Volume 1, Chapter 50: Free Clinic

Old Xiao, you really didn't play fair this time. Do you have any idea how much begging and pleading it took for me to pull off that single sentence of yours? And what kind of out-of-the-way place is this? It's far too remote.
...If it weren't remote, I wouldn't have needed to drag you into this.
Before he even stepped out of the car, Lanyuan's complaints were already pouring in.

He was as calm as the most elite hunter, lying in ambush, waiting solely for the most crucial moment to pull the trigger.
He had overtaken the leader's car up in the Northeast, instantly drawing the leader's attention. Before long, Qiao the Fourth and his entire syndicate were uprooted and eradicated in the Northeast.

Turning to the first page, the photograph of a handsome boy came into view, holding a basketball and flashing a bright, radiant smile.

With that, Monkey and Zintai wasted not a single second hoisting the already unconscious Huang Xiang and hauling him downstairs.

At nine o'clock that very evening, Lin Bing arrived in person at the Sunny Apartment where Chen Fang was staying. She was not there for any other reason than to formally invite Chen Fang to the Tiandu Hall. "The Master invites you!" Lin Bing said.

That former boxing champion, Mason, was about to beat his own sister, yet this fellow didn't try to stop it in the slightest, his expression didn't even change—instead, he practically let Mason beat his sister to death?

Shadows flickered before the palace gates, with carriages of every description following close on each other's heels. I stepped among them, searching everywhere for Gao Yingjie and Gao Wan'er, until I finally spotted Gao Yingjie right at the palace entrance.

Zhou Zhen gave a slight start, feeling as though he had heard the name of this sect somewhere before, yet he simply could not recall it.

At that moment, I had just completed a difficult pivot when a sharp pain flared in my ribs, and my body was sent flying through the air. Upon landing, I staggered backward, taking a full seven or eight steps before finally regaining my balance.

Houyi took the jade slip, gazed at its contents, and was instantly struck speechless with shock. Then, his eyes lit up as he looked at Wutian with an expression of utter adoration.

The chieftain of the crushed Primordial mighty clan spat a mouthful of blood, staring at the heavens in horror, for he saw a portion of his clan's destiny being plundered by the Wu tribe. This decline in fortune caused the chieftain to suffer a backlash from the River of Destiny, leaving him severely wounded.

Watching William Henhurst's movements and expression, Wutian knew precisely what was going through the mind of this man reduced to a slave.

In truth, it was merely a commercial war between the nobility-formed merchants and the imperial court. The state-run enterprises and Cai's Emporium were simply the pawns in the hands of the imperial court, just as capable and formidable in battle as the imperial Song dynasty's elite forbidden guards in reality.

Some people had attempted to forge armor using Myriad Formation Stones, but ultimately discovered not only that the manufacturing cost was exorbitant, but that the stones actually impeded the flow of divine power, causing them to abandon the idea.

Seeing the Xiliang reinforcements arrive, Pei Yuansao's heart steadied immensely, and he led his troops charging forward once more! With reinforcements at hand, one's heart found firm support.

True enough, the oppressive aura emanating from the chilling abyss was virtually indistinguishable from that of the half-step Dharma Body realm ghost general he had encountered within the Ruins Tomb.

The elderly butler immediately acknowledged the command and, as if performing magic, drew out one rare and precious treasure after another from his wide sleeves. These were not magical weapons or spiritual talismans, but rather exceedingly rare and esoteric spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, far more scarce than ordinary treasures.

He did not know what words could possibly describe it, for his shock surpassed anyone else's—he had witnessed with his own eyes how Qin Feng had fallen victim to the Spirit-Decay Curse. Yet now, he showed no signs of despondency.

Consequently, the two factions of vicious outlaws joined forces once again, charging without a word toward Qingfeng and the others. For a time, the chaotic melee resumed unabated.

As for the Sword Mad, he was the sort of person who cared not a whit for reputation or face—if you laid a finger on one of his disciples, he would slaughter a thousand of yours. While accumulating towering sins, he had likewise forged a resounding and fearsome reputation.

In truth, the reason Xie Chen was able to rapidly shatter the Dragon Slayer was because he knew the creature's blind spot. Had the Sons of Fierce Wind altered their formation, it would not have been so easy for Xie Chen to dismantle it.