Volume One, Chapter 48: It Was You Who Killed Qing Qing

They were already doing them the great favor of teaching a class, yet some people still fell asleep during the lesson. No esteemed master would ever be pleased by such disrespect.

Originally intending to dine at a tavern for a casual meal, he hesitated, fearing the scenery would stir painful memories. Walking up the stairs, he turned back and descended once more.

Jiang Hu remained silent, contemplating whether he should confront Chen Qinglong directly.

Outside the door stood two tall warriors. Their sharp gazes swept over Gongsun Yan before they mechanically withdrew.

In the river and ancient well, bodies of humans and various animals floated, clearly indicating that the water was no longer potable.

Others shook their heads slightly. Recently, Ku Mu’s moods had been volatile—sometimes smiling one moment, then suddenly turning ashen-faced as if about to kill the next.

“If I’m not welcome, then I shall leave,” Bill said, forcing a smile. Snooker wanted to persuade him to stay but, seeing Hua Jianrou’s expression, reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Xia Wenran had originally agreed to attend but requested a ride after the gathering. Otherwise, given her usual habit of taking buses and transfers, she would surely miss the last bus that day.

Sister Xu reacted swiftly, immediately releasing Lu Ning and stepping aside with a cheerful smile as she spoke to the prison guard.

Emperor Xizong did not answer but smiled and raised his head slightly, implying, “I am well aware of all that, but do not fear; we understand each other perfectly.”

“Wicked girl, what’s wrong with you these days? You seem a bit strange,” Qin Yi asked.

Suddenly, Fang Zhen’s figure began to distort, quickly reverting to a state of black mist that gradually condensed over the mask.

Moreover, his spiritual sea had now more than doubled in size, allowing him to store far more spiritual energy than before.

Zhao Wuji, standing guard beside Li Xuan, kept recalling the elder’s words. The elder had claimed to be the Red Plum Revered One. What surprised Zhao Wuji was not this title but the mention of the Imperial Sect, an ancient legendary sect said to be the predecessor of the Martial Soul Hall.

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Whether one was from the Qi family or outside it, everyone now sought to establish ties with Qi Ming, hoping to gain some benefit in the future.

This position affected the entire Third House, including Lin Qianxue and Su Rou. If the new steward were like Lin Han, the Third House would find no peace.

The Martial Soul Hall in Nodding City was of similar rank to that in Kexilu Province. Internal testers were fixed at levels thirty to forty, and the soul power testing stones were of the lowest grade, capped at level twenty.

“Presumably, this gentleman is Captain Zhang?” one person asked, eyeing Zhang Han’s battle armor.

Feng Yuan’s voice always reminded Feng Xi of ripe peaches—so sweet it felt as if her heart might melt in the tender softness between those lips.

Those words struck like a blow, dimming Consort Jia’s eager eyes instantly.

It was no wonder her mother was distraught. After all, her father and mother had been married for over a decade, and suddenly a domineering third party appeared, stirring such upheaval. Anyone would be thrown into turmoil.

Amid hurried footsteps, a middle-aged man in gray clothes and hat appeared, carrying a black medicine box.

She had no evidence at hand but still wished to make one last attempt, wanting to see the boss’s attitude.

For others, this might have been a problem, but for Yue Zhaozhao, defense was no longer an option.

Su Yunqing wished to bring her mother peace of mind, but she feared her mother had long since regarded Su Yuan as a stranger.

After rehearsing the pre-award ceremony, Rong Tianqiao was becoming familiar with the routine. Sitting upright before the mirror with calm composure, she closed her eyes to rest while the hairdresser busily worked atop her head.

Zhao Ning bowed to Tian Xue and was about to turn and leave when suddenly a tall, handsome figure flashed in.

Lin Yujiao expertly led Chen Feng to the basement of the Linnan Building. The space was quite large, though the need to keep the lights on during the day left Chen Feng with a less favorable impression.

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Before Du Qianjie could reach the planet’s edge, a piercing alarm blared. Countless bandits, scaled demon apes, flew out from the planet, charging at Du Qianjie. There was no time for threats or reasoning—Du Qianjie charged in without hesitation, unleashing a flurry of punches. Where he passed, cries of agony followed.

Seeing Jingzi faint, the vampire said nothing and opened his maw wide, ready to bite.

Sister Niu combined with the tank—this duo could easily crush Wang Zhen in his prime, and against the current Wang Zhen, there was no contest.

Cai Junye believed that within the Neon team, aside from Yoshikawa Sachiko and Kondo Shota, no one could match him, especially after hearing the song he composed specifically for the competition.

Previously, Lin Qihua’s works had been released as singles, sparking download frenzies. This time, with the album release, Galaxy Entertainment and Huaxia Music Network invested unprecedented promotional efforts.

For an ordinary person, rushing headlong forward would feel like hitting an unyielding glass wall.

Because long before Lindanhan entered Qinghai, they had severed all ties with the imperial court.

Along the way, Wang Dong found a shaded spot under a tree, sat down, stretched, and yawned.

The New Year was approaching quickly. This year, he was determined to return home and be with his family. Thus, this matter had to be resolved before the holiday. Time was tight, and if he wanted to quietly topple Murong Cun, a mighty figure, he would have to devise a careful plan.

Carrying a pile of things back to his lodgings, he collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. The cat urged him to take a bath, but he refused. It kicked him off the bed. Too tired to move, he lay on the floor. Though the cat called and patted him, he remained unresponsive.