Chapter Forty-Six: Protecting the Young One

When Xueyan emerged carrying the teapot, Lady Jia paid it little mind, assuming it was just some flashy trinket favored by children. At her advanced age, there was nothing she had not seen; a mere pot of flower tea hardly seemed remarkable to her.

"Grandmother, please have a taste," Lin Daiyu said, pouring the tea into a cup and presenting it to Lady Jia.

Though inwardly dismissive, Lady Jia ultimately humored Daiyu and accepted the cup of flower tea.

It was only then that she caught the rich floral aroma rising from the tea.

Cheng and I unscrewed the caps separately, while Chi Nong added the poison into the oil drums one by one. We then screwed the caps back on and shook them a few times to dissolve the powder completely into the oil.

Looking at the impatient Flood Dragon, Leo smiled helplessly. With a flick of his mind, he retrieved all the beast cores and, amid the creature's expectant gaze, placed every single one of them right into its claws without missing a single one.

While the Flood Dragon's true strength extended far beyond this, his injuries had yet to heal. Even if they encountered the Seven Sages of the Elven race, he would still have to grab Leo and run, let alone if they crossed paths with the Elven King.

Under the circumstances, the only option was to descend first and get a solid footing on the ground. Otherwise, remaining suspended in mid-air with both hands clinging to the doorframe would render them completely unable to defend themselves.

Guan Bing had no idea what kind of trouble this might bring upon himself, nor whether it would cause trouble for others.

Guan Bing was escorted to the detention center and locked in a temporary holding cell. But before he even had time to settle into his seat, the very same officer who had just brought him in pulled him back out and transferred him to the cell block for violent offenders.

Watching Shen Qingxia's retreating figure, Yi Qiu offered a wry smile. Although he had successfully resolved the issue of being monitored, he was now destined to be trapped here for many years.

Sui Yang and the others, sensing Leo's wild and arrogant aura, cast icy glares in his direction.

The proprietress collapsed to the ground, her entire body convulsing incessantly while tears streamed continuously from her eyes. Not only that, but a foul stench began to emanate from beneath her.

"Was Sima Mao's conjecture actually correct?!" I could not help but recall what Sima Mao had said earlier, as well as my sworn brother's warnings regarding him.

They used the simplest of tools to accomplish the most complex tasks, yet gradually, a multitude of gathered people began to surround them.

The bold and vigorous characters for the South Gate of Jinmao City were deeply carved into the wall. Below stood a pair of massive iron gates two feet thick, each one as vast as the entire city gate of Zijun City.

As he descended all the way down, he maintained a covert observation, concluding that within the Eighteen Levels of Asura Hell, the only one likely keeping a constant watch on him was probably the Great City Lord.

Yet these individuals paled in comparison to the mysterious figure in black who had just spoken. For he was Sun Li, Master Sun Zhongjing, a true and esteemed Confucian scholar of the empire.

His sudden commotion was one thing, but it completely threw all the meticulously arranged plans on their side into absolute disarray.

In that case, if Huayan were to perish, the Flame Nightmare blood desired by the divine being would vanish entirely. The blood of a dead Flame Nightmare possessed none of those miraculous properties whatsoever—and since that deity had slain a Flame Nightmare before, he surely knew this.

"What is it?" Luoxuan's face stiffened with a trace of anxiety. Seeing Beichen's expression, she knew immediately that things could not possibly be going smoothly.

At this moment, the human-shaped Lan Jing'er still retained wolf ears and a tail, completely lacking human ears.

With the last word falling, he merely flipped his palm. Instantly, an invisible force surged backward to roll over Wen Jin's profound energy. Without any violent collision to speak of, that bright yellow profound energy vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Behind the glass wall in front stood a ceramic monk figurine, backed by three Dunhuang mural figures adorned with halos, their colors already flaking away.

However, she didn't call me older brother, which left me somewhat depressed. At twenty-four years old, do I really look that old?

"Alright," Kobe shrugged. "If you weren't talking so much, we would have started working long ago."

Under the orchestration of Horry and Eddie Jones, Kobe began playing off-ball offense, engaging in a long-distance scoring duel with Hakeem Olajuwon.