Volume 1, Chapter 43: Su Wanhua Returns Unexpectedly, About to Expose the Truth!

"Take a look at this. When we first arrived here, this 'Azure Firmament' jade talisman showed some unusual reactions. Now, after coming up from the secret realm below, it's reacting again," Xiao Mo said, handing a jade talisman that flickered with a faint greenish light to Ming Yuanyue.

"Alright, stay safe out there," Gao Yuerong waved, then pulled An Xinran into the house.

Xiao Mo pointed his finger outward and exerted a slight force against the barrier, finding that the luminous spherical wall enveloped parts of a person's body just like the previous shimmering membrane, and returned to its original state once he pulled his finger back.

Before the noodles even hit the pot, she saw a tall man walking toward her, dripping with water and radiating an intense, masculine aura.

Who knows how much time passed, but anyway, Ye Xiao had already finished half a chicken—yes, while eating it alongside other things, she finished this half of the chicken, so naturally, this process took a little longer.

The divine donkey looked back at the distant mountain forests behind Ji Longjun, where flames soared into the sky; that was precisely his bandit stronghold.

Louis and Wukong found its original owner, an eighty-something-year-old blacksmith named Jintai Duoji.

Seeing her approach, Cao Ruinian immediately moved a bit further away, as if getting farther away could help him forget what was in the pit.

As the car door closed, An Yixia abruptly propped herself up and lunged toward the door, only to be yanked back the next second and firmly pinned against the seat.

Gongyu Qingxin stubbornly shook her head, muttering inwardly: For you, everything is worth it.

"You just wait outside," Xia Tianxing said indifferently, then led Ye Tianchen into the examination room.

Sitting in his seat, Ling Yu felt a bit depressed, wondering who had helped him behind the scenes. Could it be Qian Mo?

During the clash of sword intents, had An Zihe not forced the power of his sword intent to sustain it longer just to save face, even if his sword intent had shattered, he would not have suffered such severe injuries.

Because you clearly gave the other party a chance, yet not only did they fail to seize it, but they also responded with provocative words.

He had always deeply valued and held high hopes for Ye Tian, yet he never expected that Ye Tianchen's performance in the Trial Pagoda would reach such a degree.

And looking at Lin Yi's calm expression after uttering those words, it almost drove Li Jiale to depression, making him want to bang his head against the wall.

"Only two paths lie before you now: first, suicide; second, being killed by me. I'll give you three seconds to choose," Lin Fan said coldly.

Looking at her pale, delicate face devoid of a trace of blood, and the clearly visible tear tracks, Zhang Wei felt a pang in his heart. Gazing at Jin Duoduo's haggard and frail appearance, he felt an even deeper ache of pity.

"Alright, we're going home today. After my family matters are settled, we'll head straight to Shanzhong from my place," Tian Ermiao began booking the tickets.

When Leng Youyue saw this, she became instantly excited. Although Huangfu Rui had said those words just moments before, the way he said it felt like he was just playing around.

"Could it possibly be... him?" Mu Xuanling lowered her gaze, recalling a passage she had once written: *The Western Regions envoy died of illness in the Yudu Palace, and subsequently, the peace talks between the Western Regions and Yudu failed.* Died of illness? How did it turn into a murder? Was this Western Region envoy really Suoluo?

Ji Wushuang breathed a slight sigh of relief. He felt that his figure was just right for a musician playing the zither, and since he also happened to know a little bit about rhythm and melody, how could he ever be reduced to dressing up as a dancing girl? If Wu Yinghuan hadn't seduced him back then, he never would have fallen for his tricks.

Afterward, hiding in the bushes, he watched the palace attendants bring in another person—none other than the old servant. As it turned out, he hadn't escaped either.

"You still dare to hit me? Don't you know Young Master Zhong's great name?" The gang leader covered his face, incredulous.

He was furious at Feng Buyu's attitude, but upon learning that the other party was already a saint, that trace of anger was replaced by shock and powerlessness. He knew that with his talent, he would never be able to catch up to Feng Buyu in this lifetime.

Mu Xuanling must have been overthinking it. Ji Wushuang truly was a master of lightweight martial arts; he would certainly never let those commoners notice, making them think it was merely a torrential downpour.

As a powerhouse of the previous Dragonization Roll and at the peak of the Ninth Realm of the Venerable, Qiu Shaoping could unleash power capable of heavily injuring a Ninth-Realm Venerable with a casual sword strike. If not for the fact that his own strength far exceeded his cultivation realm, the sword strike just now would have killed him on the spot.

At this moment, Feng Jinglan no longer cared how ugly she looked; she wished her entire face could become as hideous as a ghost, simply scaring this fellow to death on the spot.

Judging by his attitude, he was indeed already aware, so there was no need for him to beat around the bush any longer.

The young boy took a deep breath. After voicing the desire hidden deep in his heart, he felt much more relaxed, yet he was still nervous enough to have his palms continuously break out in sweat.

The children swarmed around Zhang Hao as he walked into the house. Hong Guang was utterly bewildered—how could such an ordinary person actually know the great Lord Zhang Hao? It made no sense and seemed completely absurd. He had to realize that given Zhang Hao's status, ordinary people were practically nothing to him. Little did he know that some things were simply beyond his imagination.

After securing the doors and windows, Xiuer finally took out the black hair-dyeing mixture used for oil treatments and began busying herself for Shen Sangyu.

Looking at his own hands, Yi Xuan's eyes burned with wild elation. Relying on that Thunder Origin Pill and the heaven-defying nature of the Devouring Profound Art, he had now successfully broken through to the Third Grade Profound Scholar, and in the end, if Yi Xuan had been willing, he could even have surged into the realm of the Fourth Grade Profound Scholar.

Tianyin's pupils contracted slightly, his body violently retreating to the side to narrowly dodge the attack. Just as he was about to counterattack, a dangerous gust of wind suddenly struck from his left side.

Take this Scarlet Flame Tiger fang, for instance. If all of its teeth were sold together, they would surely fetch a heavenly price. But with just a single tooth, a dozen or twenty gold coins was probably about it.

I had suffered severe injuries back then. I remember Grandpa Zhang telling me that when he rescued me, my body was covered in blood, yet there were not a single physical wound on me. Could it be that one has to suffer severe injuries first, and then use the Fire Dragon Pearl to clear the profound meridians? Or was it that the dragon pearl only worked on me alone?