Volume 1, Chapter 22: Xiao Xuanyu Prefers Women Who Can Ride

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"Better to have one less trouble than one more; some things are better left unknown. He knows too much, don't you agree, Madam Hu?" With a gentle flick of a finger, Li Juan collapsed beside Hu Tianming.

The simpleton returned to the table with a pile of items, only to be dragged into the restroom by Lin Yu. After confirming that no one else was inside, the simpleton finally told her exactly what had happened.

"It’s alright. Drinking is just like lying; I can tell you’re not very good at it, but you'll improve with practice," Ye Fan said, implying something more.

After reaching level 50, as the competition for field monsters intensified, their faction became nothing more than cannon fodder once they stepped into the fray.

Chen He had the words on the tip of her tongue, but she diverted them. For some reason, she felt that if it came to that, Lu Shouheng would never give up.

As it turned out, the Dark Squad had come here to execute a mission; accompanying Black Sixteen were Black Twelve and Black Seven.

"Yo, not bad at all. Killing the undead with such efficiency—it rivals the Light element," Tong Le remarked from within the convoy, curling his lip.

An emerging team had suddenly appeared, crushing Samsara with overwhelming dominance to snatch the championship of the City Tournament.

Diving to the bottom of the water, the Black Tortoise finally spat them out. The bottom of the water revealed a massive cavern, kept dry by the divine power of the Black Tortoise, which held the water at bay. The ceiling was embedded with night-luminescent pearls, casting a faint white glow that illuminated the cave.

"Uh... I did encounter a special situation, though it’s not exactly an emergency. I just don’t know how to put it." Du Ming’s expression was incredibly awkward, and as he spoke, he turned to glance at Aura.

Of course, "easiest" was only relative to the other two divine techniques; the difficulty of truly cultivating to a high level could well be imagined.

Thunder stepped forward, bowing to each sect master in turn. The latter nodded in greeting, their gazes filled with benevolence as they looked at him.

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Its massive body crouched low to the ground, its golden-lit maw slightly agape, aimed at the Dongxuan Sword Sect. Even without displaying any supernatural phenomena at that moment, it made everyone in the Dongxuan Sword Sect feel an indescribable pressure.

Zhenzhen was truly busy running back and forth, but her gaze deliberately avoided everyone. Aside from answering a word or two to others, she kept her head bowed and sat to the side the rest of the time.

At least she isn't beyond saving; she still knows how to feel guilty! Ning Aoxue thought with a sense of relief.

However, Luo Fan did not walk through the jungle along the riverbank as he had before. He was now returning to Yanbo Village; there was nothing shameful about it, and he had no need to hide his tracks.

Wang Gui took the three strings of coins and tucked them into his robe, then said, "Doesn't the gambling den still owe me one string?" As he spoke, he dragged Wei San out into the courtyard. His strength was immense, and though Wei San stumbled and struggled, it was to no avail, forcing him to cry out to Wei Chong for help.

Compared to the prejudices and disbelief of Tang Fei, Yun Qi, Bi Luo, and the others, the rest of the students felt a simultaneous wave of regret. Some students couldn't help but cry out in agony, lamenting their past choices.

Xin Xingzong hesitated repeatedly before finally saying, "Then... then I shall go sit downstairs and wait until Lord Wang is free." With that, he headed downstairs.

Upon arriving at school, Xu Fei took his seat. Just then, Dong Jiajia reached into her pocket and placed a few candies on his desk.

Jia Wuqing and the others on stage seemed to wake from a dream, sighing at how powerful the singing was—it was truly impossible to guard against. Yet, not knowing who Nami was speaking to—someone who could actually resist such a potent bewitching melody—they all craned their necks to look.

He didn't know what others thought, but the first time Zhu Peng heard this title, an image flashed through his mind of a fat, muscular, giant gorilla pounding its own chest with both fists... Nagel, you bitch, this is absolutely a personal vendetta—a retaliatory strike.

Adonis stared at Tang Ming, who was radiating astonishing killing intent, and shouted in sheer terror.

"I’m afraid this young master has run into an acquaintance..." A faint, elusive smile curled the corners of his lips, making his red lips look all the more radiant and adding a layer of mystery.

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Ren He led Mother Ren into the conference room. Within five minutes, over thirty people filed in. Originally, Qinghe had only 21 executives, but after 18 resigned the day before and 18 replacements were promoted, the total had reached 39.

"Pfft~" The delicate young woman couldn't help but clutch her stomach and laugh at Zhao Shen’s expression. This boss of hers was truly hilarious, claiming the food was so delicious simply because he was the one who cooked it.

"Sorry... Rihart... before I died, I had hoped to at least take one down with me." Coughing up blood, Jess’s every inch of skin was now stained with black patterns. Facing his friend of hundreds of years, his final ounce of strength allowed him to utter only this.

It wasn't the first time he had done such a thing. When he left Mount Shu to establish Emei, he had been cursed by many, but he remained indifferent to it all.

Before long, a puppet with a human-like form entered the training ground. It was unclear what material it was crafted from, but its movements were no different from a human’s. Most astonishing was the spiritual energy fluctuation emanating from its body, indicating a relatively powerful strength, likely at the Pulse-Condensing stage.

Qingyi and the remaining thousand or so disciples of the Nilin Sect retreated to the Nilin Great Hall. The heavy, massive doors were bolted shut, and the ghost substitutes outside scratched incessantly, creating a teeth-grinding creaking sound. In contrast, the voice of Qianhun sounded melodic and pleasant: "Qianhun of the Medicine Sect requests an audience with your Sect Master, Xing Yi. I hope you will open the doors for a discussion."

Lan Shengyan looked down at Tian Nuanyu. Seeing she was uninjured, he whispered to her, "Don't look up, hold onto me tight!" Then, he released his grip on her.

"My Lord...!" Qi Xing cried out Tian Zhu’s name with a heart-wrenching wail, but Tian Zhu remained focused solely on repairing the Gate of Hell.