Chapter 48

A question completely out of tune with the critical situation—Itachi was thrown off by this sudden, bizarre move.

Seeing Wuji's expression, Xinglian had already confirmed her own guess. She sneered and quietly waited for Wuji to sort out her thoughts on her own.

Overwhelmed by shock and with her mind in a blur, Yanyu thought to herself that A-Shui was trapped, and wondered how she could possibly save him. It was impossible by her own strength alone, and she could not rely on Tang Tianjiao either, whose martial arts skills were limited. As things stood now, the only person she could utilize was the Thousand-Poison Hand.

No, no, I must not get angry. The fact that the Ice Python is now willing to talk to me is already a great opportunity to make amends. I must push shamelessness to its absolute limit.

Furthermore, he could be certain of one thing: the other party was definitely not a spirit entity. Spiritual creatures mostly originated from the Spirit Realm, yet the summoning chant given to him by the other party did not point toward the Spirit Realm.

Upon learning that the fatal vulnerability of the Seven-Pronged Yama was his ears, A-Shui immediately thought of the Lion's Roar technique.

Even if one is unprepared, it still has to be faced. That unforgettable scene at the hilltop shrine made one's heart flutter with a blush, yet it also possessed the power to soften the deepest parts of one's soul.

With a crisp slap, Grandma Tang had already left a red handprint on Yang Muyang's right cheek, causing it to swell instantly. Tragically, Grandma Tang's hand was also coated with a deadly poison.

Wusu flipped through the Daoist scriptures. Reckless though he might be, he had after all occupied the position of Wudang's sect leader for decades. Influenced by Wuchen's teachings, Daoist scriptures never left his side. Only Lin Dalong was restless, pacing back and forth after sitting for a mere moment, letting out deep sighs from time to time.

After notifying Langsha, Su Chen no longer needed to rack his brains over gathering intelligence.

About half an hour later, the two of them finally calmed down. Mingyue held Song Zheng tightly in her embrace, smiling happily—a truly breathtaking smile.

Since hope existed, there was the possibility of attainment. As long as they persevered with unremitting effort, coupled with a stroke of luck, there might come a day when they could become Pill Realm martial artists.

Zhuang Jian did not answer. With his head lowered, he launched a fierce assault, devouring the two-plus pounds of steak on the plate before him. Only then did he put down his knife and fork, reached for a tissue, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Right at that moment, Su Chen's phone rang. Without a second thought, he answered it, turning on the speakerphone.

However, the words spoken next by these ten cultivators left them with no choice but to be angry. It could be said they were being forced into fury.

While he was making promises to the rogue cultivators, the computers at the flood control office were not idle, having already tracked down the dwarf's whereabouts.

As for transactions, he held zero resistance against them. On one hand, such a principle of equivalent exchange was prevalent here, and everyone possessed a strong awareness of obeying designated rules; on the other hand, and most importantly, Zhuang Jian's strength far surpassed theirs. Even if they wanted to act like bandits, they lacked the capability to wrest the dimensional space from Zhuang Jian's hands.

However, she could not wait that long. She did not want to stay a single minute longer, nor did she wish to be bullied by those people ever again.

"Liangbing, perform CPR on the old man immediately!" Su Chen commanded Liangbing to administer cardiopulmonary resuscitation to Tang Zhengguo.

Aside from He Qingdie's farce, the New Year's Eve banquet went smoothly, which brought considerable relief to Noble Consort Yu. After all, the Grand Princess was keeping a watchful eye today, and since she was already out of favor with the Grand Princess, any mishap at the banquet would surely constitute yet another grave offense.

If what Madame Yang Ji said was true and Xia Yu was not a princess, then who on earth was she? Perhaps only Madame Yang Ji held the answer.

The depths of her eyes were as gentle as water, clear as a starry night sky, yet her cheeks were blushed with an allure that made one want to completely possess her.

Putting down the letter, Fan Wei felt an indescribable emotion well up in her heart. She had originally thought he was merely a trusted aide sent by her grandfather to assist her, never imagining that her grandfather would actually send the head of the estate's shadow guards directly into the palace for her.

Xia Chuxiao was truly puzzled: what on earth was their master's ultimate objective? Not only did he refuse to let her keep this child, but he also insisted that she retain her fertility for the future.

The uncle and niece entered the villa and found the living room empty. The triple-pane sliding glass door in the center led straight to the back courtyard, where verdant trees and colorful flowers bloomed in brilliant hues. Qinghuan sat on a sofa chair engaged in a video call, while a handsome man wielded a gardening trowel to tend to new plants.

Murong Yi lowered his dark eyes, resting his gaze quietly upon her indignant, puffed-up pretty face. Watching her furious expression, he found himself somewhat amused yet helpless.

The courtyard was small, and anyone standing at the entrance could see everything within at a single glance. This place was indeed quite suited for placing someone under house arrest.

"It's you?" The butler, looking unchanged from before, flashed a hint of disdain in his eyes upon seeing Wan Wan.

Returning home to a completely empty space, the man switched on every single light, packed the refrigerator with fruit and milk, and then sat out on the balcony gazing into the night, his features as cold and rigid as a stone sculpture, completely motionless.

"Who told you lot to be so impatient? She originally intended to give each of you another bottle of the black elixir, but before she could finish speaking, you snatched the purple ones away," Jun Ran said with a smile, telling the rest of not to be hasty—now they knew better, didn't they?

As for resorting to violence in the future, Wang Zifan planned to spin off a security company from the syndicate. In any case, retired soldiers were dime a dozen within the syndicate, so there would never be a shortage of recruits. Ultimately, his goal was to grant the "syndicate" a legal existence.

Before his words fully faded, his figure had already soared into the air. The "farmers" in the surrounding villages, however, seemed entirely unfazed by the sight.