Volume 1, Chapter 23: Is this the kind of wild stuff Mantai usually gets up to?

He really wanted to strap her to the outside of the fuselage and let the freezing wind whip against her! But the thought of his old man beating him to death made him drop the idea. Zhou Ciyu’s gaze landed on a flight attendant with a build similar to Lu Zhaoxi’s. He scanned her up and down, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

"That is correct. This secret technique was indeed a gift from your Ye family’s ancestors," Mu Qingyang said with a nod and a smile.

The Buddha of the Desolate Heavens nodded vigorously, wearing an expression that suggested he wondered if the other party had amnesia; the process had clearly been explained just moments ago, yet this guy acted as if he were hearing it for the first time.

Hoping to be made permanent by the end of the year, he lacked the courage to talk back to these high-ranking politicians and council members, so he could only turn around and head back, feeling rather dejected.

That man felt his limbs go cold under that gaze; a chill shot straight from his spine to the top of his skull, terrifyingly frigid, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

Zhao Yichuan was feeling a bit smug. Having just finished his report to the City Lord over the phone, he walked straight toward Zhang Yuan.

However, since members of the imperial family came here every year to pay respects to their ancestors, and the Emperor and Empress occasionally visited as well, an imperial villa had been built at the foot of the mountain to accommodate them.

"Young Master Yu, I am merely curious—how did we return to our original world?" Mo Tong asked.

Jia Zhengdao met with her, but they didn't touch on any substantive issues. He even glossed over how Wang Sheng had died with vague excuses. After spouting a few empty words of comfort, he made an excuse about having urgent business and left.

Yet, Ye Jianguo did not want to use Ye Jiaojiao’s name to curry favor with the Shen family again, but fearing that Wang Meili would throw a tantrum, he simply used a business trip as a pretext and fled to another region.

The second branch had no say in the family affairs while the first branch held power. Thus, after Nalan Xi hit her head against the wall, it was Nalan Jin who was the first to forbid calling a physician, locking her in the woodshed for a day and a night to die in endless darkness and solitude.

While the two maids whispered outside, Ye Fan had fallen asleep in the secret room at some point; the steady sound of his breathing drifted from the stone bed.

The chaotic figure saw through the anxieties of the Daoist of Fate, the Gate of the Great Shamans, and the God-Slaying True Deity. He spoke once more, effectively reprimanding the three of them.

At this moment, after Rong Leng finished instructing his men to tidy up, he walked over. He leaned close to Liu Wei’s ear and whispered a few words.

Right now, Long Hao was doing his best to suppress his aura while waiting for an opening. Deep down, he felt a sense of unease; he feared that Lan Hai’s cultivation had reached the third level of the Unity Realm.

They did not count on standing out during the selection process, for they were all well aware that it would be difficult for them to win the championship title.

Although Deng Yuru had never fought against the armies of this era, she had seen some garrison troops and yamen runners. She felt that her own stronghold soldiers were far superior to those garrison troops and yamen runners.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I can give you one of them in advance," Zhou Shaonan said.

"Gentlemen, I really don't feel like wasting my breath on you anymore," Luo Chen said, looking at the many deities who no longer had the strength to resist.

Wang Lijun blushed and said, "Being in a foreign country and seeing Chinese currency used as legal tender fills me with pride and national spirit."

Rong Wanxi listened but remained unimpressed. She felt that if one were to compare Prince Chen with this "most handsome man of the six kingdoms," the latter might not necessarily have the upper hand. It was simply that the world of martial arts was vast, and his reputation was naturally larger than that of Prince Chen, who resided in the imperial court.

Meng Zhuo swallowed another medicinal pill. As one of the ten protectors of the Pole Star Sect, he was among the best in both talent and ability, but his lack of source energy severely limited his progress.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Zhang Xueling who had called him. Looking at her, Li Dong felt a bit puzzled, not understanding why she had called out to him.