Chapter 50: Striking the Noble Families Across the Face

It is hard to blame the gatekeeper for his extreme terror.
Who in Yanjing did not know that whichever mansion Pei Shijin stepped into, that very mansion's gates would be plastered with official seals the next day?
His previous drastic raids on noble estates had truly left people deeply traumatized.
Seeing the man shaking like a sieve, Fu Jun immediately kicked him right in the chest and thundered in fury, "What are you panicking for? Our household is the foremost noble family of Yanjing! You..."

Having arrived in the Tianxuan Continent solely for the sake of this young girl, he naturally cared little about Ling Fanyue's itinerary.

Yan Junlan had already shifted into a different expression, weeping like pear blossoms drenched in rain, pitiful and heart-wrenching as she shook her head helplessly and burst into bitter tears.

"Then I suppose it should be fine. After all, having a future means we won't crash and burn over there," the old man said, letting out a massive sigh of relief.

It was simply too painful. The more it hurt, the clearer her mind became. This was no medicinal bath meant to open up bones; it was clearly designed to target spiritual power. Zhou Zheng definitely knew she possessed psychic abilities.

"Then why did you defy my wishes and return to the Starry Continent before the deadline?" One must know that the spirit stones required for transmission from the East Yu Continent to the Starry Continent were not something an ordinary person could afford.

The shirt fell past her waist, just barely concealing her rounded, perky buttocks. Beneath the hem of the shirt were a pair of slender, fair legs that dazzled the eyes.

"Mother?" Ye Anran pushed open the door and called out softly, but the only response she received was boundless silence.

She had already made up her mind to live in Guangzhou for a period of time and return only when the timing was ripe.

Back then, he and Bai Minrong had loved each other deeply. Even if it was not shown on the surface, they had truly and sincerely loved one another.

A tourist let out an excited cry, calling out to a friend and pointing toward the direction of the pond.

Inside the restroom stall, Jiang Yansheng lowered her gaze to look at the recorded video on her phone, the corners of her thin lips curving in a cold, indifferent arc.

The moment Yunqing stood up, a night breeze swept past, causing her veil—slightly loosened from dancing—to flutter. It was clearly and vividly reflected on the large LED screen.

A man without a name has a nameless sword path. This move could be said to be Nameless's best summary of his own sword path and his entire life; it was his life's conclusion.

Her heartbeat thus grew progressively slower, and the blood flowing upward to her brain became extremely scarce. Before long, her vision began to turn completely black in waves.

Xie Yingying was already universally recognized as the number one beauty in the cultivation world, and now, with her gentle smile, she looked even more peerless and devastatingly gorgeous.

Feeling that the person on the other end was not replying, Xue Tao also realized that his request seemed a bit unreasonable. He reorganized his phrasing and then said,

To think this bitch could remember a fool's memories so clearly—could she really still be the same person?

Yet, after a brief vent, rationality returned to Long Xiaoyun's heart, and he swiftly made a survival move.

Moreover, it was a fox demon with powerful spiritual energy, but the aura on this fox demon was somewhat similar to Wang Nannan's. Could it be a spiritual immortal?

In my dream, I saw Wang Nannan, and Wang Nannan and I seemed to be in a temple.

Disregarding spells, his martial arts skills were not even inferior to Bei Xiang's, which was why Tading and Ekcuwa had been calling him Brother Fan all along.

As for those genius trial-takers from Taihuang and Guhuang, every single one of them was vibrant, high-spirited, arrogant, and shouting as they searched everywhere for fortuitous encounters.

"What kind of person are you?" A man clad in a black robe embroidered with red fire patterns furrowed his brows, his gaze piercingly cold as he looked toward the doorway.

A burly, rough-looking man spoke, casually flipping over the numbered tag in front of him, much like someone who could no longer hold their liquor and turned their cup upside down—the meaning being that he was no longer playing.

The battle ended as soon as it began. Young Master Yu's movement technique was as ghostly and bewitching as a fluttering butterfly. With a light, effortless sweep of his jade palm, he shattered the young man's skull, leaving the latter with no time even to react.