Volume One, Chapter 67: Ning Zhongyong Fired a Shot at Ji Junxiao’s Back

In order to brew the finest King Snake Wine, Ji Junxiao and his sons led a group deep into the untouched mountain forests to begin their snake-hunting expedition.

"You make a good point. People outside keep saying that breaking records at your young age would sap your motivation. They just don't understand you! You have the world in your chest!" Xu Dong laughed heartily.

"Thank you, Father, for your support." Yan Wang nodded, gently patted his mother's hand to reassure her, gave Li Wanrou a slight nod, and stood up to leave.

Shen Qingwu watched the Yun family leave in haste, snorted disdainfully, and turned away.

There was no clear way to describe the feeling—despite his refined features, he always seemed rather inconspicuous. He simply and diligently attended to his tasks, meticulously and without complaint. Only when he bent down and his brows furrowed did one recall this was a man who had withstood fifty lashes with the dragon whip.

Rainer frowned slightly as he studied the report in his hand. He immediately sent word to his vassals, instructing them to be ready to assemble at any moment.

The lords who rode out to pursue the enemy returned in utter defeat, and, as expected, those who remained behind greeted them with biting sarcasm.

Flood control within the city had been prompt, so the people suffered little, but the outskirts were already being battered by torrential rain. Vast fields were submerged, and the wheat, due for harvest in May, now soaked in water, awaited rot and decay. The tenant farmers were heartsick.

As for the matter of inviting a magic doctor to West Lye Island, Saibo simply chose to turn a blind eye, believing that any loss that could be salvaged was worth the effort.

It must be said, when it came to shamelessness, Lone Wolf and King Kong were two of a kind, master and disciple alike.

With a furious, piercing scream, the massive ghostly cloud was torn asunder. A carriage was blown apart, and four one-horned fiends were obliterated on the spot by the golden dragon's palm, their forms dissipating into thin air.

Without hesitation, the red seal of "Priest Academy West Gate Lin Jia" was stamped in the lower right corner.

Song Hong's lips curled in smug satisfaction, crimson flames enveloped him, and his scarlet robe billowed though there was no wind.

A one-yuan coin that had rested in the wrinkled palm of Great-Uncle suddenly rose and floated gently toward the backyard.

Li Yan and his parents were still utterly confused, unable to fathom how Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue had managed to kill those demonic entities. One thing they did understand, however, was that such horrors would never return.

Upon reaching the tenth level, he disguised himself as a member of the Asura tribe. Unfortunately, during a skirmish with a lord from the Demon Kingdom, he was encircled by other arriving lords.

Zhang Hang’s question piqued everyone’s curiosity, and they all turned their heads in unison to look over.

After tonight, he would need to leave this city. Yet, he couldn’t help but worry for his child, Tang San’s, safety, so he had to make an appearance to put Zhao Wuji at ease.

They wandered farther and farther off the beaten path, until, under Sen'en Kyokuto’s anxious gaze, they entered an utterly unremarkable bar—the Black Spider.

As a rather conservative and traditional Japanese man, he found the Lolita style nothing short of bizarre.

He had lived in this world for so many years that he had already gathered almost every person with even a hint of talent.

But she was simply too terrified to keep calm, so all she could do was run forward blindly.

Madam Mei nodded. Xu Erzhu hurried out to look for Liu Ju, but just then she grabbed his arm, gestured again, and quickly sketched a man wearing a hat.