Volume One, Chapter 97: Not Short of Money, Only Short of Morality

What wicked deed did I commit to attract such attention? An Ge shrugged her shoulders and stuffed a large mouthful of salad into her mouth. “Tsk, what are you talking about?”

In four years, he had been busy with work every day and never really took the time to observe the night scenery. This was his first proper look, and it stirred a faint unease within him.

Although Luo Mingxuan’s tone was calm, Xue could still detect a trace of heartache beneath it. Nonetheless, he spoke the truth.

The middle-aged man who scolded Wang Dong broke into a sweat when he saw the young man’s skills. He never expected this youth to be a master of spiritual power. The harsh look in his eyes slowly gave way to panic, and his body involuntarily took a step back.

Please don’t call me effeminate. For someone who has never even killed a chicken, this whole experience is a process of adjustment.

She sighed, knowing it was impossible, then slipped the coin into her pocket and left the antique shop.

Cui Min and his group left the city to hunt scattered enemy soldiers and scout the enemy’s movements, not to engage the main force in battle. Over five hundred militia, both men and horses, hid among the rocks atop the mountain, waiting for the enemy to pass before moving on.

Lou Aoxue’s favorite weapon was her whip, but the doctor had said that even if her tendons healed, she would never regain her former dexterity. That meant she could no longer wield her red whip.

Xiu Lan had been somewhat arrogant, but when he joked about the matter, she was both embarrassed and angry. She was Gong He’s fiancée—what was so strange about that? Yet the two newcomers nearby chuckled quietly upon hearing this.

Mingqian was so frightened he fell to his knees, suddenly realizing the truth. Fan Mian was a loyal minister who loved his country and emperor. Yet in her panic, she had spoken her honest feelings—she truly disapproved of the emperor’s methods.

Originally, the nine great formations surrounding the Tianhuang Kingdom effectively transported countless wild beasts elsewhere. Unfortunately, the last formation, located at the heart of Tianhuang City, brought a great disaster upon the entire city.

Her tall, proud figure was tightly wrapped in a long sleeprobe of pale orchid color, the belt casually tied at her waist, exaggerating Zhao Ziwei’s slender waist and the alluring curves of her figure. Beneath the hem, a pair of snow-white feet appeared, bare without slippers.

I held Liu Yangxi close as we went to the dining hall to eat with the wives. After dinner, I left. Before going out, I had Chen Xueshan and the others lock the doors from the inside. We’ll have to change the locks tomorrow. Today’s events truly frightened me, so before leaving, I set up a protective barrier at the front door to prevent any further accidents.

Watching Zhang Mingyu take two silver needles from the box, the two young people were full of curiosity, wondering what Zhang Mingyu planned to do.

Because it was still before dawn, the Beast Emperor sent someone to summon him to the palace, saying there was an important matter to discuss.

The two crescent-shaped blades were caught by Old Yin and joined together to form a complete, circular blade like a full moon, resembling a Taiji symbol. A fishline-like handle ran through the center, surrounded by razor-sharp edges.

What was said before was one thing; seeing it in person was quite another. The two sisters, Ziyan and Zixue, wrenched themselves free from Xu Feng’s embrace, their faces flushed with shame.

Having been with An Yue for so long, Xu Feng knew what she feared most. After his move, An Yue cowered behind Ziyan and Zixue in terror. But that was precisely the outcome he wanted—to draw Ziyan and Zixue into the battle, leaving the two sisters blushing with embarrassment.