Volume 1, Chapter 40: Resigning and Playing the Victim

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The portrait in the painting was an uncanny likeness of himself. He looked closer, steadying his gaze. The figure in the painting wore a green robe cinched with a white belt, standing with a gentle smile. That dashing, affectionate smile—could it be anyone other than himself? Under the vast heavens, who else but Bai Xue could smile like that?

Yoshida Haruhara and Yoshida Saji were masters of the Canghai school. Both were Ninth-Rank Sword Saints, equivalent to the Nine-Orifice Divine Realm of Huaxia. Such strength was indeed enough to roam Huaxia unimpeded; aside from a few top-tier sects, almost no one could contend with them.

At this moment, Chunyang understood clearly that she was driving them by using the souls of ancient demonic beasts. However, this proved that she was the one who had killed these creatures. It was obvious that when the seal was broken years ago, she had likely taken advantage of the vulnerability. Now, it was clear: this was the power of the Witch.

"Is this not simply what you bastards forced out of me?" I looked at the laughing Emperor of Stars and spoke calmly. I could not gamble with the lives of everyone at Yanmen, but at the very least, I had to possess the means to save them.

"He has attachments, but I do not," Baili Qian said calmly, his composure completely unmoved by Xiao Yinchen's words.

Li Guyu had a certain pride about her; if others refused to buy her goods, she would not debase herself by begging.

Although the Marquis within the Passes was only one rank below a noble marquess, his status was far inferior. The imperial decree requiring royals and nobles to reside in the capital did not apply to them; otherwise, if all such marquises moved their entire households to the capital, Chang'an would be burst at the seams.

For her, this was not just a poorly performed training session, but a stepping stone to the professional leagues. Now that the stone was shattered, her dream was shattered as well.

But with this turn of events, the group was cut into two, with the lizard guards positioned in the middle, leaving the front and rear unable to support each other.

When the people around saw the situation clearly, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Unable to believe what was happening before them, they gasped in collective disbelief, the sound rising in waves.

"Eh?" Su Ciance was somewhat shocked. It was evident that he was surprised—had this matter spread so widely already? Had the Phantom God not locked down the news?

The box sent by Hao Xin contained a note with tips on refining items to add to battle armor. Feifei hurriedly took out the contents. The first item was a replica of the eye protector she had made while in the mortal realm: two oval lenses made of tea-colored, transparent immortal crystal. As Feifei placed them over her eyes, she could not help but tear up. Her senior uncle was so thoughtful.

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He could not help but frown. He was not confident that she would believe him, for he had truly done many things that had caused her pain. At the thought of this, he could find no joy.

Feifei chased after the butterflies, inadvertently breaking through several formations along the way. It was an instinctive reaction, like a habit formed while navigating the Ximen Yanbo formation—she shattered the arrays without even thinking.

Although the Imperial Concubine had entered the palace, having only one consort in the harem was clearly inappropriate.

Mu Qingying’s voice sounded from the side: "You have only just awakened and your body is still very weak. I will have Chu Shao come to examine you." As he spoke, he watched Liang Huan, who turned her gaze away, refusing to look toward him, let alone meet his eyes.

"I will carry you upstairs." Cang Jinyan did not wait for Mu Susu to reply; he bent down and swept her up into his arms.

"Master, tell me what to do. I want to try to see if I can awaken him," Dan Ling said bravely, facing Feifei with her request.

After a long while, Zhilan finally withdrew her gaze and ran happily toward the carriage, silently saying to herself: "I am leaving. I wish you a life of peace. In the next life, I hope I am the first person you meet."

Good friends are like this; they do not need many words, yet a few brief sentences are enough to clarify each other's thoughts.

But she could no longer afford to be afraid. The face of the person before her was extremely familiar. Suddenly, a painting flashed through her mind.

"Sister Lingbo, what are you doing?" I hurriedly rode the wind to catch up, a bad premonition rising in my heart.

I was shocked to hear this, and immediately recalled why Yun Mu’s betrothal gift had to be the Ghost Granny’s Spirit Staff. Could there be some hidden secret behind this?

Five meters away, Zhang Yang suddenly unleashed a black tiger head with his right fist. The tiger head, baring ferocious fangs, slammed directly into the waist of the Red-Eyed Wolf.

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Yet, there were still one or two sharp-tongued individuals in the crowd who began to pull at Auntie Yang San, wanting to strike back. Yang Changfa hurried forward to intervene; he could not let these people lay a hand on his aunt.

After they were married, Chen Wanhua joined the sugar-making trade, and her two dowry maids naturally learned the craft as well.

After this round of cultivation, Chu Yuan was somewhat fatigued. Considering he had to deal with Zheng Zhiyang the next day, he did not continue his research.

Fu Enyan held the case file, turned slightly, and glanced at the orange-clad figure, his eyes as indifferent as dust.

"Humph!" Yao Zhen sat upright in his chair, his expression growing uglier. Even Yan Ruyun, who always wore a smile, saw her expression turn somewhat stiff.

Nalan Yanran had not expected that thirty years had passed in this world. No wonder there were so many more powerful figures; of course, "powerful" was relative, but there were far more than before. Even Li Meng, originally a pathetic weakling, now possessed much greater strength.

After severing the connection between the two items and Yue Ningbing, Chen Ronghuo reached out and snatched the divine power crystal and the three thousand ice threads from mid-air.

"We can also become powerful, and you can just die." The landlady did not feel there was anything to say to this person; it was better to just kill him.