Volume 1, Chapter 45: Refusing to Honor the Debt

Qi Wuxie shook his head slightly.

He walked to the bedside and squatted down.

Looking at the densely packed silver needles covering Qi Yingrong's legs, Qi Wuxie reached out and pulled them all out directly.

Afterward, he took out the silver needles he had obtained from Divine Doctor Hua.

"Hmm? Why does this cloth pouch look somewhat familiar?"

Huangfu Chong watched from the side as Qi Wuxie produced the cloth pouch containing the silver needles, his gaze narrowing involuntarily.

It seemed he had seen this kind of silver needle pouch somewhere before.

However, remembering how disrespectfully Qi Wuxie had just treated him, Huangfu Chong did not dwell on it further.

As Qi Wuxie pulled out the silver needles Huangfu Chong had previously placed, Qi Wuxie's legs instantly turned paler by three shades, though not yet...

Throughout the journey from Yangzhou to the capital, what Yan Jiaojiao heard most often was how Prime Minister Chen Shaoyou had taken a year-long leave to accompany the esteemed princess on a tour of the mountains and rivers of the Hua State.

Immediately afterward, Gao Xuan saw that the massive barrier blocking his path seemed to collapse with a thunderous crash, sweeping fiercely toward him.

It was just that entering required paying a hefty fee, and how long one could stay inside depended entirely on one's own fortune.

Unfortunately, Kotori could no longer hear what her brother had said, as she was currently on a communication call with Reine Murasame.

Ouyang Lian scratched his head, not expecting that after just a brief moment, he would manage to annoy Mu Lingxi all over again. Clearly, the atmosphere just a moment before could still be considered rather harmonious, but this present scene truly left one at a complete loss as to what to do.

To be honest, as long as one summoned Gilgamesh in the "Holy Grail War," there was a possibility of seizing victory.

When Gao Xuan stepped into Qingfeng Academy once again, all the disciples looked at him with expressions of utter astonishment. By this time, Gao Xuan had already become a legendary figure within Qingfeng Academy, much like Xuan Chenzi and Xun Feng of years past.

"Give me the blade!" Feng Xin roared at Guan Hai. Dropping his short club, he seized the long saber from Guan Hai's hands in the very instant Guan Hai was stunned, rolled onto the ground, and dashed toward Yan Liang's warhorse.

In the past, liver toxins would spread through the liver, causing it to harden like stone beyond cure, leading to human mortality. However, since the liver possesses the ability to regenerate, liver hardening is not easily achieved, and thus death is not easily met.

Peter was currently busy pursuing Spider-Man, preoccupied with his heroic endeavors, and had also left the school shortly after Norman Osborn departed.

Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Li Yang sensed that the azure bird was at least twice as heavy as last time.

Removing the jade slip from his forehead, Li Yang shook his head and said, after all, the contents recorded within this jade slip were somewhat too unbelievable.

This cyan orb of light was filled with an aura of bone-chilling cold, as well as a ruthless intent—these were the soul energies of those Frost Demon Eagles.

Rushing along their way, Chen Xiao and his companions encountered many solitary demonic beasts. Without hesitation, Jian Yi would swiftly slay them when they least expected it. Jian Yi also required blood sustenance, and naturally, these demonic beasts became food for his belly.

Seeing Chen Xiao's Blood Demon Blade hurtling toward him, Yin Xuan let out a loud shout, his Yin Slaying Blade slashing left and right, and for a moment, the sound of clashing metal rang out continuously once again.

Looking at the two arrogant and unrestrained figures opposite him, who acted as though he were fish on a cutting board, a cold smile crept up the corner of Li Yang's mouth.

Everything was like a dream. Perhaps, just as Zhuangzi said, life is merely a dream; the only question is whether I dreamt of the butterfly, or the butterfly dreamt of me.

At the same time, Wu Yong freed his left hand to reveal a curved hook, resembling a sinister crescent moon, sharp enough to slice through iron as if it were mud.

Sakuragi Emily stared blankly at the deadpan Xiao Yongjian, whose words sounded entirely like nonsense.

"Heavenly Fiend?" He suddenly recalled the overwhelming divine sense that had swept across him in an instant inside the grotto where the Nanhua Immortal venerable had vanished.

Li Ji smiled bitterly, thinking to himself that the Shandong greenwood outlaws were truly useless. 程咬金 had led cavalry westward without even discovering it, causing their Central Plains war to fail. Whom could all this be blamed on? He could only blame Li Ji himself.

In the deep of night, the entire city of Chenfu was plunged into darkness, broken only by the occasional sound of barking dogs. Amidst the great battle, everyone had already drifted off into dreamland by this hour.

This conservation of supplies had long been practiced during training in Qingcheng. Seeing that the enemy was putting up a weak defense, the precious magical ballistae could not be used, leaving the Daoist priests with no choice but to transmit messages to the commander.

Hearing what Jiang Ning had said, Song Tie was also taken aback. In the previous two matches, Jiang Ning had been dragging out the time, wasting none of the intermission period. Yet now that Fan Tong had voluntarily conceded defeat, Jiang Ning had actually given up his rest time. After repeatedly confirming his intent, the referee finally struck the gong to signal that the fourth match had officially begun.

Jin Ze yawned, his hazy eyes telling Jiang Ning that the beatings he took today were due to something known as morning crankiness.

He was dressed in an ancient style of a wealthy gentleman's robe, the kind adorned with copper coin patterns, and clutched a purple clay teapot of antique make, looking entirely like a nouveau riche.

Having followed Li Yu for a long time, they knew his character well. When encountering such matters, the unlucky one might well be Li Jingrui. Saying such words in private was naturally fine, but since Li Jingrui had left others a handle to use against him, the situation became entirely different.

Seeing Mofan arrive, Taotie wore a beaming smile. Usually, the bond between master and disciple was quite good, and now Mofan's display of filial piety filled him with deep gratification.

"What?" Huanyan knew nothing of yesterday's affairs, and thus hearing Xie Anlan recount it now, she found herself completely baffled.

"Your hair-combing skills aren't bad at all." Compared to Xiahe, this maid was slightly inferior in looks, but looking into the bronze mirror at her own hairstyle, Jiang Liyuan grew rather fond of it.

Lin Nuannuan shook her head to suppress her stray thoughts; Second Granny Lin certainly did not possess the ability to drive these two to the point of losing their appetite and soul.

Ji Yanmo was looking down as he chopped vegetables, while Lu Tangtang snapped a quick photo with her camera, capturing his resolute and focused profile.

However, both Ji Yanmo and Bai Wei knew where Lu Tangtang had gone because she still carried a tracking device on her.

Jiang Xiyue cried even harder, opening a pair of red, rabbit-like eyes to glare fiercely at him, before lunging forward and biting down hard on his lips.