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However, this time the Luo family suddenly went mad of their own accord and confessed everything, rendering all those protective umbrellas completely useless. Those who were at odds with the people behind them also seized the opportunity to kick them while they were down, making the scandal grow larger and larger.

Yet he never expected that Huo Zichen would possess such a vast quantity of medicinal herbs. The herbs themselves were not particularly rare—mostly second- and third-tier materials—and their quality was quite decent. But with this endless mountain of herbs stretching out before him, how on earth was he supposed to sort and package them for her?

Qi Ling let out a low cry, her hands rapidly forming hand seals. The phantom of a silver fox materialized behind her, its eyes gleaming as its wide mouth opened to inhale and exhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"It's not poison, just a standard hallucinogenic injection primarily used to clear away the sensation of a headache. Otherwise, she'd be in for some bad luck when I hypnotize her shortly." As she spoke, she made a move to continue the injection.

Da Nang was a coastal city whose walls were not particularly thick. Wang Zhi resorted to his old trick, using gunpowder to blast open a massive breach. Unlike Xinzhou City, however, after the Champa army broke into Da Nang, they were actually driven right back out by the sheer tenacity of the local inhabitants.

Competing for resources in the entertainment industry was a completely normal occurrence; give-and-take, along with covert and overt struggles, was simply the norm. Lin Yichen had consoled Wang Tong back then not to take it to heart.

First to appear was a scene of fluttering snowflakes, followed by a youth of about ten or eleven years old, diligently practicing his horse stance. The person standing behind him, striking him with a withered leafy branch, turned out to be Yuan Li.

"If it were our Red Coral Capital, I would value it at seven billion US dollars!" Kenta Inoue said earnestly.

"You knew all along?" Vera asked in astonishment. That Crimson-Backed Blood Serpent was extremely rare. At the time, because Balor showed no abnormal symptoms after being bitten, the two of them had simply not paid much mind to it.

Regnar woke up two days later. Although he felt an overwhelming terror that opening his eyes would reveal the lifeless body of Annelotte, upon discovering that nothing was beside him, he did not feel a sense of relief; instead, he let out a cry.

What Lin Qingxuan did not know was that the moment he left, Xia Xue'er had dressed herself, quietly slipped out of the room, and made her way to the residence of the Jade Void Palace's ancestor.

Young Master Wei's father was the second-ranking elder of the Wei clan, named Wei Nian. He had inherited the noble title of Grand Master, though he held no official post at court and engaged instead in commercial enterprises. The headquarters of the Wei clan was in Hedong, while the Wei residence in Luoyang served as their liaison office in the capital.

Therefore, Regnar took a deep breath to steady his emotions before gently knocking on Irene's lounge door.

Zhang Qiao said, "The price is this much." He gestured with a number using his hand, which was double the cost of handling the exact same matter previously, and waited for Cheng Yu to bargain.

Realizing his lapse in composure, Lucifer quickly recovered his usual detached expression and smiled faintly, "It's nothing. This friend of yours looks very much like my late wife, Sasha." With that, his gaze lingered on Delis for a few extra moments.

Shaking his head, Li Hai decided to stop thinking about that utterly dreadful old man. He figured he would probe the old man's attitude again when he went to pick up his clothes that evening; perhaps his initial judgment had indeed been mistaken.

Suddenly, a sudden gale swept up thousands of tree leaves, and flute music erupted from all directions like the roaring of dragons, its profound internal force shaking the surrounding mountains and forests.

Seeing the enemy behave in this manner, Wang Qi suspected they might be plotting some scheme. However, relying on his numerical superiority, he felt entirely unfearful. Moreover, the complex terrain near Longmen Town was unfavorable for cavalry combat. Consequently, he led his troops in pursuit, and upon seeing the enemy form ranks, he arrayed his own forces in preparation for battle.

As time ticked away second by second, Qin Jian, who was already on the verge of collapse, found the burden increasingly unbearable.

Just as the referee hesitated, and Xia Jinlong and Xuanrong Ming prepared to rescue the two youths, two identical voices rang out.

"Seventh Brother, you need not harbor any burden in your heart regarding this matter; it is related to the cultivation method you practice. It appears that the technique you study is of an extraordinary grade, but your current cultivation remains shallow. You must never casually leak this before outsiders," Jiang Ji warned solemnly. The others also fixed him with earnest, cautionary gazes.

With that, Song Qing pulled out his phone from his pocket, placed it before me, and tapped the screen a few times. He opened the contacts list and dialed a number displayed as 10086. At first, I found it exceedingly strange—who on earth would save 10086 in their personal contacts?

As the two faced opponents mounted on tigers and wolves, the unique blood-boiling fervor characteristic of youth was slowly ignited within them.

Late into the night, Xiao Beiping's imperial lodge finally welcomed a visitor: the Second Prince, Xiao Beiding.

I feel that no words can adequately describe the tumultuous waves currently churning within my soul. If there remains any last shred of purity in this world, it must surely reside in the deepest recesses of our hearts—life and death bound together as one.

In Yokohama, Japan, stood Hong Hanlin's Seventh Unit. The deputy commander, Guo Jiayu, shared the exact same temperament as Hong Hanlin during their school days—a thorough prodigal son—who had followed Hong Hanlin through the gates of the Seven Paths when the latter fell out with his family.

Rain in the desert regions is unlike any other; arriving without warning amidst lightning and thunder, it would just as suddenly retreat and vanish into obscurity.

She offered a faint, gentle smile and nodded, though at that moment her complexion appeared deathly pale, with a lingering trace of blood staining the corner of her lips.

The moment Gu Tianfeng's voice fell, the entire venue went dead silent. No one expected him to raise the bid to twenty million in a single leap; it seemed he placed a rather high value on this Ten-Thousand Demon Grass.

Shen Hong lacked the vast accumulation of knowledge possessed by Shen Zhenti, and when faced with such professional inquiries, he could do little more than nod and accept instruction.

Now that Zhang Wei was gone, although Immortal Sword Master and the others presided over the overall situation, the disciples of the Immortal Palace still whispered among themselves in private about the affairs of Palace Master Zhang Wei.

Shen Zhenti laughed heartily, a measure of pride welling up within his heart. Yet he did not become carried away by it; so many people rushing out to welcome him was likely driven not only by his own achievements and renown, but also by the desire to be the first to inquire about the situation in Jiankang.

Shortly after, the liquid was slowly injected into his body, and once everything was completed, the nurse swiftly departed the room.

Yu Tan cast a glance at Shen Zhenti, who stood respectfully holding his sword in feigned subservience. By this point, he had long since come to understand that he was merely a puppet dangling from strings in the hands of this father and son, manipulated at their whim. Yet strangely, it was difficult for him to generate any sense of rebellion, simply because every step he had taken to reach this juncture stemmed entirely from his own volition.

Every successfully transformed spirit corpse manifested a miraculous innate ability: whether a surge in velocity, immense physical strength, clairvoyance, the power to induce hallucinations, or even the regeneration of severed limbs—each possessed its own wondrous, bizarre, and incredible supernatural power.