Chapter 53

If one does not ascend the Heavenly Ladder, they must rely on a special formation, just like now, to be transmitted to the middle realm of the Vast Kunlun, situated above the Five Extreme Realms.

Lu Fuyao was escorted before Wang Meigong, flanked by two burly men. Honghui sat on a nearby chair, picked up a teacup to take a sip, and glanced at the masked Lu Fuyao. That single look bore an uncanny resemblance to the Fourth Master.

"What is it?" Gu Ying had already woken up as soon as Kate arrived; or rather, the vampires rarely rested in the conventional sense.

Hearing this, Elder Brother Bajie speak thus, Senior Brother Sun Wukong at the side also glared with red-rimmed eyes and scolded irritably.

"Ying'er, come, let's go inside the house, let Mother take a good look at you." Madam Gu pulled Gu Ying and walked straight toward the dwelling.

The boss heaved a sigh of relief. Yu Zhile opened his payment code, the boss scanned it, and twenty-three thousand was deducted from Yu Zhile's account.

Afterwards, Gu Lingze went to the Mutao Courtyard. Upon arrival, he first checked the kitchen to see how the distiller's yeast was fermenting.

Leaving not another word, too lazy even to utter an angry remark, Ye Lancao stomped down the Dew Pavilion in a rage and boarded her own carriage.

Early in the morning, Jiayi was still deep in a pleasant dream when the patter of spring rain drifted into her ears. Startled awake, she clutched the back of her head and struggled to sit up in bed.

These past few days, Yan Jin had been caring for the child day and night, while Jin Xin devoted all her time to accompanying Miya. This left Yan Jin and Jin Xin with no opportunity for intimacy, and a surging resentment brewed within Yan Jin's heart.

"Why, Sister, you're allowed to be so close to him, but I'm not?" Le Yan looked at Le Qing, her eyes filled with viciousness.

A middle-aged bearded physician strode over, looking momentarily stunned when he saw the old matriarch lying completely still.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Ning's temper flared instantly. She took two strides in three toward Mother Qin and, without a second word, slapped the egg she was about to stuff into her mouth right onto the ground.

Looking around the desolate residence, Madam Liu felt a rather unsettling ache in her heart. She simply took Nanny Xu and headed straight for a temple in the suburbs of the capital to pray for blessings, figuring it might at least offer some comfort.

Old Master Ning nodded. In his eyes, eccentric geniuses were naturally reclusive, so he did not harbor much suspicion.

Cold Rose immediately sensed several spiritual consciousnesses attempting to invade her body, causing her to shift uncomfortably with a deep sense of revulsion.

"Falling Snow Phantom Spear!" The long spear transformed into dozens of afterimages, refracting dazzling light that momentarily eclipsed the radiance of the sun. The spear thrust forward like a dragon emerging from its cave, striking straight toward a massive boulder nearby.

She seemed to see him in his childhood, looking up in admiration at Yan Jin, yet every time Yan Jin looked at her, his gaze was filled with such disdain and contempt.

The waiter led them to the booth reserved in advance by Jin Xin. Everyone ordered a cocktail apiece and additionally requested two bottles of the house's specialty red wine.

Although Lang Qingqing, Sea Lion Male, and Wang Quan Ba Dao had sustained severe injuries, all of them carried top-tier healing medicines.

Yet today was vastly different. The distant Song dynasty cavalrymen had not charged, remaining as though they hadn't seen them at all, just standing there motionless. Did they not know that cavalry failing to charge were as fragile as tofu?

Ying was momentarily stunned, then gazed at Jiang Han's Thresh before his body suddenly trembled with excitement.

"This monster's attributes are utterly abysmal. Not only is its health pool extremely low, but all its other stats fall well within acceptable limits!" After reviewing the creature's attributes, Li Ming made an internal assessment. Aside from consuming some time, it posed zero pressure.

Feeling the fierce gale and witnessing the awe and terror in the eyes of those behind him, Wang Zha offered a bitter smile. Showing off was not his desire, but circumstances compelled him.

There was no need to remain gloomy all day because a dog had bitten him; that was not Jiang Han's style.

Duncan shook his head with a sigh, then vanished from the tree branch as if vaporized. Yet the moment he disappeared, he materialized right beside Ma Ming, unleashing his presence to the fullest.

Such a gaze carried an air of scrutiny, and generally speaking, no one enjoys being looked at in that manner.

Because it was spinning at high speed, the already rigid Impressor was completely unable to dodge—though, facing such an attack, there was no need for it to dodge anyway.

A fierce aura burst forth abruptly. The sturdy wooden barrel exploded as if packed with dynamite, sending splinters whistling and darting in all directions with unbridled ferocity.

"Also, notify Elder Yu's side. Inform him of all our deployments shortly, and have them prepare to showdown directly with these countries and meet them head-on," Ye Lingting concluded.

The moment she moved, the long sword thrust backward into Chi Hanyu's back instantly leaped from its scabbard with a crisp ring, transforming into a speck of starlight that pierced the center of the colorful radiance.

"Roar!" That Blue-Thunder White-Faced Tiger let out a roar at me, and the lightning erupting from its body began to lash out in all directions, shattering the bluestone bricks one by one.

They chimed in one after another, thoroughly dragging Zeng Zhiqiang down into the dirt, standing on moral high ground to attack him, and even dragging his wife and son into the fray.

Imagining his late wife Jie Wanrou, who had passed away many years ago and from whom he had been separated by the divide of life and death, Gong Aoting's resolve for revenge grew even firmer. As his palms struck and his sword fell, his technique was flawlessly coordinated. He moved with parallel strikes of palm and blade, growing bolder with every engagement. Each stance flowed like drifting clouds and running water, entirely natural, until his palm force and sword qi gradually dissolved into formlessness.

Li Chengxin felt that the young woman before him had matured. Time had allowed her to grow, and past hardships had forged her character.

Su Mei's face suddenly flushed red. She quickly pressed her thighs together and glared fiercely at the fellow, never expecting that Xiao Yang would be so daring as to slip his hand right between her legs while in the car.

Walking at the very front was naturally the leader of the Speed Car Gang. "A flurry of snow shooting down a hundred sparrows"—by now, surely no one was unclear about what those words signified.

"Your root has been saved, but... it will likely affect your reproductive capacity in the future." The physician phrased it tactfully, though in truth, both delicate spheres had been shattered.

Just as the elderly man looked astonished and somewhat terrified, he saw the middle-aged man walk in, march straight up to him, and stare at him coldly—not looking the least bit as amiable as he had when he bumped into the waiter earlier.

"Alright. Staying home every day lately, I should go out for some fresh air. I'll come pick you up on Saturday," Lin Lan agreed with a nod.