107 First Bribe, Then Dismiss

"Who told you to come up?" Lu Xun's voice remained cold, though the gloomy, menacing aura in his eyes had completely dissipated.

He had been teaching himself English slowly before, not feeling particularly urgent since his main business was in Hong Kong.

Her legs were truly stunning. Ye Chen felt he had been far too much of a gentleman earlier, having touched them only twice when he should have gone for a third.

"I know it's possible he simply botched the job, but regardless, I won't touch him until he finishes that task for me. As long as he lives, Hu Qingqing will never leave with me, so he must die," Zheng Qian said viciously.

Su Mian’s smile stiffened, but she didn't press the issue; after all, the money Ye Jun earned would eventually go to her son.

Bai Xi’s expression faltered before softening. It was wonderful that their family could fight as one.

Everyone visiting the temple for the first time felt a faint sense of unease. The four wooden statues were all facing away from the visitors, their faces turned toward the earthen walls of the temple.

Qiu Xiangjing had returned home early that morning. He had been away for days, and his children missed him. With Xia Ming and Xu Yuemei here, there was no real need for him, so he took the opportunity to go back and see his children.

Scales erupted violently across Yang E’s hands. The edges of the scales reflected the light from the cave ceiling; one could be certain that even a graze against a person’s skin would strip away flesh and blood.

Fortunately, Ye Qingci reacted quickly. She turned and swept her leg, tripping her opponent to the ground, and prepared to follow up with an elbow strike just as the Falcon had done.

By the time she reached the bustling city, it was already dusk. She strolled slowly, observing the customs and folkways, learning the nuances of speech and behavior in daily life.

Su Yang and the other nine contestants vying for the rankings had arrived at the arena early. Aside from the ten of them and the host, Sword One, the perimeter of the arena was empty.

Suddenly, Xue Rou’s hands shot upward. The God-Slaying Lightning Spear drew in thousands of bolts of lightning, which condensed at the tip of the spear into a sphere of thunder. With a sharp point, Xue Rou aimed the spear toward the territory of the Blood Mist Clan.

After shouting, Zhao Yun turned his horse around with effortless grace and rode slowly into the city. What did it matter if the gates of Xinye were wide open? What did it matter if the drawbridge wasn't raised? Cao Ren watched helplessly as Zhao Yun vanished from sight, yet he dared not send his troops to give chase.

A thin red line appeared on the neck of the Puppet Spirit Protector. He glared at Xia Zheng before slowly collapsing backward.

"Ninety thousand spirit stones. This young master bids ninety thousand spirit stones. Are there any higher offers?" Su Yi continued.

This time, it was Xing Ji who retreated, though he did not forget to strike back as he fell back. His longsword slashed through the air, instantly carving out a fierce, sword-shaped phantom before him.

Before long, the desert giant lizards began to retreat—a retreat born entirely of instinct.

Leaving Mount Shaohua and following the Zhu-Pi River downstream, it was the first time mother and son had enjoyed the mountain scenery together. Changkong Xingyu was overjoyed; with Mother Fengyu’s spirit sense scouting the path, there was nothing for him to worry about, allowing him to relax his body and mind amidst the beautiful landscape.

After listening, Zhan Qi’s brows knit tightly together, his eyes fixed on Lin An’an with a mix of heartache and worry.

He clearly didn't fear me acting out, for his strength was far superior to my own. If he discovered something amiss, he could kill me with ease.

Seeing the genuine, unfeigned smile on Cheng Ran’s face, Gong Huilan shook her head with a resigned sigh.

A strange, poignant sorrow rose within me. My strength was nowhere near hers—what right did I have to be her master, and why did she protect me so?

Upon reaching the integrated building, Fang Ye parked the car and crept toward the first-floor lecture hall. Peering through the window several times, he confirmed that Professor Wan was not the one teaching inside.

Wei Qizhi poked the campfire, coaxing the flames to grow larger, which made the warmth much more bearable.

The "Body Seed Method" that Shi Hao would eventually pioneer was a brand new cultivation system, and an exceptionally brilliant one at that. Thus, the Shi Hao of the future had walked the Path of the Immortal Executioner more than once.

They were not worried, however. To them, a person devoid of any aura—no matter how strong his physical power—could never stir up trouble in their hands; it was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Suddenly, a flurry of high-pitched buzzing filled Lu Guang’s ears, a hundred, a thousand times louder than the mosquitoes of a summer evening. The mosquito tide had arrived. His face changed drastically; thanks to the trouble caused by the Three-Headed Insect, he hadn't managed to collect a single crystal core.

"Hiss—" Jing Xiu couldn't help but gasp in pain, a piercing ache shooting through her wrist.

"You really have too much energy to burn if you're using it all to deal with me..." Jing Xiu grumbled with dissatisfaction.

Di Qianxie offered an irresistible reason—teaching Feng Wuxie martial arts—which finally gave him a justifiable excuse to stay by her side.

"Fate is ethereal; no one can say for sure," Feng Wuxie mused, deciding not to dwell on it for the moment.

After checking her pulse, Mo Li slowly withdrew his right hand. As the warmth of his touch vanished from her wrist, the disciple felt a sense of relief, yet simultaneously, an unprecedented wave of loss washed over her.

Duan Yiran felt deep pity for Mu Niansheng, who had fallen out with her family for his sake, and he cherished her all the more. Not only did he marry her with the full honors of a grand wedding, but he also treated her with complete devotion, and the two shared a period of true happiness.

Feng Wuxie and Di Qianxie exchanged a look, a flicker of warmth in their hearts. She couldn't help but look up and offer him a faint smile, and with a silent, mutual understanding, they walked outward.

Li Hun’s expression froze, the words he was about to speak cut short. He hurriedly halted his forward momentum and then, with soft steps, quietly retreated.