Volume 1, Chapter 25: Kissing and Biting, Not Human!

"Mermaid! I am here! I am the most handsome guy in this ocean!" Mu Wen closed his eyes, waiting in excitement. As the light descended, he began to feel a gradual change in his body. A surge of energy rose from his chest, and his bust slowly began to enlarge.

Chen Liang grew suspicious, wondering if this old fellow might actually harbor that kind of friendship for him. Feeling a wave of nausea, he asked the bartender for the strongest Polish rectified spirit. The bitter liquor scorched his throat, yet he felt a sudden, secret joy, sensing a chance to help his father, Chen Ming, check the appointment.

Exiting the elevator, An Sheng arrived at his door, only to find the lights on inside. Walking in, he discovered it was none other than Pei Youzhen.

Cursing under his breath, Lin Qi forcibly channeled his internal energy, squeezing a sliver of magical power from his withered dantian. Relying on this meager strength, he flipped downward repeatedly, stepping against the cliff face as he descended.

"It's here, it's here!" A photo was transmitted. Upon seeing it, Mu Wen knew his scheme had succeeded and sent the photo to Skyrocketing.

Prince Yi, holding his delicate love in his arms and poised to ascend the throne as Emperor, was riding high on his success. That very night, he remained entangled with Han Qing in a night of intimacy.

The eldest and second sisters-in-law, priding themselves on their noble backgrounds and worldliness, heaped sarcasm and ridicule upon Aunt Man, firing off constant insults and mockery.

A snowball struck Ming Yan in the chest. Looking at Kwon Yu-ri, Ming Yan suddenly laughed. He placed his hands on the snow piled on the balcony, quickly fashioned a snowball, and threw it back at her.

After finishing the high notes, Ming Yan shook his head. It was a pity; one of the three high-pitched segments had been a little off-key, though overall it was good.

Gu Jin agreed. He began to explain from the most basic theoretical knowledge, unhurried and steady. Qin Yao didn't really want to listen, but she still humored him with patience.

Shen Xiaoxiao shook her head, but Xiao Yan did not believe her. He helped her sit on the ground and lifted her feet, which were already drenched in blood. Seeing that the dried blood had been covered by fresh wounds, his eyes were full of heartache. "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well." She shouldn't have had to suffer this injury.

The four of them unleashed their ultimate techniques: the Nine Blades of Heaven's End, the True Art of Cloud and Mud, the Canon of the River of Oblivion, and the Evil-Warding Divine Skill, all striking the man simultaneously.

The Emperor was indeed comforted, his complexion visibly improving, though he remained somewhat awkward. "I previously visited Ping'an County in Quzhou Prefecture and met the children of the Earl of Guang'en. Each one was steady, filial, clever, and lovable. What is rare is that despite their sudden rise to fortune, they possess not a shred of arrogance."

High above, Jiang Yanzhi watched the familiar fluctuations of internal energy in the distance and curled his lips, suddenly feeling as if he had met a worthy opponent.

As the refining continued, the form of Prince Diluo could no longer be maintained, gradually dissolving into a mass of crimson energy.

Recalling every word she had spoken in the past, she felt each one like an invisible blade slicing into her own arteries. Given her life up to this day, the fact that she hadn't repeatedly jumped off a building could already be considered a success.

"You go to sleep first, and then you can switch with me later." Lin Yun patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder. They were used to taking turns on watch during their wandering days; he feared they wouldn't be accustomed to it on their first trip far from home.

"The final part of this ending is brilliant. It says the Southern School will stop at nothing to demand an explanation from me. The entire email is focused on naming me, rather than that old fox Zhang."

Ruqiang County had developed well in recent years; it was rare to see signs of traffic congestion in a place like this.

"What about magic? Can magic be added too?" Ouyang Xue was as happy as a child.

"Dongzi, isn't that the one we ran into while eating the other day?" Song Xiaoru also recognized Chen Zixu. She was equally astonished; even though Song Xiaodong had mentioned leaving a trap for this guy, she never expected Chen Zixu to show such an attitude toward him.

"Pah." The spear pointed forward; the head of the broken shaft had long since flown off to who knows where.

"Yes, alright, I'll go back and check. My mother's health is poor, and I'm worried she won't be able to bear it." Lin Heshun looked at Zhu Qing honestly, his eyes full of gratitude. At a time like this, saying too much would only make things feel distant.

Regarding Elder Yun's question, Luo Chen truly could not provide an accurate answer. After some thought, he could only respond in such a way.

Sun Yiyi rested her chin on Song Xiaodong's chest, saying nothing. Her hands remained wrapped around him, but the flush on her face grew more intense, her breathing became more rapid, and her eyes grew increasingly unfocused.

Not long after, monstrous waves suddenly churned in the Raging Dragon River, reaching several meters in height. Beneath the massive waves, one could even see something thrashing about. I don't know if it was a flood dragon, but a snake could never grow that large—especially those eyes, which looked like two ghostly green lanterns, terrifying to behold.

"Gah." Li Yu feared exactly this. He had thought he was going to show off and throw his weight around by following a master at the Soul Formation stage, not realizing he was being led to throw his life away for the other party.

Gao Yongtai, however, was extremely excited, his body even trembling—a state of excitement that only appeared when he was torturing someone. Finally, he suddenly grabbed the jar containing the old master's remains and threw it into the river channel.

Amidst the yamen runner's heart-wrenching screams, the exposed flesh on his body withered away inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, he shriveled into a sallow, mummified corpse. Only his eyes, which had not lost their moisture, bulged from their sockets, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and regret before fading into darkness.

Sean suddenly furrowed his brow, then looked up, his pale blue eyes seemingly piercing through all obstacles above him to see the changes in things he had vaguely sensed. These changes clearly caused him some concern, and his furrowed brows tightened even further.