Chapter 62

"Your subordinate is here." Wei Yi arrived at the call. Taking in everything before him, he merely kept his head lowered, forcing himself not to look at Hu Qimei, who lay frozen and weakened in a pool of blood.

The Halberd, which had just darted forth with fierce and aggressive momentum, was driven back in a flash of lightning by this counter-attack, rapidly plunging back into the sea of white forest.

These words sounded entirely reasonable. Xu Yong subconsciously nodded as well, considering that the speaker was, after all, taking his side. However, when he turned his head, Xu Yong caught sight of an instructor he had bribed in the audience, shaking his head frantically with a look of profound grief and indignation.

Sumu let out a cold snort. Channeling all his spiritual power and exerting one hundred percent of his strength, he continued to push against the lid of the pill cauldron. Unsurprisingly, the lid remained utterly unmoving, as if Sumu were not pushing the cover of a cauldron, but rather attempting to shove a massive mountain.

Taking advantage of the commotion while everyone was busy fighting the fire, Ian slipped quietly into the place where the Eye of the Beast King had been sealed all those years ago.

Snatching the handkerchief, she said, "When it comes to hide-and-seek, you are certainly no match for me. But let's make a deal: if you lose, I shall be the one to wait upon Yanzhong today." As Su Ruoyao spoke, she cast a meaningful glance at Cao Ruyan.

Although Sumu possessed formidable cultivation and had tempered his physical body while devouring the Three-Corpse Lotus Seeds—to the extent that even ordinary flying swords could no longer inflict much damage upon him—he was certainly not foolish enough to reveal everything to these people.

Such a prominent figure, the Supreme Physician of Huaxia, suddenly smashing his medicine chest and swearing to never practice medicine again—it would be a wonder if the entire nation of Huaxia did not tremble in shock.

Ye Qingjue had already realized that Luo Wusheng was toying with him. He stared straight into her eyes, falling silent. He could not quite fathom her intentions; was she acting this way simply out of extreme anger, using him as a source of amusement? Or had Hu Qimei done something to her? He could not be certain.

Long Yu of the Dragon King Valley and Hua Chen of the Taiyi Sect remained motionless, as though the events unfolding around them had nothing to do with them whatsoever. Their eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon the blood-red long sword standing seventy zhang away.

It was now early spring, and snow was melting everywhere. Right in the middle of the spring flood, the river had swollen dramatically; which ordinary fishing boat would dare to risk crossing it?

The group split into two paths: Zhang Yunian and Xia Jiang went to look for Shi Yuan'an, while Ibuki Ayana and Amamiya Mayumi went to search for the mobile phone Asano Mami had discarded.

At that moment, a dark figure flashed past like smoke, gently striking out with a few light palms that landed squarely on the chests of Feng Juecheng, Feng Qianxue, Feng Lianjiang, and Feng Yanyu. The expressions of the four changed drastically. Before they could even react, a heavy tightness gripped their chests, a mouthful of blood surged straight to their throats, and their bodies tumbled backwards through the air.

Moreover, the strength of Wushuang City did not quite match the original records; its influence was far more powerful than depicted in the text, making it arguably the premier faction in the Central Plains.

"Tong Yiqi, Wei Qi?" Dong Ru murmured, suddenly realizing with stark clarity that she simply could not keep up with this person's train of thought. He gave her a sense of familiarity—a feeling she had once experienced with the seventh young master of the Wei family. Though he appeared ethereal and translucent, he remained utterly unfathomable, just like him.

The calm voice of the seventh young master of the Wei family came softly from behind her. A single sentence was enough to make her unable to take another step, freezing her in her tracks.

Right then, Qin Hao's voice suddenly resounded across the arena. It was clear that he had thought these words through long beforehand, and under the current circumstances, he was undoubtedly the most appropriate person to speak them.

"Very well, then, I shall make the call once more today. If you can win the top prize, we can continue our discussion. How about that?"

The Municipal Party Secretary spoke first and proposed a toast, followed by the mayor's speech and another toast. Everyone else knew that such occasions were merely face-saving formalities; drinking a little wine and making small talk were all part of the established protocol. Long Jianfei's side, however, was different. After all, they were all drivers, and their conversations ranged far and wide, touching upon every imaginable trivial and miscellaneous topic.

Due to her excessive excitement, her foot stepped upon an unknown stick-like object. Unable to check her momentum, her body tilted violently backward, and Yi Ruohan simply closed her eyes, bracing herself for the bruises and battered nose of a fall.

Sometimes he wondered what kind of living environment could possibly have nurtured such a world-class eccentric.

The sunlight had grown fierce once more, beating down on me until I was drenched in sweat. Seeing this pond, I genuinely wanted to jump in and go for a swim. Truly, that was the exact thought I had; even though the water in the pond looked terribly deep, I desperately wanted to go down into it.

In an instant, all of them glared at me with fury, their expressions turning even uglier. I was leading them into a trap—and a vicious, venomous trap at that.

With every strike, he felt an irresistible force coursed through his entire meridians. Just as Jifang prepared to slam his elbow into Longji, Koby appeared in the nick of time, using his shoulder to ram into Jifang and knock his offensive momentum aside.

An entrepreneur born from the culinary arts inevitably possesses an understanding and appreciation of food that ordinary people cannot hope to reach. Food possesses a life of its own, and the dishes spread across the dining table represent the rebirth of another life—or even a miracle.

He had been here several times already, and the doctors and nurses here had grown familiar with him. Knowing who he was and understanding the reason for his visits, no one stopped him.

At any rate, they were all mortal flesh and blood. The only difference was that she had learned a certain amount of medical skill from Mu Fengli back in the day.