissary from the Yellow Palace spoke with great passion and expressiveness, spitting flying everywhere. In response, Namanzi simply slashed a dagger across his throat, leaving a trail of crimson.

"Those slaves are sex slaves whose sole purpose is to pleasure men." Mad Dragon understood Zhao Yan's temper and knew he abhorred such things, but he simply refused to hide anything from Zhao Yan.

"You don't understand, big brother. I haven't had a full meal in ages. Besides, such exquisite food—I've only ever watched wealthy magnates eat it and could only drool in envy. Let alone tasting it, even smelling it is a luxury." Shasha was thoroughly revitalized after finishing the food, her words snapping out like popping beans.

"Clang! Crash!" Sounds of shattering echoed as fragments scattered everywhere. The Japanese pirates clutched their heads, attempting to charge forward, but the volley of stones, bowls, and plates hurled by the defenders was too dense. They were already getting their noses bruised and faces swollen merely trying to dodge, let alone charge forward.

Li Xiong and Fan Ju looked at me with painful expressions, at a loss for how to comfort me. Liu Ling tightly bit her lips, furrowing her brow slightly as she gazed straight at me with starry, admiring eyes, her look brimming with deep affection. Exchanging a glance, Li Xiong and Fan Ju realized that saying anything in my current state would be useless, so they had no choice but to take their leave.

The Geng-metal primordial force was the most potent killing power in the world. Therefore, although the primordial force within Su Yan's Cinnabar Field might not be as vast as that of other martial artists—filling every corner of the field—it was comparatively much denser, possessing the pure and refined composition of compressed, forged gold.

Upon hearing this, the group finally let out a collective sigh of relief, hoisted the sturdy fellow lying motionless on the ground, and fled in a panic, scrambling away pell-mell.

Bilsf raised her hand, keeping her fingers a finger's width away from the wound on the child's leg. Under the illumination of the white light, the wound healed at a visible speed to the naked eye, and the bleeding gradually stopped.

Sima Yi could not help but smile, turning to Cao Cao, who sat with his eyes closed in silence. "My lord, it seems the views of Master Zhang and Master Fa have converged!" Cao Cao remained motionless, while Zhang Hong and Fa Zheng anxiously fixed their gazes upon him.

It might not necessarily be referring to Hua Shangxue, and perhaps it did not even pertain to the contents of the same sheet of paper; jumping to conclusions was clearly unwise.