Chapter 50: Are You Really the Illegitimate Son of the Xie Family?

“Forget it, I’ll go to the restroom to take care of it.” Xie Yuhuai pushed away Wu Xing’er’s outstretched hand, stood up with a frown, and walked out.

Only after he left did Wu Xing’er bite her lower lip, then carefully take out a packet of powdered medicine from her bag.

After a brief hesitation, she sprinkled the powder onto Xie Yuhuai’s quilt...

It was this very act that aroused Ye Feng’s suspicion. He knew this move was his own creation. In other words, no one else but Ye Feng himself could perform it. So how could this man in gray have known the characteristics of this sword technique?

The players storming the city on the left were led by Xiang Yang, while those on the right were under Tu Bao’s command. Li Chenghuan led a number of elite guards, directing and coordinating from a tall building directly opposite the city gate.

His decision to draw the blade stemmed not only from a desire for revenge but also from an innate refusal to accept fate.

Originally, even with the spinal bones of the great Pangu deity involved, in such an environment, the process of refining and tempering treasures would be extremely easy.

As a mother, the woolly mammoth was willing to part with any amount of money just to see her child happy.

After the call ended, Ye Kaicheng once again reverted to his usual cold demeanor, continuing the unfinished negotiations.

Looking up at the karma hovering above his head, Ye Feng’s recently calmed heart was instantly engulfed by endless cause and effect and a flood of resentment. He was so furious he could barely contain himself, tears threatening to fall but unable to.

Cecil noticed that although Annie’s tone was still angry, she no longer mentioned the matters concerning herself and Ophelina. Clearly, his strategy had succeeded, and he felt quite pleased.

When the Dragon Shape True Talisman was formed, Ji Tian sequentially transformed the remaining eleven talismans, attempting to activate the dragon-shaped one.

Gao Zihao trudged dejectedly to the filming location, which was nothing more than a makeshift shed hastily constructed from weeds.

Remarkably, the members of the Black Wind Stronghold who had been secretly eavesdropping outside were so exhilarated that they couldn’t help but join Xu Lang in lively singing and dancing.

Although this dream entry was significantly shortened by the intervention of the Spirit Cauldron, especially in the crucial parts, Li Qingtong still felt she had gained immensely.

Fragments of memories merged into the dream. Though it was not her first time personally experiencing the life of a Golden Core stage immortal, Li Qingtong was still amazed by the rich life stories of these nine cultivators.

“Beizhai, look, so many people on the forum think you’re just cosplaying. But who would know that you’re actually right here beside me?” Xiao Yuhang’s words carried a hint of a smile.

Mo Xian’s car stopped at the foot of the mountain entrance. Lin Huyang personally verified her identity before granting her passage.

The strategy was primarily to win through cunning; the surprise attack was merely the final strike. Since the twelve camps were not contiguous, if they were to fight them one by one, the enemy’s advantage of occupying the high ground would make it very difficult.

When he was flying on his sword and saw someone ahead, his first instinct was to change direction and flee again. But before even a finger snap passed, he was forced to change course once more, then... his body had to come to a stop.

Bai Yuyou quietly watched his retreating figure, then took a piece of meat and chewed it slowly.

A few minutes after the man left, the corner he had noticed suddenly stirred. Two figures crept out stealthily and then left in different directions.

“The person before me isn’t an alchemist? Why, if we’re all in the same profession, is the gap so vast?” At that moment, the backlash from the flying sword that destroyed their life treasure had already caused the Golden Core stage cultivator to cough up three mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Even if the other party bore no ill will, Gwen, who had suddenly been separated from Ailin, would probably feel quite uneasy.