Boasting

He was capable of living alone without the care of parents or family, managing everything around him with impressive orderliness.

Nearby, Ye Qili bent down to pick up something from the ground. His usually inscrutable face showed a fleeting glimmer in his eyes.

“Open up! Cooperate with the inspection!” The man in uniform spoke in a clipped tone, his gaze slightly unfocused, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the earlier state of Madam Ye.

The only drawback was the excessive time consumed on the journey—Xing Ran utterly loathed this. He still had some spiritual elixirs with him, but though time was ample, there was no suitable environment to use them. His obsessive tendencies were on the verge of flaring up.

Rong Shengzu wore a gentle smile, but his words were forced out through clenched teeth. To outsiders, however, it looked as if the two were whispering intimately.

Since arriving in Fengyuan, Wei Changtian had always been watched while eating or sleeping; it was never convenient to do anything.

They trailed after Charles like the hounds of Baskerville following their master—wherever Charles passed, their burning domain spread.

For a moment, the two fell silent. The dormitory wasn’t spacious—awkwardness easily filled the air.

At this point, if the great figures on the Path of Immortality still didn’t realize what was happening, they would be utter fools.

The hospital’s name blazed atop the building, casting a terrifying red glow in the night. The darkening sky loomed like a monstrous beast, threatening to swallow all light.

“Dr. Jin, a car isn’t essential to me. I’d rather save up for a house,” Song Wanxing said. She had some savings, all meant for a future home.

After the revelry, she felt hollow inside, hating herself for being entangled with Zhan Shaoting. Her emotions surged to a peak, leaving her unable to let go for a long time.

Bai Xingyi was long accustomed to this, paying no heed to idle gossip, her mind replaying Zhan Shaoting’s last, meaningful words.

Now, Jin merchants treated these strong liquors solely as export goods, selling them to the nobles of the Western Regions and the Northern Liao grasslands.

Bai Jinchun, splendid in a lavish red evening gown, walked arm in arm with Xiao Tu toward the center of the stage, her face radiant with a smile.

The Mo family received Bai Zhen with warmth—their ties were deep to begin with, and with him being the richest man in the North, his visit brought honor to their home.

First, the steamer was sealed tightly and fitted with a bamboo conduit, which connected to a sealed brick container on the right.

Seeing Su Yan so flustered, she felt certain the girl was simply inexperienced—her grandmother’s taste was just too poor, that was all.

Of course, they also took money to do jobs, but only if it was for the weaker, justified side.

The next month focused on two major affairs: restructuring the army and taking over the Yuanwing Manor. Everything bustled with energy, yet ran in perfect order.

“Even a cornered dog will jump a wall—how much more so a person?” Wang Xudong remarked after putting a piece of food on Zhang Xiaoyun’s plate.

“So what do you want to do?” Rong Tang asked. Surely, you don’t have a miracle cure like the Longevity Sect, healing legs crippled for years, right?

The Myriad Transformations Sect, the Grand Void Sect, and the Purple Sky Sword Sect—over a thousand disciples gathered in the Divine Capital. Led by three elders, they departed together, embarking on a new journey.

On this very day, the Kunlun Sect, once the leader of the five great sects and famed across the entire Eastern Divine Continent, was utterly wiped out by the True Lord of Myriad Transformations and the Real Man of Great Origin.

No one knew that the doppelgangers Zhang Wei created might one day develop true feelings of their own.

To be so afraid of meeting the parents? Tu Yujing bowed his head, even more dejected. He wondered if he should take some other action, so that Shen Xin would think it was Shen Yu and Shen Yu who discovered it themselves, not something he had deliberately exposed.

Shen Xin looked sadly at Chen Gaoyue. Why, why did this have to happen? She had concealed her appearance and done nothing amiss—why must someone shatter her peaceful life?

Their cargo ship passed near the Gulf of Aden—notoriously dangerous with war and domestic turmoil. Gu Anxi would surely endure hardship there.

Shen Yu led the way excitedly—he had memorized all the caravan’s stops. In the capital, they had certain privileges to handle any secrets or situations among the merchants.

Good heavens, even among the great powers of a seventh-tier divine realm, such a number of eighth-rank Celestial Lords would be unheard of!

“Now, do you still think you can escape?” That strange voice returned, as if still whispering in Bradory’s ear.

Li Ming had traveled the world of Tianlan for years and seen its forging techniques and treasures, yet that black armor did not resemble the handiwork of Tianlan.

These four powerhouses were all at least early peak Time-space Sovereigns. The Supreme Taiyi and the Devourer Sovereign were late-stage Time-space Sovereigns.

“This is an illusion—someone laid a trap in the woods and you fell for it. Do you remember those strange grass knots?” Old Hei said, circling around as he spoke.

This exit led directly to the banks of the Yellow River. When we emerged, we were already downstream, past Zhengzhou.

A sudden pause swept the battlefield—not only did the insect horde halt, even the divine soldiers sensed the change and instinctively looked up.

Feng Yulai was Li Ming’s reverse scale—how could he not punish the master of the Beast King Immortal Sect, the Frost Tiger Jiao, for wanting to devour her?

Yet the two guards saw things differently—their conversation brimmed with admiration for Lei Jie.

For a while, Lei Jie stayed home with Ai Non and Xing Ya, spending most of his time with his parents, and venturing out for sightseeing when free.

In that fleeting moment, a strange twist occurred—the seemingly straightforward killing arrow abruptly veered midair, plunging toward the right rear of Hu Tianyu.

When San Mazi woke again, two whole days had passed. His body had healed completely. If not for the new flesh grown and the pus-soaked clothes that constantly reminded him, he would have thought it all a dreadful nightmare.

“According to preliminary statistics, all three hundred elites in the command center are dead. In addition, about a thousand civilians in Xiongcheng were burned alive. The losses are incalculable.” With such a disaster, the assistants had, of course, compiled the basic facts at once.