Volume One, Chapter 10: The Little White Flower

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As they passed through an intersection, suddenly a shadow darted out from the right and collided headlong into Zhou Xiaofeng’s embrace.
“Brother Xi, why did the Soul Stone glow red? What kind of spell is that?” Qianchen lay obediently in her arms, quietly asking.
While he was fully focused, the soil around Han Shijie shifted, and Han Shijie involuntarily exposed himself in broad daylight, countless vacant eyes staring at him.
Gu Xiao suddenly sat upright, unbuttoned two buttons on his chest, and his deep, unfathomable eyes fixed on Luo Jun with an intensely frightening gaze.
Returning home, Bing’er’s face regained its gentle expression. She entered the house to find Ye Fan diligently making dumplings in the kitchen. Seeing his earnest demeanor, she couldn’t help but smile softly.
At that moment, perhaps it was despair stirring the depths of her heart that made her speak out so vehemently.
Behind them were the Taoist priests who only knew how to collect money but could accomplish nothing of substance.
Yang Jie, wanting to say more, was silenced as Yan Xiao covered her mouth with one hand, dragged her aside, and dealt her a harsh beating to settle the matter.
“Liu Huai, shut up! I am not your mother!” Wu Mengzhen’s words were sharp and decisive, each word cold and ruthless, striking straight at Liu Huai’s heart.
Besides, over the past six months, we have traveled a lot, even once trading mountain goods on the side. Isn’t it almost the same? Did we not buy from the mountain folk and then sell? Only the scale was bigger.
In the Two-Polarity Hall, several commanders of the Black-Clad Iron Guard had already arrived. The Black-Clad Iron Guard was a secret armed force newly established by Yang Guang, responsible not only for the emperor’s protection but also for secret investigations and arrests. With Yang Guang’s orders, they wielded immense authority.
“But why do you want to do this? The Poles are comrades in our revolutionary cause... losing their support would be a severe blow to our mission!” Trotsky stared at Tukhachevsky with a serious and earnest gaze.

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The merchant sneered coldly, his voice sharp: “Commander An has keen eyesight, recognizing that I have already arrived.” Suddenly, he leapt high, onto the Eight Immortals table, brandishing his wheels in a chaotic assault—this was the Eastern Depot’s “Flower Demon,” Xue Nu’er.
At that moment, his complexion shifted abruptly, cycling through pale, blue, and red, as if repeatedly dousing himself with fuel.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three signal flares glowing red descended upon the advancing Japanese troops at the train station. “Order the air force to fire at the flare points!” Mao Yuanchang commanded immediately after confirming the accuracy of the drop, signaling the communication soldiers to contact the air force.
After receiving Yang Jing’s token, Duke Li Yuan of Tangguo wasted no time. He donned his armor and personally took command atop Taiyuan’s city tower. He ordered his legitimate second son, General Li Shimin of the Left Garrison, to lead the Hedong army directly against Wang Shichong’s Huainan forces.
The light within the tripod shone dazzlingly; all the light screens on the walls flickered on. The strange energy fluctuations within the Holy Demon Immortal Body intensified, a long silky hair, as if moved without wind, slowly swirling and waving around it.
Unable to hold back her sorrow, she burst into tears and dashed out the door, thinking to herself how terrifying and cruel he must see her as. Seeing her leave in such a state, Tian Xuan Invincible was desperate and chased after her without hesitation, shouting.
Before his voice fell, everyone’s gazes turned toward them. The round-faced clerk covered her mouth in horror, watching Lu Nan’s furious expression, clutching her chest, speechless for a long while.
However, it is very difficult for America to unify all companies. Aside from the government’s difficulty in coordinating hundreds of firms for unified action, even if they did unite, Company II wouldn’t fear them — at worst, they’d just choose not to participate and fly the truce flag. If we can’t provoke them, can we still afford to hide?
In truth, his meridians, bones, dantian, and true essence had all been shattered by that Golden Core cultivator. Even if a trace of soul remained, he could only stagger about like a puppet doll.
Sheng Xia detested unruly children. She had raised many children—not all became successful, but at least they had decent character.
Qin Yibai knew that this mutated passage had to have destruction rules added by the extinguishing force; otherwise, it would not be so aggressively invasive. Without the Infinite Divine Armor, he and Zhongsheng would surely have perished long ago.
The Grand Elder also expressed hope to reconcile with the Nangong family. After all, they were all victims, all framed and betrayed by Nangong Wanting.

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Although Yan Tang pretended to be generous in front of Qi Liaoliao and earned her approving glance, deep down she still worried about that grandson, Xiao Heng.
Qin Wan sat high in the First Hall, able to clearly see the expressions of all the ghosts. If things were truly as the two said, then what role did Jiang Ciyu play? Was her unusual reaction when mentioning Shen Taoti just her imagination?
Peering inside, Hu Zheng bent over to look closely. Inside was indeed a fat man, eyes tightly shut, looking rather pained but still breathing. His hands and feet were bound, and a cloth gag covered his mouth to prevent speech.
At last, a fierce and evil murderous aura burst forth from Qi Changtian, making him appear utterly demonic.
“Could it be that they don’t realize they are dead and think they are still alive, which is why they act so detached from the world?” Fan Nan speculated.
No one answered him. Zhan Anxin, resting his head on his thigh, breathed shallow and even—apparently asleep.
Now, they felt extremely wronged, endlessly entangled by baseless accusations without any cause.
With a sound, the sword blades gathered by Liu Jingyu shattered in response. He knelt on one knee, bracing against the residual force’s impact.
A hint of a tattoo showed on her supple chest—a seductive red lotus, making one want to explore what endless green lotus leaves lay beneath that single red blossom.
Their chattering made Lin Ran even more embarrassed. She slowly moved closer and placed her hand over his.