Chapter 117: Qian Sanniang

Although the weather has begun to turn cool, the midday sun still casts a dry, oppressive heat upon those it touches. A few days ago, the Ma family’s son went swimming in a wild pond with two village playmates, only to return in a state of utter decline. He is plagued by nightmares every night, claiming that an old hag crawls out of the pond to demand his company. At first, the boy’s parents paid little attention, until one night, when his father got up and discovered something in the main hall of their home.

Age knew he could not outpace Su Bai. In this moment, he could only throw his body in front of Su Bai to create an opportunity for Skrtel.

Every gaze tightened, and then, the entire Qingtian Sect turned their eyes in unison toward Su Anlin.

With so many health bars surging into him, his meridians felt as though they were expanding, his entire body swelling with intense pain.

The Demon Emperor watched Tang Xi’s retreating figure until she was far away. Suddenly, realizing that this might be their final farewell, the resentment in her heart seemed to fade, replaced by a faint, lingering reluctance to let go.

Ever since Song Mao departed and never returned, Wu Yan knew that Zhao Chenfeng was by no means as fragile as he appeared.

Simultaneously, dozens of guards in yellow robes rushed out from the forest—the very same men who had been at Chen Jin’s side just moments before.

Two guards rushed into the room, only to find the Princess filled with fury and the Ambassador of Peace standing there in a daze.

To Su Anlin’s surprise, he had expected the Fairy of the Zither to utter harsh words or reprimand him.

In the capital, the increasingly frail Jiang Heng lost consciousness once; after he awoke, everything seemed normal, but Jiang Qiancao knew her grandfather likely did not have much time left.

"What is the matter? The Kaiser has six guard regiments; do you really have an objection to me assigning just one?" The Prince raised an eyebrow, speaking with clear dissatisfaction.

Fu Tianshun frowned. He knew those three young men had no desire to encounter Mr. Feng again, so he said nothing more. Yet, he was no fool; he knew that Mr. Feng’s phone call was surely not just about a wallet—there was likely something else at play.

"Heh, you? By your own merits? Perhaps in a few years, you won’t even be qualified to be my follower. Besides, in this world, there is only one man who is allowed to be stronger than I am," Murong Xixuan stated flatly.

The two Buddhist envoys did not utter a word, instead lunging directly toward Old Ghost Wang and his companions, hoping to break their defensive formation around Bai Ye with sheer force. But they had been too arrogant, never suspecting that the nine kings of the Wind and Water Basin were also at the Celestial Immortal level.

Before the great army set out on its campaign, he went hunting outside the city of Suzhou, only to be ambushed by the retainers of the late Prefect Xu Gong.

After Nieli walked into an empty room, she left the inn on her own, seemingly to wander outside. Perhaps she was preparing for the midday festival, or maybe she was simply attending to her own business. Regardless, those were matters Nieli had no intention of involving herself in.

That scoundrel Zhao Ze actually dared to set his sights on her mother. If it weren't for the fact that he was her boyfriend’s close friend, Ye Xiandie would have beaten him to a pulp right there.

"Is it sufficient to score four or more torpedo hits according to the exercise parameters?" Major General Harrell asked again.

"Not only will you die, but your grandfather will not live much longer. This is exactly why Sister Chou wants you to learn how to be strong and self-reliant," Xin Chou added.

As for the later predictions, since the time had not yet come, it was impossible to know their accuracy. But what had already come to pass was enough to terrify Liu Shaogen to his core.

"Thud..." Unfortunately, Old Nine had clearly overestimated himself. Trapped within the domain of the Soaring Serpent, not only was his strength completely suppressed, but his defenses were also weakened by a third. If not for the He Clan Jade he wore, Old Nine would likely have been unable to offer any resistance at all.

Feng Youwei did not answer, for such a thing was impossible. However, to give a definitive refusal would be to openly antagonize Lin Kui. In the current situation, with so many Qi-wielding experts gathered together, his Changfeng Escort Agency would surely face total destruction.