Volume One, Chapter 25: Injured My Waist?

The figure’s features were indistinct as it drifted closer, the black chains it held clinking eerily with every movement. His expression was also far from pleasant; he’d only learned of this marriage from rumors circulating in the city. It was a major event for the two children—how could such a thing proceed without consulting him first?

Listening to the principal’s words, Shi Manyue’s lips curled up into a sly, fox-like smile. “I told you, nothing will happen to the two of them,” Nami repeated, but her assurance remained thoroughly unconvincing.

Meanwhile, viewers in the livestream had completely surrendered, utterly defenseless before this sweet, clever, and adorable child. At that very moment, Mu Lian began to regret letting Mu Chen down so early, pondering whether she ought to tie him up again—especially that mouth of his, which deserved to be bound several times over. Mu Lian was just considering how best to teach Mu Chen a lesson.

He knew I couldn’t speak at the moment, which was why he hadn’t questioned me about risking my life to save him. I could sense his emotions; his gaze never left me, filled with both worry and guilt—I saw it all.

Hellfire blazed in an instant, and no matter how the Ghost Saint Blood Asura struggled, it could not escape the inferno’s searing wrath.

“Triple?” Bucky was dumbfounded. Was it really that powerful? But then he thought, even if his strength increased a hundredfold, he probably still wouldn’t be stronger than Luffy in the later stages—nothing to be proud of.

If it were just Rouge Red, I wouldn’t be afraid. The problem was that Rouge Red had already put down roots here, her influence far surpassing mine. And my villa was right here as well. Given that madwoman’s temperament, it was entirely possible she’d try to blow my place up whenever she felt like it.

What White Crane said was almost conclusive—it was enough to clear all suspicion from Yu Mengmeng. The Empress was so furious her hands shook as she gripped her chair, eyes fixed on Yu Mengmeng, practically spitting sparks.

So the two now relied on their phones to communicate, though it wasn’t so bad—they still spent time together during the day.

“Though I am nearly eighty, before the age of seventy, I never took on a single apprentice. It was simply because fate had not yet arrived.”

Bai Fan, unconcerned, figured no one would know he was responsible anyway. As for those few girls whose secrets had been glimpsed, he could only apologize in his heart—a look wouldn’t kill anyone or cost them anything; it was practically a public service! If the viewers felt compelled to marry the ones they saw, so be it—after all, he hadn’t actually looked.

Why would you say that, Tiger? Isn’t your Berserker, equipment, and weapons all top-notch? How could you possibly lose to a level forty-something Asura?

Watching Ivy, who was at a loss from his words, Bai Fan felt conflicted. He understood Ivy’s reasoning—with the competition approaching, every bit of strength counted, every addition meant one less sacrifice. From that perspective, her intentions were good.

It was like a business negotiation—Xie Xian was eager to seize this opportunity from Wang Yan. He could tell Wang Yan and Xie Yufei had something important to discuss. At such a critical moment, making demands was the best way to succeed. So, even after Wang Yan tried to send him away, he shamelessly stayed.

Over ten thousand people worked in perfect coordination, not one complaining about hardship or fatigue—not even soldiers from the upper world. After all, work was better than losing their lives.

Jiang Manyu’s eyes widened; just as she was about to apologize, she looked up and was stunned at the sight of the man before her.

Though unwilling, Tang Afu could only suppress his anger and bow his head in agreement out of respect for his own position and his awe of Xiao Zhirou.

This wasn’t the flight attendant’s blind confidence—she’d experienced such situations since her school days, and even more so after becoming a stewardess. With a sigh, she prepared to step forward and comfort the other party, even considering resorting to airport security if necessary.

“Looks like you’re itching for a beating if I don’t teach you a lesson.” With that, Anzi cracked his knuckles menacingly, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him into a dark corner.

When Ye Haochuan left Anxi County, he’d left Niu Kui with red crystals. How could he possibly be forced to pay his debt with his own body over a mere hundred thousand?

Leng Rufeng, though skilled, did not wish to reveal his identity in the Tuoba tribe for now, nor did he want anyone to know he possessed martial arts. His main reason was that he hoped to befriend some Tuoba tribesmen through selling felt, and thus learn more about the Khan’s origins.

Sword Edge Cold shook his head at Ouyang Wudi—slowly but firmly. Ouyang Wudi was angered to see Sword Edge Cold blocking him, but reminded himself that this was a killer lord he could not afford to provoke.

“Burn it, and then there will be nothing left!” Cai Qinghe watched as the flames spread from the grand hall on the first floor, reaching toward the second, and answered in a low voice.

After sending off his brothers, he returned to his room, where Zhong Ling and Chu Yaqi sat together, pouring tea. After a long silence, one of them let out a gentle sigh.

“The purpose of this person is surely to draw out that mother and child. If they truly are your elder brother’s wife and child living in exile…” Master Xue dropped this bombshell, leaving Xue Mingyue and Qian Jiaojiao utterly stunned.

“Lin’er, is that you?” A middle-aged man’s voice suddenly called out. My expression tightened as I watched the bamboo grove warily, the Xuanhuang coin in my hand ready for action.

Those whose cultivation fell short of the Heaven-Bridge Realm trembled uncontrollably, crushed to the ground by the terrifying pressure.

Blades and fists clashed again and again—over a thousand exchanges—until the ground, once leveled by bombardment, was left riddled with craters. The two combatants, their forms intertwining, finally paused, both spitting blood from their mouths.

Yin Junfeng stared at the mysterious mouth, unable to fathom its meaning. Perhaps, in this place, many things spoken would remain incomprehensible to him.

This had originally been the villa of a powerful family in Ping’an County, but upon hearing that Chen Zheng was temporarily staying in Jingyang, they had gifted it to him as a residence.

Slicing through the air with jade-green light, the Xuanyu Sword struck a zombie like a bolt of lightning. Sparks flew and the sound of impact echoed, but the zombie’s body, as resilient and elastic as a spring, rebounded the Xuanyu Sword right back at Yin Junfeng.

My god, was that really Lady Youji? The very same who loathed men with a vengeance and would tolerate not even the slightest disrespect?

That giant beast appeared for only a few breaths, but anyone with eyes could see—an ultimate-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure, mastery of spatial laws, and a corpse beast at the peak of the Creation Realm. Each of these alone would leave people speechless, and together, they ensured that no one dared covet the Nether River again—not even the five peak Creation Realm experts.