Volume 1, Chapter 49: Doctor He, You Aren't Still...

Save us all from such pompous and empty nonsense! I silently added this line in my heart, hehe. This was the first time tonight I heard the voice of the Shunzhi Emperor; it was as clear as ever, betraying not the slightest emotion.

Even if Gu Hai pooled all his official salary, it still wouldn't be enough. Waiting for funds to be allocated from above would mean wearing out countless pairs of shoes running errands. To spare her brother such anxiety, Gu Shibanniang promptly sent him silver to tide him over the emergency.

"Ahem, since I'm here, I want to try as well!" Gazing proudly at the Frost Dragon, Lu Ming stepped forward amidst the astonished glances of the others, wearing a fearless expression.

Feng Li and the others also withdrew, leaving only Ye Mingjing and Xiao Man sitting opposite each other in the quiet chamber. The jade-green tea in the cups was clear, and wisps of white steam curled gracefully upward.

Old Ghost Xu's gaze instantly turned sharp, followed by a cold snort as he leaped onto the iron plate. He grabbed it and pulled with all his might, yet surprisingly, he found himself completely unable to lift the iron plate upward.

Two spiraling blades of icy energy struck Canglan's body, slashing fiercely and leaving two bloody gasps across his arm! Yet, Canglan acted as though he felt nothing at all, as if the arm being torn open did not belong to him.

The leader of the gentry was Yu Qingchun, a former second-rank high official who had already retired from office. The leader of the wealthy merchants was Meng Wuzhen, the head of the prominent Meng family from Jiangnan who had made his fortune in silk.

Two days later, Huizhu hosted a banquet at the Peony Pavilion. Yinzhen graciously attended to show his respect, and when the banquet concluded, he naturally accompanied her back to her courtyard.

After escaping the Gu household, she and Xicheng drifted from place to place, yet they never managed to find her mother. Had she not crossed paths with Lu Xia, she might by now be wandering with Xicheng to some other unknown destination.

"Senior Qin, please just agree!" Mu Qing and Sun Xie were both on the point of dropping to their knees.

"What on earth is this?" Yunfan's heart tightened. The nine phantom images of the fiery serpents gave him an unsettling sense of foreboding.

On Beihai's Shell Island, when he had disguised himself as a disciple of another sect in an attempt to infiltrate the Liji Grotto-heaven, the sudden sight of the Cunwei Mountain vanguard led by none other than his own master, True Immortal Taihao, had made his liver and gallbladder tremble with terror; yet, he still managed to keep his composure.

Acting under the direct command of Number Seven made things even simpler: all one needed to do was announce that they came on orders to eradicate the pseudo-Buddhist heretical path from White Elephant Country that was bewitching the Southern Frontier, requiring hardly any extra words.

The arm of the Flame Clan's Myriad Things God returned to its original state. Gazing at the golden wheel and golden pearl on Duan Tianling's chest, a brilliant light flashed in its eyes as it reached out with a scorching palm, intent on seizing them.

This mobile phone was a plot item; Su Qi could not use it to retrieve contact information for his friends, so trying to make a phone call with it was completely out of the question.

With monstrous talent and supreme cultivation surpassing all living beings, a mere wave of the hand could instantly reduce a nation or a region to ashes, no matter how ancient its heritage.

In the end, they managed to procure a straw mat. With practitioners of high cultivation holding each corner to channel their strength, the four sedan-chair bearers exerted themselves in unison amidst envious glances, and the mat drifted up into the air. Carrying a vast, swaggering horde of wolf cubs, it began patrolling the Taichuan Sect like a touring princess.

Shao Heng had struck hastily earlier and failed to identify the enemy in time. Only now did he realize why the enemy, though matching Zhu Ziyang's party in number at precisely four, had nevertheless driven them into such a passive state.

"This profound mystery is actually absorbing the power of the demonic beasts!" Li Yunchen was deeply shocked. It had always been the demonic beasts devouring everything else; this was the very first time he had ever witnessed someone reversing the process to absorb the power of demonic beasts.

Carved across the region were figures of both gods and demons, yet they appeared illusory and real at once, shrouded in a mist that bewitched the eyes of beholders.

Ancient times were nothing like the modern era; there were no photographs, let alone television. Even universally known celebrities would not be recognized by the vast majority of people upon meeting them.

One of them was identical in appearance to the former male incarnation of Cihang transformed from Shiyue's fire dragon avatar, while the other was a peerless princess of the Four Seas prepared well in advance.

"Ha, it really does feel much better." Since his injuries prevented him from beating anyone, Puthi could only offer himself cold comfort.

Seeing those purple-furred zombies engaging the corpse kings respectively, I hurriedly called out to the others, seizing the chaos to destroy the Dream-Returning Sedan.

The flying arrow tracked like a guided missile; every time the Gale Spirit Wolf changed direction, the arrow followed suit. After nine sudden shifts in trajectory, the arrow slammed into a boulder with a crisp "clang!"

"Nonsense, the Third Young Master is saving your second sister; don't go delaying the Third Young Master's affairs." Madam Qin immediately rebuked Qin Yi, her only hopes now pinned entirely on Li Hongyu.

Although she saw no obvious improvement in her skin condition, she—as the person directly involved—had indeed witnessed with her own eyes the recovery of the hole in her palm! Naturally, she was quite astonished. But shortly after, she figured that this elixir was most likely brought to her from the netherworld by her brother for her own treatment, which set her mind at ease.

Meanwhile, the Great Tang National Preceptor, the Master of the Moon-Worship Cult, was heading toward Tianzhu accompanied by three immensely eccentric individuals.

That was the pride of belonging to the same kin! Especially after being driven out from his clan, framed by his biological father, and then schemed against until he was reduced to a beast, it made him feel like a bullied child who stubbornly held back his tears, refusing to cry—refusing to cry no matter what.

Qi Wuyan opened his eyes slightly at these words. The previous Cleansing Heart Incantation remained utterly useless. He lowered his gaze to his own palm, where the lingering warmth of her skin seemed still to abide. Raising his head slightly, he caught sight of two ambiguous marks still lingering on Gu Nanwan's snow-white neck.