Chapter 68

Shentu Haolong was lost in thought when Jiang Ruan nudged him, arching his brow and motioning subtly behind him. Shentu Haolong didn’t turn around; from the moment he entered, he was aware of someone’s gaze fixed upon him. Yet, since there was no malice emanating from the watcher, he had paid it little mind.

Huo Yi still stood there, looking at me with a smile full of intrigue. His white coat hung open, the hem caught behind his arm, hands shoved into the pockets of his military trousers. Unlike his usual sternness, this posture betrayed an effortless, almost rakish elegance.

“I... saw the world,” Long Yichen replied directly after a brief silence, responding to the elder’s question. Now, it was the elder’s turn to fall silent.

“Miss Yu, Tie Zhu, are you truly not coming back with us as guests?” Mo Tianya looked earnestly at them both.

“This fellow is probably drunk. Take him down, bring him to the restroom, splash some water on his face, let him sober up,” Yan Shu said, absently rubbing his wedding band.

Every day, Momo spoke of Ye Chen, and each time she did, Bai Huan’s silence deepened.

The intimacy after baring their hearts made one’s pulse race. His burning body fit perfectly against hers. Yan You’s breath was erratic, her hands restrained and proper, not daring to stray. Mo Yishen sensed her nervousness and shyness, and gently guided her hand to rest upon his chest.

The senior was right. I’ve come with Elder Hua’s instructions from the capital to deliver this phone to Senior Gu Du. Elder Hua wishes to speak with you.

“Don’t you know better than anyone if I’ve made any progress in that area?” Guan Luhuo’s unfathomable gaze brimmed with amusement.

Jia Sidao mused that selling a single vivid green jadeite bracelet could bring in millions in cash. It truly was the kind of business where three years’ worth of profit could be made in a single sale.

Tian Lusheng’s confession implicated even more people. Not even the supervisor of the two Huai regions escaped. The silver confiscated from his home rivaled Tian Lusheng’s. As both fell, more were named. The entire salt administration of the two Huai regions was uprooted, and not a single one slipped through the net.

But refining an already-formed magical treasure was no simple feat—otherwise, such treasures wouldn’t be so powerful. If anyone’s true fire could melt them with ease, they wouldn’t be coveted. Mo Jiangnan, however, knew the secret—how to melt a completed artifact, a skill difficult to master. He had to guide Xiuling’s true fire with his spiritual sense.

This is what distinguishes a true mother from a mother-in-law. One does everything to create opportunities; the other does all she can to destroy them.

Upon hearing my words, Xie Bowen, who had been about to follow me, immediately sat up straight and composed himself.

“I suddenly feel like telling you a joke,” Wan’er said grimly, striding briskly alongside me.

After the three great sects of Tianyun returned and discussed, it was decided: the most powerful, the Cloud Sect, would send a late-stage Golden Core cultivator; Tianyun Sect, one of mid-stage; and the relatively weaker Azure Cloud Sect, an early-stage cultivator.

Even true masters struggle to guard against the schemes of others. Magical treasures make anything possible, so even the great ones dare not stir up trouble lightly. Your cultivation may suppress trouble for a while, but not forever. As the saying goes: it’s not the thief you fear, but the thief who covets.

Qi Fei had never intended to stop at one game, so he readily agreed to the Dragon God’s request for another round. This time, the Dragon God proposed: if he lost, he would hand over the giant Terra Stone soldier he’d won from the dwarves.

“Brother Song, if it really comes to it, just hand me over. Let them do as they please.” Hua Xiaobo’s face was taut with anxiety as he stared at Song Paiyu, afraid his hesitation would cost them both, and so he rushed to speak first.

Now, it seemed not only Chen Teng would die—everyone standing by and watching would be implicated, forced to bear the wrath of Kunlun Jade Void Palace.

Moreover, Fang Yi wasn’t confident he could kill his foe. So, he could only let the man leave.

The man before him, his old wounds exposed, grew instantly savage. The sword at his waist clanged as his grip tightened, fingers digging so hard into his palm that blood soon began to drip.

Should Chen Teng decide to target the members of the Eight Hundred Blades Camp, it would be as effortless as an elephant crushing an ant—he wouldn’t even have to try.

Fame brought its own troubles. Now, I hardly dared to go out looking like myself; I had to employ tricks to disguise myself, or there’d be an uproar.

As soon as Jia Qing entered, she saw Daiyu tossing something back into Madam Zhou’s arms, her voice cold.

Qixia drifted over, offering a stack of pale blue cards, her aim precise as she handed them to Ge Sheng. Examining them, Ge Sheng was momentarily at a loss for words.

Chu Tian paid no mind and continued controlling the insects. The Miao shaman produced another gold talisman, transforming it into a different swarm, but the result was the same—Chu Tian seized control the moment they appeared.

Of everyone present, perhaps only Third Master Chen stood a chance of defeating the Mad Honey Bear.

In those days, countless formidable masters gathered on the vast sea, debating the Way. Except for the regions shrouded in primordial mist, the four directions were filled with ceaseless, terrifying laws—each law honed to its utmost.

Her wounds from the beatings were only just healing, yet she knew she’d have to report to the yamen for another ten strikes. The thought gnawed at her, leaving her restless and unable to eat or sleep.

“No, let’s just go back.” Ai Qiaoqiao had no mind for anything else now; her heart was in utter turmoil.

After the report, Han Zhenhan nodded. Before he could issue a command, an excited, slightly trembling voice could be heard shouting from ahead.

Ye Lishang lifted the hem of his brocade robe, took a deep breath, and leaped onto the windowsill. He jumped inside, slamming the window shut behind him.

Suddenly, she remembered the missing page from the recovered recipe—the very instructions for making the cherry dessert.

The high-speed aircraft bristled with savage fangs, a deep blue wolf’s head marked on its hull, two blood-dripping fangs strikingly prominent.

“Vain, aren’t you?” I tossed my coat in his face and dashed back to my seat.

Everything was connected to the yellow paper on the table. I reached for it, but Ling Yefeng snatched it away first.