Volume One, Chapter 41: The Sixth Prince Suffers Repeated Setbacks!

After Gu Nuan finished speaking, she lowered her gaze, her hands tightly intertwined, biting her lower lip, a look of hesitation upon her face. Wen Qiaowei, however, shook her head, brushed the other's hand aside, and stepped forward to stand before Gu Ling and the mother and child.

At first, Willow had hoped to preserve that last shred of dignity, but things only grew worse, exposing the family’s disgrace for all to see. He knew His Highness was truly enraged now. After all this time, they still hadn’t found that person, and as long as he lived, he remained a threat—a threat His Highness would never tolerate.

Just the protective aura marking a Qi Sect master was enough to make them powerless, not to mention Han Dong’s supreme Thunder Law and the Azure Cicada Flying Sword. No matter how many people the Zhao family had, they were no match.

To think that even without merging with the main world’s true body, the Witch Tribe could still give birth to a spiritual embryo and break through the heavenly gate—a tribe both fierce and fortunate.

After speaking, Hong Dawei twisted open the cap of his mineral water. Da Fei, growing impatient, quickly unscrewed his own bottle and, like Pigsy devouring the fruit of immortality, tipped his head back to gulp it down.

She had just seen Wei Yin buying a bouquet of white lilies and guessed that Yan Yu might be coming to the cemetery. Last time she’d run into him here, so she’d hurried over by car, hoping to chance upon him again.

A grand palanquin borne by dozens was carried impressively into the martial arts field, and a man of about fifty years took the central seat.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” The scar-faced man’s expression darkened, unable to contain his anger. He hated when people stared at his scar, and hated it even more when they brought it up.

This really was a den of ruffians. At the door, seeing the scar-faced man, all bowed in greeting.

Chu Yan was fiddling with the camera on the table. The audience, doubting he had actually made those moves himself, clamored for him to livestream his hands in action.

After about ten seconds, I could no longer see Fang Tang. All I could see were the “Red Dragon White Robes,” with no gaps left to observe anything else.

Mo Qiu leaned against a large tree, catching his breath for a long while before finally exhaling and coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

I reproached myself for a good two minutes. At last, the steps and the landing finally switched places, and we started moving forward.

When these words were spoken, even someone as mild-mannered as Chu Yan couldn’t help but grow angry. Yang Tianbao, pretending to advise, was really mocking Chu Yan for overestimating himself—LPL was a rich man’s game, and poor folk like Chu Yan ought to stay far away.

Couldn’t they make the loading animation a bit more normal? Using a spinning copper coin as a progress bar—was that meant to remind players that only spending money could make you stronger?

A scroll was simply a use of energy, but with its nodes not obvious, most people never noticed.

Looking for Chu Jiran again, she had already entered the sterilization chamber, preparing for the next round of experiments.

The envoy from Ost cowered, trembling, when suddenly a heavy boot stamped hard across his cheek.

If that guy had a hidden agenda, what could it be? The ruins? Ridiculous—the site was so vast, even after decades, the Americans had found little, let alone them.

That blade was truly uncanny: at first glance, its snowy edge was void, empty, but blink and it reflected all the myriad worlds—mountains, rivers, suns setting and moons sinking, billions of stars flickering out—creation and destruction, the cycles of heaven, all contained within.

In the New Universe Sector, Ye Tian had already dispatched three warships. Still, over a thousand super-dreadnoughts remained stationed there.

“Enough!” Sun Dafa came over carrying food, scolding Sun Jiaojiao, his tone harsh. “How have I taught you? Have you already forgotten?”

Because the evolutionary serum was nearly impossible to mass-produce, and its risks were enormous.

“Meizi Qing… he’s just a local cultivator who survived the heavenly tribulation. He’s not a true immortal. Could he really do all that?” Doudou was skeptical.

Though Chiyou was powerful, after many battles, he was still defeated by the Yellow Emperor, and only then did China enjoy peace.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Lin looked at her, trying to read her face for even a hint of emotion—by now, he could no longer fathom her thoughts.

Zhou Xun took chopsticks from the cubby, cradled a bowl of rice, and ate heartily with the four dishes.

“That’s not a good idea. That shrew still needs them to find out where the will is hidden,” another man hesitated.

Zi Wuyu leaned back in his chair and explained everything to Mo Bo, who was left gaping and touched Zi Wuyu’s forehead, checking if he had a fever.

Yao Li was momentarily stunned, then quickly used his divine sense to scan the surrounding mountains. Finding no ambushes, he withdrew his senses and asked respectfully, “Lord Moon, is something wrong?” He was far more deferential than before.

At his words, all eyes turned to Zheng Shaofeng, and those with sharp minds instantly grew suspicious.

Jun Ran noticed the man’s disdainful gaze falling on her pink underwear and quickly pulled the hospital gown over herself.

“No, no! How could such lovely hands do this kind of work? Let me handle these rough chores,” Zhou Yiyang insisted.

“You laughed too, didn’t you? If you can laugh, so can I, Daoist,” Zuo Feng replied cleverly.

This morning, when she was making chicken soup, Gu Lichen was there. He asked why she thought of making it, and she lied, saying she just wanted to treat herself.

The onlookers, all students, watched wide-eyed in disbelief at the test results, unable to accept that Zhou Yiyang, already a god and their idol, could have produced such numbers.

The bronze bell itself was a magical tool, but it could only contain so much yin energy. In that instant, so many wandering souls rushed in, far exceeding its capacity, and it shattered into pieces, losing all effect.

Hearing Wuming agree, the others finally smiled, nominating Wuming as the new elder.

Here, one could see ships, airships, and flybikes coming and going, as well as all manner of bizarre creatures—it was like stepping onto an alien planet.