Volume 1, Chapter 28: Deceived?

As the thunderous words fell, everyone present was stunned.

"Dean, it wasn't me who started the confrontation. This brat insulted our hospital, claimed we were all frauds, and was causing a scene here. That’s why I had him thrown out!" Li Wenyuan quickly explained, fearing the crowd would perceive the hospital negatively due to the disturbance. "He is related to them; Dean, you can ask them yourselves—they can testify!" Li Wenyuan pointed at the Tang family members.

Dean Hou Desheng and Qi Feng immediately turned their eyes toward Tang Pinghe and the others. Seeing these two powerful figures looking at him, Tang Pinghe steeled himself and said, "Mr. Qi, Dean Hou, we have... with him..."

However, under Liu Shan’s firm demands, several talented descendants were selected to depart from Anling City that very night. Most of the Liu family’s portable wealth was entrusted to them; they, along with Liu Yang, represented the future of the family.

Li Mingda was not present, but if he knew that Zhang Fei intended to train pandas into a military force, he would surely praise Zhang Fei’s incredible boldness.

High atop a restaurant roof in a dark alley stood a figure in black robes, wearing a bronze demon mask. A pair of bewitching eyes peered out, watching Lu Chen on the street below with an inscrutable expression.

"I came specifically to visit your Broken Sword City. What, am I not welcome?" Zhao Zhenxian stood with her hands behind her back, speaking indifferently.

He had two goals for this journey into the secret realm: first, to secure the spiritual vein, and second, to practice the Daoist arts he had recently acquired.

Demonic beasts are known for their formidable physical strength, and their heads are particularly hard, yet they were still cleft by Liu Yang’s sword—a testament to the immense power of that strike.

The Mountain-Piercing Demon Marquis’s tail seemed embedded in the mountain, immovable. A look of terror appeared on its face; even after exerting the power of a Demon Marquis, it still could not free its tail.

A faceless projection of a spirit cultivator demonstrated the three foundational demonic arts: Spirit Bullet, Spirit Shield, and Spirit Flow.

"How tacky!" Shangguan Rumeng scoffed with disdain, then secretly glanced at Jin Tian, only to see him whispering to Ouyang Yue, paying no attention to her at all.

"Okay..." Mary Sue spoke with difficulty, unbuckling her seatbelt, and upon hearing Kaya shout "Jump!", she leaped directly.

On the way back to town, Nan He sent a telepathic message to Di He, first inquiring about Meng Yijiu’s condition before mentioning that he had returned and found Bo Yanhe.

"Wow, look at all these hairy chicken legs!" Luoluo exclaimed in shock as she saw the medicinal herbs drying on the bamboo sieves.

"Uh, then let's add one more," Old Nine said weakly, feeling embarrassed by her gaze.

"This Danling really seems to be plagued by demons!" After finishing his shift and returning home, Li Hao ordered his men to bring him the reports gathered from all over the Shu region, speaking softly to himself.

"No problem. Zhao Yuan, how much do you need? Our Bamboo Forest Village has such a vast mountain of bamboo; we produce thousands of catties of bamboo shoots every year. In the past, each household only dug a small amount, and the rest just grew into bamboo," Huang Gufeng asked.

"Mu Feng, can you use your spiritual sense to investigate? Maybe you can find the location of the formation's eye." Huoya recalled that Lu Feng possessed immense spiritual sense and that it was his power that had previously helped them survive the crisis of the golden-eating ants.

But now, the situation in Ling Prefecture had shifted into a stalemate between the Northeast, so Shi Tiangang naturally had fewer concerns.

Fan Chouyun nodded. Due to the time constraints, she had him put on a Kamen Rider uniform and immediately began applying makeup to his face.

In this exam, I don't need to worry about losing this card. After all, the rules clearly state that this is a competition without props, meaning the host shouldn't have any cards like "robbery cards" that could take this card from me.

Chu Feng couldn't be bothered with him. With a wave of his hand, massive water spheres gathered together. A dragon’s roar echoed, and the water mass transformed into a water dragon.

Although the doctor insisted that both were unharmed, Tonami could see the exhaustion and hidden despair in his eyes through his casually stern expression.

After a while, the Ninth Sacrifice was triggered. It wasn't until the figures of Xin Lan and the other two disappeared that a silhouette gradually emerged from the void.

During times of food scarcity, the tradition among the Orcs was that survival surpassed all else; raiders preyed on humans, but they could also target other tribal beast-kin.

With the end approaching, Ziyao, who had always been strong-willed, began to grow melancholy, restless, and caught in a cycle of worry.

"Have you heard the most beautiful singing?" Cheng Weiliang pulled the microphone back to his lips and shouted again.

As the Paladins scattered across the chaotic battlefield instinctively gathered around Yael, forming a unit nearly the size of a battalion, the Imperial army’s crossbow bolts could no longer harm them. It seemed the Imperial army’s elite riflemen were also beginning to retreat in the face of the Paladins' counterattack.

"He admitted it himself in the newspaper, and we’ve seen it with our own eyes. How could it be fake?" Joey Wong interjected.

While he was acting, in the Yang Universe, the Nine Great Dao Ancestors—no, it should be the Ten Great Dao Ancestors—gathered together.

Because she was closest to the explosion, Furey’s injuries flared up again. Covered in blood and still unconscious, Feng Feiyang had no choice but to channel his divine arts once more to heal her.

Lu Yiran looked at the Qin army’s already dark face, which had now turned even darker, and realized he shouldn't tease him any further. If he pushed too far and the man ran off, it would be troublesome.

With a twitch of his eyebrow, a golden pagoda instantly appeared in Lin Feng’s hand. He unceremoniously enlarged it to several dozen yards and smashed it down directly onto the old man’s head.

Unfortunately, they had underestimated the situation. Reinhardt appeared behind Carlos in an instant, raised his Flame Emperor Sword, and brought it down.

After leaving Lin Fan’s room and reaching the floor below, Shabahan had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard light footsteps outside again, and his heart immediately leaped into his throat.

The smile on his face caught Li Yilian’s eyes, making her heart seem to stop beating. A mountain ravine separated them; he stood quietly on one peak watching her, and she stood on the other looking at him. The music from her zither had long since ceased, though she had not realized it.