Chapter 57 Master Wu

Qin Mingyue did not dare to let Jia Huan continue to act recklessly. She shortened his evening reading time and began searching the household for some pageboys with basic martial arts skills to teach him—not necessarily professionals, but individuals capable of leading Jia Huan in physical exercise.

She was not entirely opposed to looking outside, but as a concubine, even if Zhao Guoji helped her find someone, it would be extremely difficult to keep an outsider residing in the estate to instruct Jia Huan. Turn to Jia Zheng for help? That was even more out of the question; Jia Zheng cared about studies only when it came to Jia Baoyu.

Hetian Dou also felt that waiting passively like this was not a viable solution. Who knew when the mystic realm might close at any moment? Should that happen, the losses would outweigh any potential gains.

"The venom of the Blade Spider King is extremely lethal. Will there be any side effects, or could it cause death by poisoning?" Zhou Zheng voiced his doubts.

"Cough, cough... It's all right. Aside from temporarily losing the celestial energy, everything else is fine," an old man replied.

This old geezer had arrived at the stronghold a few years ago. Who knew which blind fool had dragged such an old fellow up here, apparently captured by chance during the robbery of a high-ranking official returning to his hometown in retirement?

Having made up her mind, Su Yiqing went to find Jing Gang and expressed her desire to descend the mountain to search for Zhao Boyang.

Haitian and the others, who had been watching the spectacle for quite a while, never expected Elder Feng to assist them to such an extent. Yet they also understood that forcing Bai Qingfeng to apologize to them was utterly impossible. They cared little for nominal gestures; what mattered most was securing tangible benefits.

Han Shouxin's sorrow over losing a son, Han Shouzhen's grief over losing a father, and the schemes and psychological pressure Shen Chi had endured all these years—which of these could ever be brushed aside lightly?

The consequence of this would be that they would face endless pursuit by Zhou Zheng until they were ultimately slain.

With a resonant hum, five golden glows suddenly shot forth from Chen Yu's hand, enveloping the five opposite long swords respectively and instantly suspending them high in the air. The Eight Trigrams Holy Sword occupied the center, hanging loftily above, while the Ice Soul, Raging Scale, Big Dipper, and Dark Dragon guarded the four sides, tightly surrounding the Eight Trigrams Holy Sword like four loyal sentinels.

The "Injured Sheep" Sovereign sensed the fluctuations of the celestial constellations and let out a stunned, roaring cry. It mattered not if the Injured Sheep Monarch perished; however, should the Injured Sheep Star Lord fall, the trouble would be immense.

Leng Tian raised his head for a quick glance at the Blood-Swallowing Alliance assassins, who were already not far away, and simply cast those concerns aside. Reaching out, he pulled Xuehan into his arms and pressed a deep kiss upon her lips.

Just as he was wondering what to do next, he suddenly noticed a police officer walking up behind him. Instantly emboldened, he lifted his chin with an arrogant swagger.

Flying for another few thousand miles—likely having penetrated over ten thousand miles deep—a heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted from ahead, and a warrior was seen stepping out one pace at a time from a dilapidated stone pavilion.

Zhang Chu was also a clever person. Upon hearing the words of the grim reaper, he immediately opened his mouth and swallowed that drop of white-golden blood. The blood tasted somewhat sweet upon entering the mouth, and once it reached his chest, a wave of warmth spread throughout his entire body.

"Pfft! I originally wanted to celebrate with you! Since you put it that way, just call them over! I'll call Liu Lan too! It would be nice for everyone to get together and liven things up!" Li Nana took out her phone and dialed Liu Lan.

Inside the castle, scattered and dilapidated buildings along with wide streets teemed with waves of wandering monsters—dark knights and dark axemen—pacing back and forth.

That was why she had handed over the portrait she drew of herself. Now that she was questioned about it, she knew in her heart that she could hardly refuse to produce Yuanniang's painting.

Following a series of sharp thuds and punctures, the camp in the vanguard began to burn. The panic of some triggered the daze and bewilderment of others, causing the formation to scatter slightly. Their grip on their shields loosened somewhat, which precisely provided Xie Feng's volley of arrows with an exploitable opportunity.

The Zhuo family had fallen into such dire poverty, yet they still retained some of their former prestige. Having not even a single maidservant to wait upon the master was simply unacceptable if word got out. After much deliberation, Madam Xu decided to keep Lanmei behind.