Chapter 46: Getting Something for Nothing!

Lu Meiqing felt that this could not be blamed on Nangong Yuan; if anyone was to blame, it was Zhen Shuiying for lacking sufficient strength and having to face the law of the jungle in the cultivation world.

Just as Xue Si's palms were about to strike Leng Muzhen, another powerful surge of palm wind struck, catching Xue Si off guard and sending her crashing to the ground.

Not long after, this drop of golden liquid vanished completely, having been entirely consumed by Han Feng to comprehend the aura of Senior Brother Lan.

This corpse had cultivated into a drought demon for god knows how many years, possessing unfathomably deep magical power. Neither he nor A-Tao could defeat it when they joined forces.

After wandering around for a while, A-Tao walked into the kitchen, looking left and right, until her gaze finally locked onto the kitchen cleaver.

"Why are you here again?" There was no reproach. How could she bear to? She truly couldn't bear to. She had never cherished anyone so deeply before. Jiang Se was the first, and perhaps the only one.

"Woof, woof, woof..." A large, fierce-looking black dog came out of nowhere, barking wildly at her. Its eyes were exceptionally bright, almost as if it could speak.

"You got it." The car shot forward like the wind. This soldier drove with ferocious intensity, handling the vehicle less like a car and more like a tank, driving with utter lawlessness on his own turf.

Nanny You felt a wave of oppressive pressure bearing down from above, involuntarily closing her mouth and watching blankly as she turned and walked away.

Sensing the unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy surrounding Huang Xuanling, Ancestor Changfeng seemed to notice something and glanced back at him, frightening Huang Xuanling into hastily sealing the acupoints on his body.

"Once Liu Pei is dead, Liu Tai will legitimately become the undisputed boss of the Eastern District. With him around, we can rest easy!" Xiao Yang said indifferently.

Although Yang Feifan had previously forcefully defeated Jia Pan, giving these students a slight understanding of his strength, hearing him utter such nonsense now still left them somewhat displeased.

The burly man had a very rough voice, truly fitting the profile of a lecherous brute. As he spoke, he actually reached out in an attempt to grab Lin Xin.

As if fearing that the big rooster might overhear her, Hu Mei subconsciously lowered her voice when she spoke.

Then, bringing up the student-teacher relationship—this move was undeniably ruthless. If he failed to surpass Yang Xue, he would certainly become a laughingstock. But if he gave away too much, Lin Yifeng would undoubtedly suffer a massive financial loss.

Just as Huang Xuanling followed the four major sects from the Suoyang Star to the Tianchong Star, a flash of light suddenly erupted on a snowy mountain at Star-Plucking Plain in the Suoyang Realm. An unkempt, red-nosed, dark-faced old man with messy hair appeared out of nowhere.

He had repeatedly asked the people who delivered goods to them where they came from, but whenever he asked, the old man would always just smile without answering. When pressed hard, the old man would give vague and evasive replies. Until now, Lin Yifeng still had no idea of these people's true identities.

Having watched his comrades die before his eyes in the past, with some even blown to shreds by enemy bombs, Lin Yifeng had grown accustomed to such scenes. Consequently, his views on life, death, and many other things in this world were vastly different from those of his peers.

Though not exerting his full strength, such momentum was enough to make most late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators turn pale, weak in the limbs, and flee on the spot.

He turned to check his surroundings before cautiously raising the tray above his head and stepping down the stairs at the entrance of the cave. After descending seven or eight steps, the ground beneath his feet leveled out somewhat. It was pitch black ahead, and above him came the flirtatious banter of courtesans and merrymakers, but he had already arrived in another courtyard.

"Apologize for what?" she asked, startled to find that her own voice had also turned low, hoarse, and dry.

If it were merely for this reason, Jiang Yingxue could simply take a helicopter by herself, while the rest of the personnel could be evacuated in batches. There was no urgent rush anyway.

Yet, no matter how hysterical Chu Guangsi became on his end, Lu Wuchen did not utter another word.

Unable to guess what kind of matter it could be for the moment, Sister Zhou checked to make sure Chen Jiaojiao's face was free of sweat before leading her over to Director Wang.

This was a peak duel between the top geniuses of the three cultivation realms, and the victor would obtain the key to push open the gates of kingship.

Consequently, when the blooming flowers were delivered, she swept them straight into her own spatial storage.

He Xinyan, seated at the lower left seat, kept her head lowered. Her subtle joy, revealed through shifting glances, was caught red-handed by Su Yu sitting below.

On the big screen on stage at this moment played the footage from back then when Zhou Ge carried Tang Bingyu down the mountain. Tang Bingyu sat there gracefully, her gaze filled with nostalgia as she looked back at her young and ignorant self. She never imagined that one day she would walk as far as she had today.

The seemingly infinite transparent barrier before them was the manifestation of this vast gap—a boundless distance that Bai Ning could truly measure step by step.

Nearly a dozen men in black attacked the center of the encirclement almost simultaneously. A dozen flashing steel sabers, carrying fierce momentum, cleaved through the air with a series of sharp hums as they slashed toward the motionless Huo Tong at the center.

At this moment, they were staying on a bank of the Gtian River. None of them expected that so many supreme experts would gather here.

Yan Wan was quite satisfied. Although ten large banknotes had been spent, she refused to bicker over it, buoyed by the joyous occasion. It was said that winning an award would also come with a cash prize.

Thinking of this, Qingyunzi hurriedly urged the power within his body to pour into the dozens of flying swords, and instantly the blinding golden light flared once more.

After Dai Niang returned, Qing Niang and her husband also went back to their home. However, since the new residence was spacious, beautiful, and close by, Qing Niang frequently visited with her pregnant belly. Sometimes she strolled around Madam Tan's courtyard, other times she chatted with Zhuihong, sewing a few garments for the unborn child. For a time, the Mo family enjoyed a rare peace.

When the father-in-law finally finished his self-examination and offered incense, he led Ye Huang to the side room, where her gaze swept over and immediately caught sight of three memorial tablets.

"It's already very late! I've slept for a long time, it's already three in the afternoon!" Yan Wan patted her wristwatch.

The old man maintained a solemn expression, his gaze drifting fixedly toward Gu Shibanniang while keeping one hand behind his back—a posture that exuded a somewhat affected arrogance.

Huizhu's body swayed as she opened her mouth to argue, but a sensitive word slipped out—her past life! Everything she had been thinking of belonged only to her past life, not the Qing dynasty of three hundred years ago. Reflecting on this, Huizhu slowly came to her senses. Deep down in her heart, she still yearned for everything from her past life, silently adhering to its mundane rules.

Seeing Qin Xun calling out, the baby dragon immediately scampered over on its short legs, "Whoosh!" It leaped into Qin Xun's arms, rubbing affectionately back and forth against his chest, looking immensely intimate.