Volume 1, Chapter 61: No, I Don't Want To

As Dongfang Yunyang crept toward the explosion zone, the sounds of combat drifted over, growing increasingly distinct as the distance between the two parties closed.

For terminal illnesses considered incurable by modern Western medicine in their late stages—such as liver cancer, lung cancer, and leukemia—Traditional Chinese Medicine can often prolong life by six months, or even one to two years.

The next moment, the purple random ninja card on the light screen before Dongfang Yunyang suddenly dissolved into a stream of light and vanished.

The Great Dark Lord does not wish for you to live in this world, and I must obey his command—my lifelong devotion to my master, joining the Order of the Phoenix was merely a matter of expediency.

Liu Yidian's whisk was indeed no ordinary artifact; the silver tassels at its tip had transformed into a giant net, binding the Western dragon trapped by Liu Yidian so securely that it could not stir an inch.

Bai Yu's head slammed against the ground, the gaping, massive wound on the crown of his skull glaringly stark, with fully half of his brain apparently evaporated.

The puppet translator was frightened completely pale, collapsing to his knees as he stared at Jia Cong, unable to utter a single word.

Just as Lin Chu stood up, he caught Tong Yao's gaze, her eyes brimming with disappointment and a sense of loss.

In that very fraction of a second, every muscle in his body turned rigid; no matter how strong his willpower might be, he could not budge a single millimeter.

Xue Ting was placed in a difficult spot, but quick-wittedly blurted out, "Your Highness, look! Master Li came here on account of Lady Wanglan as well."

Ensuring there was no one around, he sat cross-legged. From his spatial ring, he retrieved a jade bottle.

"Since you know this is a sword forged by Master Jiang, you should know what kind of sword it is," Bai Ke said with a smile.

Qiufin nodded at him, and Feng Zhang turned to walk toward the North City. Luo Xucheng watched Feng Zhang's retreating figure, knowing that Feng Zhang must have run into trouble on his last outing. Qiufin then rode his horse toward the Water Workshop, and Luo Xucheng hurried to follow, though he found it difficult to say anything along the way.

Although she knew she had been accepted, Lu Chen still carefully helped her choose her college applications.

The man in white immediately turned his head, coincidentally seeing Zhao Zhen and Xu Ling walking over. They were human, not spirits or monsters.

Lu Chen's emotional intelligence was truly remarkably low, but because of his love for Mu Xing, his actions were actually very much worth emulating.

However, seeing the opposing mid-laner Zhenji and support Minotaur returning to their lane, Summer knew they were not going to press the attack, so they dispersed.

The education Emperor Hongguang had received compelled him to avoid killing unarmed surrenderers whenever possible, and his current political clout did not support arbitrary executions of the nobility that might draw excessive scrutiny.

The Water Clone was one such technique. This type of clone, infused with elemental transformation, was not only more durable than ordinary clones but could also unleash greater combat prowess.

Wen Song had not forgotten the excuse Shen Mingyi used to visit the temple. Since he was not around, she had to go to the main hall to put on a show.

Emperor Hongguang did not care why she sought death, nor how she would subsequently face the various repercussions of a failed suicide attempt; he simply refused to allow her to die before his eyes.

A terrifying gravitational force pressed down upon them, causing their bones to creak, their internal organs to shift from their proper places, and the direction of their blood flow to alter. Only by kneeling could they survive.

Shi Buyu took a bite while it was still piping hot, hissing as she nodded vigorously, pointing first at the pot and then at her mouth before nodding again.

From genin defeating chunin, to chunin defeating special jonin—these were occurrences that had played out many times in reality.

Perhaps due to her spiritual roots, Bai Xinyu's talent for alchemy was truly mediocre, but her aptitude for formation arrays was exceptionally formidable.

The mere thought of the two of them stealing away together under the cover of night last evening made her heart feel as though it were being shredded by knives.

Yet when they left their crowded apartments this morning, intending to go out and slaughter to their heart's content,

Strangely enough, it felt as though an electric current had drawn the pain right out of his brain.

Guo Dian was somewhat helpless. He had been appointed Administrator of Julu in a time of crisis, and it was by no means an enviable post. Julu Commandery was the stronghold of the three Zhang brothers, ironclad and impenetrable, and the meager force at his disposal was merely a drop in the bucket.

Generally speaking, Madam Pomfrey could cure most ordinary magical ailments and illnesses.

When all was said and done, he and Zhu Jun were military men; fighting and killing were their forte, but after such upheaval, the nation would find it hard to recover its vitality, and matters should be left to Wang Yun, who was far more adept at handling such affairs.

After all the turmoil stirred up by Consort Xiao, she was genuinely exhausted and now felt a slight dizziness, most likely due to low blood sugar.

Lin Yan had already come to regard Old Madam Lin as her mother. She had never experienced what maternal love felt like, but she imagined it was perhaps just like Old Madam Lin's.

"Hahaha! No matter, the wider word spreads, the better! This time it was your uncle's poor judgment in men that brought about this catastrophe! Had it not been for that feigned madness to slip away like a cicada shedding its shell, I fear I would be behind bars by now!" Yuan Wei stated, still feeling a lingering terror in his heart.

"Wasn't this marriage annulled quite willingly by your elder sister?" Cheng Qingwan raised an eyebrow, toying with a piece of cyan fabric.

Before leaving, Sun Xia detached a portion of his men to continue guarding the southwestern corner. The leading Yellow Turban had listened to the sound of drums all morning without catching even a glimpse of the Han forces, and naturally grew somewhat lax.

His arrow had originally been aimed at Bocai's head, intending to secure victory with a single strike, but the distance was still somewhat too great, and the arrow drifted slightly during flight, ultimately striking Bocai's right shoulder.

"Fine, I'll arrange it for you. How do these fellows do their jobs!" the guard muttered, walking off on his own.

Emerging from the prisoner camp and returning to his shop, Yi Haoran pondered in secret, feeling that the harvest from this trip had been immense. First, he learned that management in the prisoner camp was lax and entering and leaving was quite casual; second, the camp administrator was greedy for wine and lustful—a flaw that could be exploited; and finally, he knew that discontent existed within the prisoner camp.

Originally, he had not intended to look over there, but purely by chance, as he stood up, his gaze swept briefly across the distant location of the corpse room.

He would never forget the scene when his father, mother, uncle... were devoured and murdered by the Cthonians.

At first, seeing that Nie Yao seemed somewhat moved, he thought he had found a breakthrough, but who could have known that after Nie Qing's departure, this fellow would instantly flip his script, remaining completely impervious to both soft and hard tactics.