Chapter 21: I Haven't Bathed in Days

One of the Wushen’s hands resting on his shoulder pressed down with the weight of Mount Tai, restraining the turbulent divine power within and guiding it along a complex path coursing through his entire body.

“Since you, Father, do not oppose our being together and even appreciate Lu Yun, why do you usually act so aggressively?” they inquired.

“She’s riddled with fractures all over; she’ll probably have to strip off all her clothes!” Ao Zhenxing said solemnly.

“If he dares to cause trouble for our Five Poisons Sect, we will make sure he never returns!” She Qiantai said coldly.

Sure enough, when Xia Ri lifted her head once more, a resolute expression graced her face. She was grateful that Linlin remained silent in this situation, understanding her concerns. But none of that mattered now.

“Exactly! You scoundrel, don’t you dare slander my idol. I’ve already let your earlier rude remarks slide, but if you keep this up, I’ll get angry,” Spiderman also said.

Such a dutiful son warmed his heart; yet worrying his son was not something a father should do. It was better to recover at home after discharge.

Ge Congzhou gazed at the mountain pass. This place was easy to defend but hard to attack; even if they broke through, they would never catch the emperor’s carriage.

In the seaside villa, Zheng Jian, back from the Shield Agency, was playing a competitive game on his Orange-brand computer.

Fortunately, someone was making up for my mistakes. While I helped others, other soldiers were helping me and my mother. But that poor young man was not as lucky as I was; he ended up severely wounded in the battle against the Zegel tribe.

However, unexpectedly, Mo Chang’an did not lure anyone out but instead attracted a deadly Rakshasa.

The last door was kicked open by him; stepping on an intricately patterned long-pile carpet, he strode straight to the bathroom and tossed Xuesheng into a steaming hot bath.

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“It’s nothing. I had just entered the palace,” Ling Weichu said, and one could tell he had surely returned in a foul mood from the empress dowager.

“That’s nonsense! Your mother wanted exactly that back then, forcing me to dismiss the seventh concubine. I never thought you’d learn that baseless talk from her!” Chu Bingsong said coldly.

An emperor’s wrath shakes the world; when an emperor saves the realm, even bones can be reborn—this is the path of imperial rule. That sword now faintly bore the mark of imperial doctrine.

The three bodyguards nearby immediately stood up, lowered their eyes, and clasped their hands, looking deeply apologetic. Before Shen Rui could ask, they blurted out everything like spilling beans.

“Xiao, it’s not like what you said. I’m not that kind of person.” She shook her head, unable to believe what she had just heard. How could she be that person?

Yu Wei stood beside the desk, lowering her gaze to look at him. Whether intentional or not, she raised an eyebrow and asked a question.

“The martial arts tournament forbids murder; this has been a taboo for a thousand years!” Lin Zhinnan’s face was as cold as frost. After his palm strike failed, he retreated and casually sliced through bamboo with a hand blade, releasing a volley of bamboo arrows like a bed crossbow in rapid succession.

“That’s impossible. Where is the brain? If that thing grows in an exposed place, I could try my best, but inside the brain... forgive me for being powerless.” Li Shangqian became somewhat agitated; his gaze toward Ling Weichu was strange.

They two did not see clearly, but Sheng Ye saw it—the radiant light that blossomed just now was at least ten meters of aptitude, and the glow was dazzling.

“I can help you summon the White Bone Spirit, but you must promise me that no matter what happens, you will keep your emotions steady, okay?” Xuancheng said, though his appearance seemed insincere, Sun Wukong still agreed to his request.

Jiang Kong’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper. The dark yellow mask emitted such a strong boss aura that he had never seen before. He was even afraid to use divination to probe his opponent’s background, fearing to see what he dreaded.

Zhang Jianwei and another closely followed behind. Judging by appearances, this was the last place where Lu Lei’s transformed vengeful ghost had lingered.

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Under Zhang Jianwei’s water control technique, the two walked back to their residence slowly, encountering no one along the way.

Qingya should not cause her fellow disciples to suffer because of her own fatigue. If she did not follow Chai Agui and the others, her sisters would remain imprisoned indefinitely, unjustly suffering in jail. That place was no place for humans. The sisters were all young and beautiful; how could they endure such torment? If time dragged on, who could guarantee nothing untoward would happen?

“I won’t show mercy.” Xuenianyi wielded her wooden sword, the arena already turning into a frozen wasteland.

Putting aside everything else, just looking at these five, none could be associated with bandits by appearance.

Cuiyu bent down and said, “Biyu, for the half month that the princess and I have carefully taken care of you, you may go.” The implication was clear: neither she nor the princess could go; only Biyu could.

At this moment, he cared more about why the orc expeditionary force could so thoroughly prepare in advance, forcibly overturning the advantages he had painstakingly gained again and again.

Gao Lan struck out with his left palm, intercepting the opponent’s right kick mid-air in an instant. He used the momentum to flip over and land back on the execution platform’s floor. The two were now three steps apart.

“No, Ling Chen, I know my own situation. I don’t have much time left. Please let me say what’s in my heart, okay? Otherwise, I truly won’t have another chance,” Murong Wanqing said in a rush, speaking a long passage in one breath.

“Even if it’s experimental, they can’t harm the players in any way,” Lin Chi said with certainty.