Volume 1, Chapter 55: Wanting to snatch my daughter? No way!

Another matter that followed was a standard pleasant surprise. The two disciples sent to serve under Young Master Xiao suddenly returned to the sect, and along with them came three additional "gifts."

"General Liu, what is it?" Wei Qing, standing at the very rear of the formation of generals, asked hurriedly as Liu Anbang strode past in haste.

The prospect of defeating the genius Sakura Haruno once again held an irresistible temptation, even in Shikamaru's eyes.

Qi Fei's brain had already begun to short-circuit, higher-level thinking functions completely vanishing. He could only yield to bodily instincts and indulge in various wild fantasies, including engaging in passionate relations with the High Priestess Holy Elf.

Tuning the clock back slightly to an earlier moment, the sun not yet having set in the evening, within Konoha's "allied nation," the Land of Bears, inside the Star Hidden Village.

"Mom, I only realized today that all my talent for nonsense came straight from you!" Tianhen's expression turned dead serious as he looked at himself in the mirror. Naturally, this remark earned him a swift knock on the head from Ouyang Yu, as expected.

Qi Fei let out two consecutive yawns before patting Korchagin on the shoulder, asking how much longer it would take to reach Chongdao.

The ANBU Root operatives stared blankly, practically frozen in place. They looked at the terrifying surge of chakra emanating from Sakura Haruno, too shocked to utter a single word.

Whenever a crisis arose, Asher was never able to keep a cool head. Consequently, the suggestions she offered in such states were rarely good ideas. Therefore, instead of immediately diving toward the ground, Qi Fei chose the opposite approach, controlling the Red-Winged Sprite Dragon to gain altitude.

Compared to the cool and stylish flight of others, Zhan Feng's weapon-riding flight looked more like a clumsy circus act, swaying and wobbling in a way that made everyone uneasy.

With the daytime temperature being far from low, they attempted to peel off the wolf pelts draped over their bodies and carry them, only to discover with horror that parts of the wolf skins had already fused into their very flesh.

His memory was exceptional. Within a brief span of time, he committed the profiles of over a dozen experts within the base to memory.

Guan Honglie still remembered the location of the black market quite clearly. In his past life, entering the survival base had also been for the purpose of trading supplies at the black market.

Liao Liang's words were biting, practically exposing the concept of a pirate ship out in the open, leaving out only a shout of "This is a robbery."

As he pondered, he glanced at Gu Mian, only to see that the other party looked as though he had anticipated this all along, his expression entirely unchanged.

The door was shoved open violently. Before Xiong Kuohai, reeking of alcohol, could even step inside, he was dragged out by several burly men.

At that exact moment, dozens of meters behind them, three figures emerged, and almost in the blink of an 이어, the majority of the CC eSports team was wiped out in a team fight.

Laughing with obsequious flattery, he said, "Young Master Gong, I know I was wrong. I promise there won't be a next time."

However, both my hands were pinned behind my back by her, utterly immobile. I could only grit my teeth and kick my legs repeatedly, hoping to use the momentum of my body's swaying to shake her off.

During the few silent seconds of Luo Yi's pause, Ji Yu caught every nuance. A sudden surge of fear welled up within him, as if the person before him might vanish at any second, leaving him unable to ever find her again.

After taking him in as a disciple, the Dean had only taught him for a single year before sending him into secluded cultivation. Yet when he finally emerged from seclusion, he discovered that his master had long since departed from the academy. Upon inquiring later, he learned that his master had gone off to wander the world on his own.

Most of the plans in his mind were borrowed by Zhong Nan from later generations. Once the timing was ripe, he would unfold them one by one. He believed that through vigorous governance, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army would be greatly enhanced, enabling them to withstand the gradually growing threat of Nurhaci.

Cheng Minying and Cheng Minqing, the two sisters, invited everyone to take their seats, directing a stream of maids and matrons to serve dishes like flowing water, setting up a grand banquet in the floral hall.

Mizuma Yue rolled his eyes. Last time had been a case of a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse; whether he could have such good luck again was hard to say, and Kaito Kid would certainly be on guard against him.

Yang Lan immediately thought of the old man from earlier. This was undoubtedly his doing. Fortunately, she wore a mustard-seed spatial ring on her hand, and all her vital belongings were safely stored inside it. Otherwise, wouldn't she have suffered a massive loss today?

"Cai Qingyun! You are the Medicine King of that era, Cai Qingyun?" Upon hearing the old man state his name, Jing Tang was instantly struck with profound astonishment.

The Prince of Runan furrowed his brows and sighed with a wry smile. The Emperor thought for a moment, shook his head with a smile as well, and turned his gaze back to enjoying the art of mindfulness tea- whisking.

Chang Lin possessed deep internal strength, and this little alcohol had no effect on him. Therefore, he drank cup after cup until they were dry, turning down no challenger. As the atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious, the cup in Chang Lin's hand never once remained empty.

Judging by his demeanor, he was clearly an assassin or hitman. Only those whose profession was taking lives could possess such an ice-cold gaze.

The drama Yin Yi was currently filming was a traditional martial arts period piece, a cheesy and emotionally gratifying story of a hero saving a damsel in distress. The costumes and props looked like a game of make-believe, impossible to trace to any historical dynasty.

The black wolf lowered its head, whimpering as it licked its hind legs. The canine beasts on the opposite side barked frantically all around, but the echoing sounds of dog barks were already rising from every direction surrounding them.

"You've already caught that old man's attention!" Qing'er gazed at Elder Chen, who had slowly straightened up not far away and was narrowing his eyes as he looked toward them, and whispered a reminder to Yun Hao.

"Fairy boy, your master currently has an urgent need to enter seclusion to refine arcane techniques and doesn't have much time to accompany her. Yun Ying'er is entrusted to you. You must take good care of her on a daily basis and transmit the True Foundation-Building Method compiled by your master to her," Tai Xuan instructed.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ling Tian suffered another violent fit of coughing. After the battle, his complexion had turned pale white, clearly indicating excessive consumption of his power, which had once again aggravated his previous injuries and caused them to worsen drastically.

An ordinary person seeing it might have mistaken it for a shooting star, but I saw it clearly—it was a high-level cultivator flying past on a flying sword.

Opening it to inspect, aside from some lowest-grade spiritual herbs and some impure, dross-filled spiritual stones, he found nothing of any real value.

Now that Zhou Yu saw Sun Quan, he finally regained some composure, though he still had no idea how to speak to him. After all, the pain of grieving his brother's death on that day had been entirely real.

Every single one of these four factions possessed immense power. Watching them continually outbid one another, Yun Hao suddenly realized something: damn it, these must all be representatives dispatched by their respective sovereign nations! Otherwise, how could they possibly have so much wealth?