Simply gluttonous and lazy

Beneath the stage, though Liu Xi harbored a deep hatred for Ji Zhenhong, who had used her as a test subject, she was nonetheless quite satisfied with her own talent for manipulating public opinion.

Just three days ago, she had barely escaped the laboratory before an explosion erupted behind her, the blast wave flinging her far into a sea of flames. All around, countless test subjects were reduced to ashes.

Immediately after, Ji Zhenhong found her. Filled with resentment, Liu Xi mustered her last ounce of strength to fight back and refused to cooperate.

Unsurprisingly, she was defeated once more and restrained.

“If you win, I’ll give you a high-grade Mysterious-level cultivation technique, perfect for you to practice once you break through to the eighth stage of the Tempering Realm. But if you lose, you must hand over your Lan Spirit Crystal to me and deal with it in my way. What do you say?” The flood dragon smiled broadly.

Two old matrons, accompanied by several maids, went to search Yun’er and Sheng’er’s rooms. Yun’er was still being punished, while Sheng’er had fainted, her hands stretched out, scalded, the skin raw and swollen—truly a pitiful sight.

“All right, we’ve arrived. Let’s get out of the car.” The electric cart stopped at the entrance of the film crew. Qiao Ruoyin stepped out, then moved forward to open the door for the others.

With a muffled sound, Mu Yi spat out a mouthful of blood from Gu Qing’s punch. Gu Qing, a genuine Moon Spirit Realm expert, struck with far more force than Liu Yu had before. Mu Yi spewed blood onto the floor before him—a truly startling sight.

After a simple meal, Shui Mingchen gave a few instructions to the people Shui Minghan had assigned to him, telling them to protect Qian Ziyao well. Only then did he leave the forest, reassured, and head once more toward the Garden of Thousand Grasses.

At first, Zhou Tian had been angry at Zhou Yan’s growing distance. But as he grew older, broadened his mind, and gained more experience, his anger faded. When Zhou Yan became a cripple, Zhou Tian even felt a trace of regret—after all, they had been childhood playmates.

Hearing these words, Barbaric Tiger’s face twitched, his fingers clenching into a fist, fury burning in his eyes. He knew he had been tricked again. Though 150,000 gold coins for a high-quality magical weapon was not expensive, his true goal lay further ahead. If he bought this damaged supreme-grade weapon, he would lose his chance to compete with the other three families for what came next.

Mo Yuli was wise, and Confucian Sage was cunning. Yet the Confucian Sage disliked killing and always urged Gu Cang toward virtue, which failed to please Gu Cang. Thus, the demons of Evil Dog Ridge parted ways with the Confucian Sage.

Steward Zhong left the room, while Li Cuifen frowned, as if she already suspected what the old master wished to say.

“If someone intends to harm Cheng Ying, what would you do, father?” Banishing all distracting thoughts, Wen Yukou clenched her palm and pressed on.

A warmth rose in Ye Chen’s heart. Though Su Xiyue tried her best to conceal her concern, such emotion could never escape Ye Chen’s keen eyes.

She had already stopped struggling the moment Cui Shi’s hand grazed her waist. She gazed quietly at Cui Shi’s slightly twisted face and suddenly let out a soft laugh as his hand pulled at her collar.

Fei Dongming was stunned by the blow. He had always relied on his money to bully the weak and feared the strong, but had no true courage.

“You think you can kill me? With just you?” Master Qi Tian bellowed, his spiritual power transforming into sharp blades that slashed toward Long Yu.

He had only prepared a few more weapons—just things Zhang Hao had scavenged, nothing he would miss. Yet to Rong Xiaolan and the others, they were of utmost importance.

I’d only officially been to their school twice, and neither time ended well. I was a bit uneasy. Xunia was the same as ever, unable to sit still even with one leg in a cast, singing and telling jokes all the way.

Both of them stared at the Seventh-Level Yu Treasure without expression. Clearly, while the treasure was formidable, it was not enough to move them.

Each time the bloodletting ended, though it caused no fatal wounds, it nevertheless inflicted subtle harm upon the soul. If this continued, even if the soul did not scatter, it would suffer irreparable damage.