Grandpa Qi has been discharged from the hospital.

“You are my apprentice now, so when you come to the imperial capital to study with me, you’ll need a place to live. I’ve already had someone prepare a courtyard just for you, on the east side of the second lane. I had them renovate it into a small residence with three rooms—one for your bedroom, one as a study, and another as an alchemy workshop.” There was no denying that Master Yang had made thorough arrangements.

“Thank you, Master.” Xie Yihuang had never expected Master Yang to prepare everything so completely on his behalf.

Meanwhile, both Shen Feng and the warrior Lina wore earth-grade magical garments. Combined with the protective treasures they’d already used to deflect most of the assault, though the blade aura pressed against them and left them breathless and uncomfortable, neither was truly harmed.

Now, with the two demon kings, Shadow and Flying Cloud, entering the “Blood Pagoda,” their intention was self-evident.

They hadn’t even bothered with a real maneuver; just a casual shuffle had been enough to shatter the entire Inter Milan defense.

This surge of Buddhist power roamed with tremendous force, lacking the gentleness of last time’s probing guidance. It was nothing like the earlier ease with which Shen Feng transformed Buddhist energy into demonic power.

For years, having roamed the provinces, the Empress Dowager had rarely managed to catch him. This time, it wouldn’t be so easy to escape.

Upon hearing this, the Void Cauldron flew into Zhang Yang’s body and fell silent. Zhang Yang quickly projected his consciousness inward and saw the Void Cauldron slowly spinning, exuding a strong aura of death from within, sending a chill down his spine. Realizing he could be of no help, he slowly withdrew his consciousness.

Zheng Wanger collapsed to his knees, wiping cold sweat from his brow as his mind raced for an idea. At this moment, all thoughts of favored concubines or children were forgotten—he hated the Zhou family all the more. If she hadn’t barged in to make a scene, how would he have been exposed so suddenly?

Yet Ji Yuchen knew none of this, for the information left behind by the Primordial King was far too scant. Just a few words, merely revealing that the Heart of the Five Elements was the key to the Primordial Divine Mansion.

Zhang Yang looked at the black serpent, feeling miserable, fearing it would imitate the green snake and tear off a piece of its own flesh—an outcome he could hardly bear.

Though they had yet to figure out exactly what "kh巾z门寸" meant, at least they had determined that this string of characters referred to a specific location.

Riding a bicycle and dressed in a windbreaker, he meandered on and off until dusk before finally reaching the county seat.

Nicolas paid in full, then cradled the bald “chicken” in his arms as he walked out of the market.

Staring at the cup of crystal-clear water with a solitary tea leaf floating atop, Lu Li paused in thought, then finally picked up the cup, blew on it, and drained it in one gulp.

“Doctor Shen, Doctor Shen, please save my Tiantian, please save her.” Shen Tinglan had just returned to his office from the operating room when Tiantian’s mother, panic-stricken, rushed in clutching her daughter.

Rong Fei had been away from acting for five years; at first, the cameraman worried she might not find her rhythm.

It was precisely because things were so clear that Neptune began to entertain thoughts of seeking refuge with the Pirates.

He’d picked up a trick last time in Guangdong—set up a floor fan with a basin of ice in front, and let the fan blow over it.

It was no surprise. Old Lady Wu’s son had died, and in her grief she just wanted to bury him in the ancestral tomb. But Granny Jiang dragged her away, even ordered others to carry off her son’s body to exchange for work points.

With a heavy heart, Gu Nianchu returned home. She had barely lain down when she heard the sound of an ambulance from downstairs. She hurried to the window, pulled back the curtain, and glanced out.

Ma Feng no longer appeared as complicated as before; instead, he stood solemn and stern, eyes narrowed, gripping his sword in both hands. At the sight of a flame igniting along the blade, in the blink of an eye, the entire sword transformed into a sword of fire.