Volume One, Chapter 51: Expelled from

Most people, faced with this drink, panic and lose their composure, unable to unleash even half of their martial prowess before dying. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yifu and Jiang Yuxi had each taken five or six steps, and the dire situation where Bai Youyu was certain to die was gradually being reversed by Jiang Yuxi; Mo Yifu’s siege of Bai Youming was now uncertain.

Li Jinqiu reached out to take the suitcase from his son, his gaze sweeping up and down, scrutinizing him.

Some of those who remained believed that, since the dungeon had just ended and the undead army had slaughtered and assimilated all monsters in the city, things would be safe for a while—at least safer than elsewhere.

“Yunshao, I want your heart. What do you really think of me?” Qi Yan’s eyes held a fragile light.

“No problem. Once it’s done, send everything to Fushan Residence, Dushan Villa. I’ll settle the remaining payment then,” Chen Ming said, rising.

Jiang Fan could finally unleash a fraction of the power of the ancient Celestial Bluefinger technique, the mighty supernatural art.

Xiao Yunrong was startled and quickly leaned back, but he was too close to Qin Qiao. Unexpectedly, she still had the strength to move, wrapping a chain around his neck.

Just then, An Ming knocked and entered, catching sight of the smile on Huo Yanxing’s face, stunned by the scene.

First, she asked her son what had happened, then began cursing at Gao Xixi and the others, blocked inside the private room.

“Zhilon, you guys are now the hottest idol boy band. How does it feel?” Park Tianxiu turned and asked.

“Then tell the others so we can all work together. We must find the Grim Reaper,” Gao Ming said through gritted teeth. At that moment, our phones suddenly rang.

Moreover, the teleportation array was about to be activated; no matter how much money one had, it would be of little use to cultivators.

Chen Beibei hurriedly shook Yifeng awake. As soon as he came to, he pinched his nose. Chen Beibei was bewildered—why was there such a nauseating stench in the room? She looked around and saw Yifeng pointing at his own body, head bowed. Only then did she notice the layer of black grime covering herself.

“Yin-Yang Strike!” These five moves were suited for those below the master level. Though only five, each held thirty-six variations, profound and unfathomable.

Sometimes, he felt helpless. People in modern China loved pizza and pasta—weren’t those brought back from China by Marco Polo, just in a different form? Unexpectedly, now the Chinese adored them. Yifeng couldn’t get used to it; he preferred baked flatbread and handmade noodles, cheap and delicious.

Knowing it was a deadly trap, the two pressed on without hesitation. This was a choice only sages of old could make.

Perhaps Yuan Qian knew their methods, but he would certainly not tell Chu Feng.

Everyone sat at their seats, each with their own thoughts. Servants bustled about, filling the tables with exquisite dishes and aged wines.

“So there’s no boss anymore? In that case, if you dare steal my girl, just wait for death.” With that, Zhang Xinyu turned and left.

The bystanders see clearly, but those involved are confused. Shuangxi watched Haitang, deep in love and unable to extricate herself, and the corners of her mouth curled coldly. While she was plotting against Haitang, she failed to realize Haitang was also plotting against her.

This matter had become the talk of ordinary folk in Locust Flower Alley, so it wouldn’t be hard for Wang An to investigate.

At present, no one made a move, only because Su Yunliang’s death had not yet been confirmed, and they hesitated.

“As for this bottle from Kirulian, its effects are rather violent. I considered its naturally strong mental power, so I prepared this one. And perhaps, this potion has another effect…” Master Shengzong spoke uncertainly.

Meng Chao shuffled to the classroom door, looked up at the oppressive atmosphere, then bowed his head and went to his seat.

“Meng’er, you must listen to me first.” I was eager to explain to her, but she pressed a finger to my lips.

With the first stage of Venus’s transformation completed, the New Tang Empire naturally moved on to the second stage—modifying the atmosphere, air composition, and even the crust.

Madam Ruan, having gained nothing from Shen Qingwu and feeling thoroughly unsettled, went straight to the Ji residence, barged in, and tried to seize Ji Nianqing. Terrified, Ji Nianqing cried and struggled; the guards inside tried to stop her, making the scene outside the Ji residence chaotic and clamorous.

She had wandered for less than a year before meeting her master and foster father, after which she lived a princess’s life.

“Fire has broken out.” I thought the mistress would be scared, but her voice was emotionless.

Now it was empty there. The wind swayed the grass; Bai Yan’s grave stood there, as did the headstone she and Bai Qingyan had chosen together, the words she carved still visible.

“Stop laughing, stop laughing. Learn from others, from people so loyal and righteous—such souls are rare,” Zhang Han said, twitching his mouth.

He roughly guessed why these people were so enthusiastic, but hadn’t expected that in just one night he’d become so sought after. Still, it could be considered a good thing.

He pressed close to her, feeling inexplicably angry at Murong Yu’s fearless, icy gaze. He wanted to see what she would do.

Unexpectedly, the casual words he spoke later turned out to come true—but that is another story.

“Brother Hongzhuo, the entrance to the third floor is guarded by the Fire Temple’s people. Disciples from the Violet Mist Temple aren’t allowed in, and their attitude is fierce. I think you’d better stay on the second floor,” a Violet Mist Temple disciple advised.

Six days later, at Hanlin Pavilion’s back mountain, spiritual light soared to the heavens, a natural phenomenon accompanied by a wondrous fragrance. The surging life essence moved all the disciples of Hanlin Pavilion.

Just as Murong Yu was about to get up and close the door for the night, footsteps sounded outside the long-deserted Changning Hall.

After Zhang Wei’s persuasion, Linghu Hao immediately said, “You’re absolutely right, young master. I agree. Continue as my advisor; if there’s ever something handled poorly in the household, be sure to point it out to me.” Linghu Hao said to Zhang Wei.