Volume 1, Chapter 66: Are You Satisfied with This Outcome?

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"The owner of this ring back then was me, and when my soul transmigrated to the Douhun Continent, this ring remained within my physical body. I never expected that this spiritual ring would choose to recognize Xixue as its master. That is also why I am unwilling to forcibly break the contract between Xixue and this ring," Chu Ge explained via voice transmission.
Wang Qiang immediately thrust forward with his saber; with a single charge, not only could he injure his opponent's ribs, but he might also knock him off the arena platform.
Ye Feng pressed down on Ling Xueyan, his left arm embracing Guan Yue, while his hand still gripped a soft curve. With a surge of his aura, Ye Feng raised a barrier of rock and steel. From the outside, coupled with the dim lighting, it was utterly impossible to spot them.
Looking up at the night sky, "The moon is so bright tonight." A soldier holding a wooden basin gazed upward. Indeed, with no tree branches in the way, the view was completely unobstructed, the crucial detail being that his left foot took a step backward.
"Have the guts of our Dark Night members been eaten by dogs?" Master Wuneng, who naturally possessed the face of a Maitreya Buddha, suddenly flared up in a manner that was terrifyingly fierce.
The matches in the previous rounds had all been like this: those who lost were either executed on the spot or injured so severely that they truly could not crawl away.
Gao Fei smiled and immediately ordered Zhao Yun to have all the soldiers enter the Liangzhou Inspector's Mansion to rest, while he and Sun Jian walked side by side into the main hall of the mansion. After resting for a short while, Gao Fei estimated the time and continued leading his men toward the northern gate.
Rourou gave him a reproachful look and scoffed, "You have no shame saying such things in front of the children." Before she even finished speaking, she burst into a giggle herself.
"It's useless for you to hold onto it, give me back my speed token!" Ling Xueyan scolded angrily, but Ye Feng simply refused to hand it over, suddenly channeling a wisp of his aura into the waist plaque.
Honghu Building, the tallest tower in Lingnan, was situated in the most prosperous district of the region. The rent for its top floor was exorbitantly high, which further highlighted the immense wealth of the Wang family.
"How is it?" After Jiang Feng left, the tightly shut door of the thatched cottage creaked open. Zhong Tianba dragged his somewhat stooped body, raised a wine gourd in his hand to take a sip, glanced at Zhuge Mingxu standing before the cottage, and then cast his gaze toward Jiang Feng's figure gradually disappearing into the night.
Just like that, I pulled her to the entrance of our new home. I pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. Just as I wanted to go in and sleep, I heard a familiar, exasperated voice coming from behind me.
"Commander Xu, please forgive Guo's frankness, but your Marquis Fu was far too reckless this time." Guo Qiong ordered his men to carry Liu Zheng away to be cleaned up and bandaged, sighing as he spoke.
Ye Zetao understood the logic behind Chen Daxiang's words. Nowadays, the moon abroad was perceived as rounder; as long as something was associated with foreign capital, many local officials would hold it in higher regard.
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With Zhang Shaojie's approval, the Diligent Writers Foundation began to alter its strategy. Moving beyond merely providing diligence subsidies to struggling authors, it also pioneered channels for magazine publication.
"What realm of heaven and earth?" Jiang Feng took his third step, and the two figures who had been facing each other shifted to stand shoulder to shoulder, one slightly behind the other.
As the Crown Prince's younger brother, despite holding the title of Grand Marshal of the Realm's Armed Forces, he rarely had the opportunity to truly command troops. Consequently, he possessed very little practical command experience; in fact, this massive naval force consisting of nearly three hundred various types of warships had seen virtually no combat experience in twenty years.
Chu Tianshu adopted a strategy of ignoring this entirely, while Huang Cang and the others assumed that since Qian Kun was currently running the headquarters and Chu Tianshu temporarily dared not make a move against them or deal with them, the ambiguous relationship between Pan Yulin and Qian Kun was suddenly exposed by the fierce matriarch, throwing them into a panic.
At this moment, all the private booths in the Drunken Feast Pavilion were occupied by noisy guests, yet shielded by soundproof screens, the din remained unobtrusive. The two of them circulated their internal energy to lower their voices for a confidential conversation, with no fear of being eavesdropped upon. With Long Ying's acute senses, if anyone were eavesdropping nearby, he would certainly feel it.
When he took his second step, the moon in the sky lost its chill, springs that had been dry for countless epochs gushed forth transparent water, and gentle breezes began to sweep across the vast earth.
The cloth wrapping their blades had already been ripped away, and the sharp edges gleamed brightly under the lamplight.
"It's not that you ran into someone who didn't know better, it's that you ran into someone who knew *too* well, right?" Ji Yunpeng looked at Yu Yu's exposed, fair, and slender legs with a smile.
"We have no choice but to do this, but I'm worried that Qianyu won't be able to hold out until then," Lin Xing said.
Lin Yuchun hesitated, hesitated once more, and then hesitated yet again, seemingly finding it extremely difficult to make this decision, as if even speaking the words aloud was too embarrassing to utter.
He tore down a few posters with his bare hands, but seeing that it wasn't very effective, he called someone to help clear away all the surrounding posters featuring Han Li.
This was also why, even though there were only two hundred computers in Qingtian Internet Cafe, Su Yan was able to count nearly four hundred people inside.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see something else." Han Li wanted to change the subject. Anything was better than looking at photographs.
Yingsheng had finally managed to get out today and was eager to linger a while longer; there was no way she would agree to take a carriage. Although the Imperial City and Hudu were separated only by a circular river, they felt like two completely distinct worlds—one desolate and serene, the other bustling and lively.
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At the very least, until their strength improved further, they needed to temporarily avoid the razor-sharp edge of the Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Furthermore, this was happening in full view of the public, using a fortune spent on a whim to win world-shaking applause.
That was fine too. Xia Mingsu injected a dose of anesthetic, then cut away the obstructive trousers, and began debriding, stitching, applying medication, and bandaging.
Xia Lan did not know the exact condition of the wounds on Song Zhen's back, but since the doctor had specifically emphasized the risks of infection and fever, it meant the situation was far from optimistic.
"Even if he jumps out, it'll just be to beat up my old man; it's not like I sold off all the paintings myself," Chen Jiyun said with a look of complete composure. At least he hadn't done anything to disgrace his ancestors, aside from failing to pass the imperial examinations.
Ji Qian's contorted face hung upside down outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight was blindingly harsh, and with her back to the light, her appearance looked incomparably gloomy, terrifying, and tragic in death.
Because if it weren't for someone exceptionally powerful, how could they possibly have the ability to batter the solid, artifact-grade stone floors of the Dust-Washing Pavilion into such a ruined state?
Although this was not the first time he had seen it, every single time he laid eyes on this doll, Chen Kui still felt a creeping, bone-chilling terror that made his teeth chatter.
"Forswearing nonsense!" Blood Soul Ancestor naturally refused to believe Lin Ye's words, yet he had no idea what was actually happening.
"Madam, calm your anger." The wet nurse stood anxiously to the side; this time, she truly had no grounds to defend her young master.
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