Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Skeleton Giant

Click-clack!
Accompanied by a puff of white smoke blowing across the magic circle, the line of twelve skeleton subordinates vanished from the spot.
Pei Yufei did not sense anything amiss; she nodded earnestly, her resolve to stay becoming even firmer.
If one needed to teach an opponent a lesson, one could use the "Prop the Pagoda Heavenward to Regulate the Triple Burner" movement from the Eight-Section Brocade. This move involves crossing the palms with the palms facing inward, then flipping them outward as they are raised. Yun Jiyang explained one by one that there were several variations possible when applying force to the arms and flipping the palms.
"Peak Master, Peak Master, please punish your subordinates for our late arrival—" Upon finding Feng Yiyue, A'qiu and the others stood frozen, the air thick with the heavy stench of blood. Terrified, they rushed to Feng Yiyue’s side to undo her pressure points, and seeing she was unharmed, they knelt together on the ground to beg for forgiveness.
Mo Junli felt a persistent sense of unease. She had not only heard her own Demon God soul, but also the Heavenly Demon Clan soul mentioned by Blood Linglong, and even a soul that surpassed them both. Who exactly were all these people referring to?
Sichen raised her head in a slight daze upon hearing the voice. Seeing this, the vice class monitor, Huo Lu, hurried from her seat to smooth things over, intending to explain the situation to this prince-like nobleman.
The burlap sack was untied, revealing a delicate face that looked as though it were in a deep sleep: elegant brows, starry eyes, a dainty nose, and rose-petal lips. Her hair was styled in a jade-green bun, and she wore a pink silk dress. It was as if one did not know true beauty until seeing a beauty, and seeing her only made her seem more beautiful still.
I was nearly forced to surrender mechanically to Shang Yuan’s overbearing assault. Gasping for breath, I lay against his chest until he finally released my lips, allowing me to take in a gulp of fresh air.
"Your Majesty, I..." Ke'er was somewhat unwilling. She knew very well that her senior brother would never come to her palace, so she cherished every opportunity to see him. Even if it were at the Caiwei Palace, she felt it was enough, yet even this humble, extravagant wish was something her senior brother was unwilling to grant.
"Silly Yue, does your heart ache? What is it? Tell your husband—can you speak?" Liyin held Feng Yiyue, examining her carefully, and only after seeing she was unharmed did he let out a sigh of relief, his worries fading.
An Lingran, lying in bed, had no heart to appreciate the sight. In his eyes, it had turned into Gu Sichun dressing up meticulously for a date with Jin Feng. "Where are you going?" An Lingran’s voice turned cold.
Although she appeared kind and benevolent, she had been a politician after all, and was naturally different from an ordinary grandmother. That she would treat Mu Wan this way meant she truly liked her.
"Changed? For the better, or for the worse?" Gu Sichun opened the car door and got in. She did not sit in the passenger seat but chose the back seat instead.
Anger surged in the depths of Li Bing and Zhao Xiangtian’s eyes. With such reputations, they were figures who dominated their respective lands; how could they be so slighted by Wang Teng in front of everyone?
"Master, this is the donkey-hide gelatin sent by the Queen to nourish your health." A maid presented an exquisite box.
The violent momentum surged wildly, whipping up enormous, magnificent tornadoes between heaven and earth that connected the sky to the ground.
Sure enough, upon pushing open the office door, I saw Shen Yuan bending over, admiring the cactus I had placed on my desk.
Outside the door, a rotund man wearing a red headscarf, a blue robe, a large red flower pinned to his chest, a red silk sash tied around his waist, and a pair of brand-new cloth shoes walked into the earthen courtyard, his layers of fat wobbling rhythmically with every step.