Volume One, Chapter 42: Forced to Remove Her Veil, She Humiliates the Two-Faced White Lotus

Still meticulously and thoughtfully tanking the turret for the Rift Herald—well, only tanking the right-hand defensive tower, of course.

"My demonic power is entirely spent, I can no longer use it." She raised her hand, attempting to summon her spirit arts, but her insides felt completely hollow, nearly making a slip of the tongue.

"Not at all," the reporter denied flatly, though their face clearly broadcasted, "Yes, absolutely, that is precisely what I think."

Gu Mengzhen and Jing Yueshen were not only the senior brother and senior sister among the four swordsmen of Chuanshi, but also the senior brother and senior sister to nearly a hundred disciples of Chuanshi Peak. Usually, they saw the senior brother handle matters with resolute and swift efficiency. When Hua Chen went off to cook, leaving him sitting alone with the others, he felt rather out of place.

"The Beiyang Fleet fought a heroic battle, and upon defeat, every single officer and man aboard the flagship Zhiyuan perished, ultimately vanishing completely into the river of history. Why would their names be recorded here?" an officer murmured in a deep voice.

Buffeted by the biting headwind, Wei Jiajia ran for her life, yet felt not a shred of the cold. She was only aware of a pain in her chest growing increasingly violent, and her knees turning progressively numb and weak.

Hiromitsu Morofushi looked with a dazed expression at the ceiling, which was covered in a layer of dust and even strung with spiderwebs.

Especially on the following day, when Su Jingxing went to work moving corpses, he discovered that when picking up cards, they no longer appeared in his pockets, but instead automatically materialized within his storage space—a pleasant surprise that left him overjoyed.

Such architecture would not seem out of place in any wizarding settlement, yet seeing them crammed into the heart of London felt thoroughly incongruous, to say nothing of how they were clustered together, creating a starkly fractured aesthetic along both sides of the street.

Nelson tried to identify the car model, but since he was not particularly knowledgeable about automobiles, he ultimately gave up, contenting himself with the remark, "It's quite handsome." He could not even distinguish the brand, as the emblem on the hood had been pried off and replaced with a gleaming golden "M" insignia—the mark of the Ministry of Magic.

"Are you planning to blow this matter completely out of proportion?" Old Turtle had always maintained contact with Mother Rong, Sixth Master Huang, and the others; those two had more or less managed to discern Jiang Ning's intentions.

"I thought that was simply a sign for a traffic jam!" Jiang Ning still had a retort ready, though he added, "Still, thank you." Despite his rather deficient emotional quotient, he at least knew that kind words ought to be acknowledged.

"Ahem, ahem!" Yuriko Maeda broke into a violent fit of coughing, spitting up bloody froth with every heave, presenting a terrifying sight.

"Call the doctor in to take out the needle," Gu Yuxuan said, his tone suppressing a simmering fury.

"Alright, now that all the groups of contestants are in their respective places, let's begin today's match!" Dong Qing's melodious voice rang out, drawing cheers from the audience and friends in the arena.

Lin Weiwu felt somewhat nervous. Although she had graduated and already completed her internship, taking charge of patients on her own meant true independence. She had originally wanted her mentor to guide her through it, and now she had no idea how to bring it up.

He could not fathom for the life of him why she would act this way. All his subordinates insisted it was because her heart had turned to ashes, throwing him into a panic.

Because Taotao had written a self-criticism for Nan Hai, Nan Hai stopped making things difficult for him at work.

Thus, Luo's spirit was touched, wandering and pacing back and forth, divine light separating and converging, now in shadow, now in light. She raised her slender form like a crane standing on one leg, as though about to take flight yet not yet soaring. She trod upon the fragrant pepper-scented path, walking through the marshy edges of thoroughfares where sweet herbs shed their scent. She prolonged her chanting in eternal yearning, her voice mournful, sharp, and lingering.

As vast torrents of imagery flashed through my mind, all those true truths I had pursued gradually emerged.

Once Xu Qian's lineage issue was explained clearly, everything else fell into place. It was precisely because he possessed the formidable bloodline of the universe's greatest nation that Xu Qian could be this ridiculously overpowered.

Muxue was remarkably honest, answering with concise brevity without the slightest intention of offering excuses for herself.

"The colors are vibrant yet neither garish nor gaudy, the luster is warm, the texture smooth and delicate, with exquisite brushwork and fine porcelain body... Splendid, this is indeed a polychrome enamel vase from the Qianlong era. What is most precious is that it has been preserved in such pristine condition." The middle-aged boss cradled the porcelain vase, full of admiration.

Meanwhile, some were deeply moved by this fierce and near-miraculous battle, their blood stirred as they caught a glimpse of hope for lower-tier immortal cultivators challenging those of higher realms! A few could not help shouting out Luo An'an's name.

This crazy Mary cruise ship was flying no flags, and its propulsion system had also malfunctioned. Just as we were at our wits' end, the two pilots from Boeing 717 swam over to this vessel as well.

The meal passed amid casual chatter of every sort. Sakai Izumi had her younger sister do the dishes, then led Xu Anmo and Xiao Ruo into the bedroom they had used previously.

A withered, emaciated corpse with a full head of white hair bore a rigid, ferocious expression upon its aged visage. Its right palm lay open, and upon the pale skin of the hand, the word "Death" appeared to be written in blood.

He had not expected the matter to be resolved in such a manner. Xu Anmo was left speechless yet found it rather amusing, though it truly was a case of onlookers seeing things more clearly—Gu Ying must have spoken those words to him precisely so she would not live to regret it.

Nanny Liu had not washed Su Jie's hair in a long time, yet her technique remained entirely unforgetting—gentle and soothing. Gradually, the gloom between the woman's brows dissipated.