Yunze, I want to forget you.

I understand what Shen Yinchen is worried about. To become the head of a family, aside from cultivation, one must also possess the ability to unite the entire clan.

On Mount Panxu, the aged Daoist Panxu stood before the ritual stone platform of heaven, watching the rolling bronze sphere, its jade heart glowing with the crimson hue of a blood moon.

For someone like her, who never bowed to fate, what a humiliation it was to bow to Han Ximing at this moment!

Li Ge slammed the door shut. When he turned back around, he was surprised to find that Ling Qianyi had opened her eyes, looking at him with a mix of bewilderment and vigilance. The mist in her eyes only added a touch of allure.

Eighty thousand US dollars were transferred from the account, and this villa now belonged to Xia Shu. Holding a large bundle of keys, Xia Shu suddenly felt a bit unaccustomed to it. This was the first time in his life he had ever purchased real estate, and he had bought an entire villa right off the bat.

"The one receiving the Crown Prince of the Wei State is the newly appointed Director of the Ministry of Rites, Lord Fang Ronghua. The detailed schedule should be in Lord Fang's hands," Zhang Yue replied, shaking his head. That was all he knew.

Wang Zhen's head began to spin as he continued to hurl curses and trade blows. Ling Qianyi simply couldn't stand it anymore, and with a few punches, she had two burly men carry him off to dreamland ahead of schedule.

When that blade pierced his chest back then, she had never considered any of this. She only knew that her heart felt as though it were being pounded by a thousand hammers and chiseled by ten thousand awls, suffering a heartbreaking, excruciating pain.

The attendant Tang Zhen stood quietly beside Mo Changli, motionless and silent, his eyes fixed dead on the battlefield across the grassy marshland.

The pride deep in Tong Xiaoling's bones was provoked. Giving him a cold glance, she picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

The Emperor was immensely astonished, as if he were meeting Shen Qinghuai's mother for the very first time, and began to doubt his own ability to judge character.

The Emperor waited a little longer, listening to nothing more than Shen Qinghuai expressing warm concern for the two children. Although this Shen Qinghuai was no good, he was genuinely sincere toward his children.

Seeing Zhan Xingliang's expression, Zhan Cheng had no choice but to tell the whole story from beginning to end. He did not even hide the fact that it was out of jealousy toward Shao Le that he had hired people to teach him a lesson.

The number was entirely unfamiliar. At first, I assumed it was just some spam call, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

However, ever since the few previous times she had slept under the same covers with Shaoyang, she had actually grown quite fond of that feeling.

When she went to the detention center to see Jiang Ruyan, she could hardly believe that Jiang Ruyan had turned into a disheveled lunatic.

As for the remaining major martial sects, they showed every intention of standing aside and watching the show comfortably. They were quite eager to witness just how far Xie Wangsun's strength had reached after so many years in secluded cultivation, and how large the gap was between him and themselves.

She could never be described with the word malicious. Even if she had truly done certain things, she had been driven to it.

My previous failures were entirely due to being too constrained by the rigid frameworks of those so-called "master plans."

As expected, those were fruits from that very same fruit tree. Opting not to get mixed up in that trial had been the right choice.

The moment Xia Hai shouted those words, the scene remained silent for a mere three seconds before erupting into noise once again.

When Zhao Weiguo snapped back to his senses, he found a roll of paper money on the driver's seat consisting of tens, fives, twos, and ones, adding up to roughly one hundred yuan.

Master Fan did not understand the conflict between the two of them, but having just exchanged a few blows, he knew that in terms of pure strength, he was slightly inferior to Fujiwara, and in a war of attrition, he might not emerge victorious. Fortunately, Ningning arrived at that exact moment, granting him a brief breathing space to quickly recover a portion of his spiritual energy.

Chi Shuyan had originally intended to set up a spirit-gathering array. Leaving aside the fact that she did not have that many spirit stones, she usually used jade infused with spiritual Qi to set up such arrays. Erecting one in such a massive villa would require quite a bit of effort on her part.

After Zhong Xiwang finished speaking, the surrounding onlookers began to whisper among themselves. The production team leader even came over to tell Zhong Xiwang that she had gone too far, asking what would happen if someone died. Zhong Xiwang only replied indifferently, "I know what I'm doing, they won't die!" leaving the team leader so angry he could only glare in frustration.

That slap brought both of them back to their senses—one filled with inner unease and a lingering sense of guilt, while the other darkened his face, desperately scrambling upward using both hands and feet.

That day, Ningning picked a basket of fresh wild fruits in the back mountain. They looked somewhat like plums, but were even crisper, sweeter, and more refreshing. After tasting one and finding the flavor quite pleasant, she simply transplanted one of the trees into her space, and took all the harvested ones over to the Cheng family.

Moreover, when she had previously placed the talisman charm on her own son, she had witnessed with her own eyes how the golden patterns on the talisman turned black one by one before ultimately exploding into powder, instantly jolting her son back to clarity. This was far more reliable than those so-called experts.

Yin Zhan briefly recounted how Yan Xueyi's primordial spirit had been injured and how the Great Elder had used numerous talismans to coerce her into marrying him.

After investigating all directions, they could only discover that Gu Tingsheng's wife had purchased a coffin shop a few days prior, and all the weapons had originated from that very coffin shop.

Ye Tian was equally bewildered. The voice in his mind was far too clear, giving him a strong sense of having encountered a ghost.

A passionate French kiss took place right in front of Chen Xue, regardless of whether it was Ye Tian or Scarlett. They simply acted as if no one else was around, locking lips in a French kiss for a full three minutes until Scarlett could no longer hold out and gasped for air, at which point Ye Tian finally released her.

On the street, a soldier clad in armor gave a cold shout. At his command, countless archers pulled their bowstrings, sending a rain of arrows flying across the sky.

Her tears were just like that single droplet that had fallen onto her fingertips moments before—scalding hot enough to burn her. An Xun trembled in fear, her frail body weakly lifting herself up from the ground.

"Oh? Since that's how it is, then listen well!" Yuan Jia sneered coldly, her eyes flashing with a look of utter disdain.

Time was indeed extremely tight regarding this batch of data, but from this very aspect, Professor Yang's high regard for it was clearly evident. Naturally, Ye Tian was more than happy to reciprocate the kindness; he couldn't let Professor Yang and the others labor in vain, which was why he put forward this request.

The students looked at each other in dismay, and eventually drove home in their respective vehicles, while the teachers followed the guards back into the academy with uneasy hearts.

Gladius struggled on the ground twice before barely managing to crawl back up, clinging to his last remaining breath.

Ye Tian's expression turned exceedingly bizarre... He seemed to have developed a subconscious habit of activating his superpower "Steal" whenever physical contact occurred with someone. Fortunately, this time he merely stole "English"; if he had ended up with a bloody menstrual pad instead, where would he show his face?