Chapter Forty-Two: The First Meeting Between Saint Claire and Bai Haochen

What was this skinny monkey carrying so many swords for? Could it be that he was afraid his swords might break, so he kept spares on hand just in case? Hu Jing and Ning Meixuan also looked over, so I stopped what I was doing and fixed my eyes on Zhang Zhi, silently thinking: I'll let you off today.

“What’s wrong, Ling Feng? Why did you stop?” Betty asked from the other side of the portal, looking at Ling Feng with a puzzled expression.

What was going on? Did he have some way to activate the defensive shield himself? No, if that were the case, there would’ve been no need to put away the flying magitech device; that would’ve been entirely unnecessary.

“Please, ask whatever you wish. I promise to answer honestly and completely,” Ling Feng replied earnestly, wearing an expression of utmost sincerity.

The man in black twisted gracefully in mid-air; with two crisp clangs, he instantly deflected the pair of flying knives.

No wonder Aunt Su invited her here tonight—whether or not Liuli came, she would be waiting. Liuli felt a measure of relief at having finally discerned Aunt Su’s intentions, but when she thought of the impossible task ahead, her spirits quickly sank again.

Li Si, who rushed in front, was so frightened by Xun Fei’s thunderous roar that his mind nearly shattered.

Yet between the Celestial Profound Yin Wind Layer and the Nine Heavens Golden Wind Layer lay several more strata: the True Stellar Magnetism and the True Stellar Fire, among others. The Celestial Profound Yin Wind Layer was far above the Nine Heavens Golden Wind. Only those who had overcome the first heavenly tribulation and were attempting the second could hope to summon the Celestial Profound Yin Wind.

In Zheng Shaoyi’s eyes, every time she saw Shangguan Changzhi, he was always courteous. Despite being a prince, he never lorded his status over others and always smiled with genuine warmth. He wasn’t even married yet—not even a concubine in his household—which suggested he wasn’t a philanderer. Unconsciously, she found herself growing fonder of Shangguan Changzhi.

The Beichen family had many guest rooms, and the servants had long since prepared accommodations for Su Xiaxia to sleep in that night.

“You…” Luo Xiao ground his teeth. He truly wanted to slap Longhun to death right now, but his wariness never dissipated. Staring at the figure before him, he watched as a battered scroll appeared with the flip of a hand, which was then flung toward Luo Fan. Luo Fan caught the scroll and unfurled it.

Ferguson stood on the sidelines, his face dark, watching as Schalke 04 pressed forward relentlessly. Even with Giggs dropping deep to support Carrick and Rooney dropping back to link play, United were still being battered mercilessly on the pitch.

Su Xiaxia was a little stunned—she had just arrived, what favor could they possibly want from her? What could she even help with?

It wasn't just about having resources; how did she always land the best scripts? High ratings, national buzz, and rapid plot progression—all of which gave the actors a chance to gain fame and recognition.

As Cang Ming made his move, the other three parties followed suit. Two beings unleashed the full extent of their divinity, and within that white light came a world-shaking strike, sweeping across the skies and tearing at the void.

Moreover, according to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it was highly likely that the US Deputy Secretary of State would invite the Army Aviation Corps for a visit to America...

She had assumed Peng Bai would be cowed, but instead, he had simply silenced him for good. It was a clean break—after all, anyone who could gossip about Anxia could just as easily gossip about her. Yet, after years of legal training, she had never once thought of resorting to killing; such things were far from her mind.

She handed those secret manuals to Murong Ke, packed her things, and moved into the Imperial Grand Hotel to stay with Ling Ye and the others.

It turned out that the woman who had arrived was none other than Mistress Shi, who had commissioned Su Yun to make a dress. She smiled gratefully at Su Yun. "Please, come with me inside." She paid no heed to Mistress You, turning and walking away without a word.

In truth, Chu Nanxuan had awakened the moment she rolled over. He knew she was running her hands over him and gazing at him, but he simply let her do as she pleased.

The first to run into the room was Dong Wanxia. The girl was only wearing a nightgown, holding a cup of warm water, and the rosy flush of last night's pleasure still lingered faintly on her face.

Alone in the dead of night, he carried a lantern as red as a demon's fire, braving the wind and snow, step by step heading toward the heart of the polar wastes.

But Taibai and his companions had only twenty minutes left, and the ninth trial bore neither name nor introduction. Ahead lay only a vast, endless void. Even when Taibai used his clairvoyant powers, he saw nothing but emptiness.

Suddenly, Wu Yu heard laughter upstairs as Ye Xuan and Panda emerged. It was Panda’s first visit. Wu Yu had been concerned, but after her father and Panda came out laughing and talking together, she noticed a difference—this time, Panda walked beside Ye Xuan, his small eyes squinting with mirth, and there was something more in his respectful demeanor.

The carriage halted. Gu Chaoxi reached out with slender fingers to lift the curtain, stepped down first, still dressed in noble purple, holding a folding fan, his smiling, squinting eyes making him look completely harmless.

In the realm of ghosts, there are two domains: the Hell Realm, ruled by the King of the Underworld, and the Kṣitigarbha Realm, presided over by Bodhisattva Kṣitigarbha. Though nominally under the jurisdiction of hell, the latter is in truth governed by the Buddhist world, the only foothold the Buddhist realm has among the six worlds.

He could not bear her hatred, for he loved her; he wished she could love him as deeply as he loved her.

Upon seeing an elderly man and Anna, Lei Tian immediately knew that this must be the Archbishop of the Grand Cathedral, for the aura of power radiating from him surpassed his own by far.

Li Hui swept the mountain ridge with his divine sense, and as expected, discovered that the spiritual energy here was even more intense—truly a land of spiritual veins.

Wei Qingxuan picked up the newspaper Jin Shuai handed over and was instantly petrified by what he saw. Yan Hongze took the paper next and was equally stunned.

Meanwhile, Nie Xuan couldn’t help but worry. If he left university, where would he go? Wherever he went, he might end up alone. He admitted it—he was afraid of loneliness. A few days might be fine, but weeks or months? He’d go mad.

The man was already unable to hear Chu Nan’s question. The pain was so intense that he had fainted.

Nanny Xu glanced at her strangely after hearing her tone and thought to herself: Why does the young madam speak as if she doesn’t know she’s pregnant? Could it be the dowager guessed wrong and the young madam isn’t pregnant after all?

Zhang Ming responded while glancing at Fang Zheng. He was baffled—so many directors had come to report to the mayor before, but none had ever received such treatment. It seemed Fang Zheng was in for a stroke of incredible luck.