Chapter 42: Yunfu is even more special than she thought

Suddenly, Li Kuafu felt the pain in his hand vanish, and even felt as though Zhao Xiangqian was giving him a massage—it was remarkably comfortable. Immediately following this, a fairly majestic surge of energy continuously coursed from his body into his right hand.

When Meng Qinghe had first arrived, he was full of majestic grandeur. At this moment, however, he looked like a defeated rooster; although resentment lingered on his face, he was powerless to reverse the situation. He now inwardly cursed himself, realizing that had he known this person was so formidable, he would never have acted with such arrogance.

Hiding stealthily among the main force of the Yellow Turban rebels, Zhao Hong heard his subordinates' report and immediately burst into a furious tirade. In his view, Han Zhong was clearly intending to use his own troops as bait while he, Han Zhong, sat back to reap the benefits, which left him exceptionally displeased.

Meanwhile, inside the Yunzhou District Criminal Police Detachment, the atmosphere was quite the opposite. In the interrogation room, Lin Tiansheng sat facing five scruffily dressed fellows with their hats cocked and menacing glares in their eyes.

Lin Sixian was naturally pleased by his cousin's visit, but upon seeing the familiar-looking child standing behind Lin Zhiyi, he raised an eyebrow and signaled with his eyes: What is the meaning of this?

Aside from Li Kuafu, the only other person who knew who had rescued Li Kuafu was Yiyi.

Zhu Yan'er let out a delicate cry and likewise thrust out a single palm, meeting the incoming attack with an identical Returning Origin Seal. Just as their palm techniques made contact, Ji Wuhuan silently and imperceptibly vanished.

Midsummer days are long and nights are short; by the time the evening shadows lengthened, it was already the hour of You. Qin Zhonghai, having slept his fill, woke Chang Xuehen, and the two of them then lazily took their leave.

Had she been able to act a step earlier, Han Yunshang and that innocent child might both still be living safely today.

Three alloy bullets—extremely rare even within the inventory of special forces—sped toward the vital acupoints on Li Kuafu's head, chest, and abdomen respectively. If even a single one of them struck, Li Kuafu's life would be in critical peril; and should all of them hit, even someone who had broken through to the Creation Realm would be powerless to save him.

Luca poured himself a cup, touched the tip of his tongue to it to confirm it was truly plain water, and then gulped it down in large, thirsty mouthfuls. The others hurriedly poured water into their own cups as well.

Indeed, one rarely sees someone recounting their past actions while needing someone else standing nearby to prompt them with the lines.

Zhang Chen looked over all the wooden plaques, and among the ones at the very bottom, he spotted a plaque bearing the name Xu Changqing.

This was simply like stepping into a legendary paradise on earth—though, of course, that was merely a fantasy within his mind.

Nangong Yuchen had no way to engage in a head-on clash and could only leap up and down to dodge. Although his strength was already exceptionally high among physical cultivators below the first tier, lacking a weapon made it impossible for him to put up a resistance, as he certainly couldn't use his bare arm to block.

The project had previously been managed by Liu Chang. Although it was not a full-cash acquisition, the initial payments exceeded seventy percent, tying up a relatively large amount of capital.

One of them possessed a terrifying ox head, while the other bore a frightening horse face. Could these possibly be the legendary Ox-Head and Horse-Face figures of the underworld?

Following that, Chen Jie's weeping drifted out from the living room. Instead of getting angry, Elder Chen was pleased and personally locked the living room door from the inside, instructing Chen Jie's parents strictly that no one was permitted to open the door before dawn.

Next, the gloomy sky of the ghost realm abruptly changed; the entire canopy suddenly transformed into a turquoise mirror surface, resembling the waters of a lake. Within this mirror, an illusory figure slowly materialized.

"Brothers! On behalf of the Palace of Hell, I welcome you all to join us. In our daily affairs, you may address me as the Palace Master or King of Hell..." The speech, lasting over ten minutes, slowly drew to a close as time passed.

This was impossible. By now, Qi Mengyao could clearly see that not only had she become an abandoned pawn of the Qi family, but even her mother had been discarded.

Jie Xuanyao reached out to adjust Mu Qiongyue's position, making her stand right beside him, and then led her swaggering out of the fitness club.

Qiao Xia felt a deep ache in her heart looking at Liu Miao now; she had never intended for things to reach this pass, and none of them could have anticipated that so many complications would arise.

Before Nanmo Mo had fully recovered from the previous incident, hearing this statement caused him to pause in a daze, only realizing a moment later what Di Moshen was actually talking about.

Qiao Xia nodded hurriedly. Having just suffered from poisoning, she suddenly remembered that Ouyang Nuo had not drunk any water the entire time.

"Seventeenth Highness, there is no need to report this back to the Demon Realm. If the citizens of the God Realm were to learn of this, they too would deem him utterly useless," Nuoyi said indifferently.

Because he had been rather busy lately, Jie Xuanyao had attended to some work matters before finally taking a bath.

Once those claws pressed down, this person would inevitably suffer severe trauma, and might even have their soul scattered into oblivion as a result.

The Qilin has a master, guarding the imperial family through the generations. The White Tiger has no master, and the Bai clan guards the White Tiger across generations. Barring a national crisis, the Qilin rarely appears; as for the White Tiger, its participation in battle depends entirely on its mood.

Sure enough, upon hearing that Dong Qing had stepped forward—he was currently a commander in the Imperial Guard and presumably carried tokens of his status—a round of negotiations ensued, causing those guards to offer repeated apologies before retreating from the inn. Instantly, quietness returned to the surroundings.

"Brother Ji Fei, thank you truly for last night's events. Had it not been for you, I'm afraid I would have been captured by them already," Ye Xiang said, cupping his fists together solemnly.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Leng Xuanyao pinched Yumo's chin with one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze directly!

A heavily wounded cultivator had just tumbled down from the air. Just as he attempted to struggle back to his feet, he noticed a figure in bizarre attire darting swiftly toward him. The dagger in the figure's hand gleamed with a dark light, ruthlessly plunging straight into his spiritual core.

With these words, Xiang Ye and the others followed Chi Xue'e out of the lodge. The blue-robed man who had previously called out to Xiang Ye walked at the very rear with his head bowed, maintaining an air of utmost deference.

"As for the second matter, it concerns the activity range of the long-tailed monsters. They have strayed beyond their usual territory, and upon realizing that they had overstepped their boundaries, they reluctantly retreated from that zone," Gufeng Chun continued.