Nobody does anything for nothing.

Outside the door, Old Woman Liu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing the girl had simply been fast asleep.

"Breakfast is kept warm in the big pot. Don't forget to eat when you get up. Your grandma and grandpa have already gone to the fields."

"Aha, aha..." Jiang Ruo hurriedly replied.

At this moment, her brows were tightly furrowed, and one hand was pinched firmly over her nose.

"Huh, why is there such a strange stench?" Old Woman Liu muttered to herself, and then shouted to her eldest son at the top of her lungs, "Eldest, shouldn't the outhouse at home be cleaned out? The smell—"

A supreme treasure condensed from killing intent, a stone tablet that terrified both gods and demons—the Seven Kills Tablet, which was also the origin of the sect's name.

"Long live!" someone cheered. The crack in the sky was close at hand, but there was no suction force. Everyone understood what this meant: they had finally escaped disaster. This was a pleasant surprise. However, lacking strength, they could only manage a few shouts, and even those sounded as if they hadn't eaten enough.

I was so scolded by my master that I wished I could find a crack in the ground to hide in. Just because of that momentary flash of anger, I had forced myself into this state. Truly, retribution was swift and sure.

"Please, what does me playing the male lead have to do with Changqing's death? I must reiterate, I am not the murderer!" Bai Yifeng slammed the table in anger.

Feng Chenrui walked leisurely with his hands clasped behind his back toward the banquet venue, Qing Yi following closely behind him with a troubled expression.

Qing Qi gestured with his hand, and immediately countless figures leaped down simultaneously from all directions. Each and every one of them was expressionless and had deep, cold gazes, staring fixedly at Gong Xueliu like a prey. The moment she made a move, they would strike together to execute her.

The Rebirth Mantra? I fancied I had heard people talk about it before, but had always dismissed it lightly. It was just a few words anyone could chant; what was so magical about it? Yet when chanted by my junior uncle, it carried a magnetic quality that brought peace to one's heart. The voice was deep and unadorned, banishing all the perplexity from just a moment ago.

Mo Qianqian stood by the window, the sunlight streaming in from outside. She wore a floral, knee-length dress that perfectly outlined her graceful curves.

I was suddenly startled and hurriedly turned to look at the man who had brought me here. He was smiling too. It turned out he hadn't been unable to move; he simply hadn't wanted to move at all.

In front of the elevator doors, Fan Xiao nodded in greeting as he brushed past Deng Lei, the two groups of people passing each other by.

A genial smile hung on the face of Wang Zha as he looked at Tang Baihu, much like looking at a long-time friend.

"Who are they?" the puppy asked. The Black and White Impermanence before their eyes were neither living beings nor simple ghosts; the puppy could sense a righteous vigor from them that ordinary wandering souls lacked.

Because Xia Moqiun could feel a terrifying power within this radiance, and there was more than one stream of it. Yet these powers carried no malice, and seemed instead to hold a trace of lingering warmth.

Strolling through this sprawling courtyard, you would catch a whiff of a languid, Sue-Wong-Indo-style fragrance mixed with oriental exotic decadence. Especially amidst the screening flower beds, the large canopy beds draped in gauze always held beauties lounging indolently within, just like women of a deep palace waiting to be plucked by their lord, tempting one all the more to indulge deeply in luxury.

Everyone was shocked. In the face of Bian Bi'an's rudeness, Yu Qiqi did not seem the least bit displeased, maintaining her original smiling expression.

Master Qingxiao said, "My stomach doesn't feel well either. Master will accompany you." Qin Zhiqing shook her head, feeling a mixture of exasperation, amusement, and anxiety.

Nalan Shiyu offered a polite remark as well, but she hadn't expected Liu Meiyan to actually sit right next to Chen Nan, casting a flirtatious glance at him.

This man had blood-red eyes and immense strength. However, when he was lunged at and knocked down by the fierce tiger, his strength became useless. The chained mace in his hand plunged into the ground with a muffled thud, and with a single bite down, his massive skull instantly shattered.

"Can you two not be so cheesy? At least have some consideration for this uncle's feelings." At some point, a rough-hewn, burly man had appeared at the fortress gate, carrying an ancient artillery barrel on his shoulder, engraved with countless seals.