Volume One, Chapter 50: Whatever You Want, Come and Get It Yourself

"Look closely. Everyone else, get out."

Hearing this, Yun Feihang and the crowd of imperial physicians huddled together timidly and filed out of the bedchamber.

With that, the dancer cast a seductive wink at Song Yun, lightly biting her lower lip to project an air of intense allure.

With free entertainment to watch and the chance to buy their favorite daily snacks, the common folk of Bianjing naturally flocked there in droves.

The man's clothes were already in utter tatters, faintly revealing the flesh beneath and even the chest hair on his torso.

The person known as Black Cat had no formal name or surname. According to Old Zhang, he was an adopted son and godson taken in within the palace—dutiful and honest—so he had been sent here in the hope that Xu Ruyi might secure him a promising future.

As for the set of Twelve Formless Styles practiced by Fu Yibo and the others, Yu Longyan and Tan Yueying were both capable of performing it even better than he did.

Hearing this, Yuan Zhen gave it a try. The sword concealed within his flute pierced the throat of the nearest corpse demon, and with a flick of his blade tip, a crimson demonic crystal flew out. The corpse demon instantly lost its strength, collapsed to the ground, and could no longer get back up.

"Hmph, I don't care about your youthful vigor; either way, you're paying me!" Master Lu glanced at Song Ergou and said.

Simultaneously, the roars of beasts echoed from all directions, and the earth began to tremble. The roars grew increasingly closer, suggesting that a considerable number of fierce beasts had been affected by the exotic fragrance.

However, when Qian Qupin looked closely at Yuan Zhen, he was astonished to find that Yuan Zhen was looking back at him as if nothing were the matter at all.

When Ye Tianhao returned to his encampment, within just a single day, the entire suppression army learned of all the military merits he had acquired during his deep infiltration into the cult, causing a massive sensation.

Battalion Commander Pan's clear-cut attitude and two explicit orders allowed Li Jiang to finally set his hanging heart at ease. Li Jiang followed Battalion Commander Pan out the door, only to be struck dumb by the sight before him. There was Xiao Xiao, her bamboo flute pressed firmly against Bai Qingsheng's throat.

"Alright, let's not dwell on him for now. The primary task at hand is to figure out what is actually wrong with that place." Lao Dan directly steered the conversation back on track.

Yao Guang widened her eyes, gripping her sword with both hands and slashing forward. The azure sword Qi transformed into a giant blue bird, spreading its wings to crash into the unbreakable black gash.

The characters for "Nothingness" or "Being" in the Song family name both carried implications of perfection and fulfillment, yet Chang Gehang chose only the final character of Song Wuque, turning the head of a prestigious generation simply into Master Que.

Several of them even dug vigorously into their ears. Having eaten well and slept soundly these past few days without any illness or internal heat, how could they suddenly suffer from auditory hallucinations? Could it be because they hadn't cleaned their ears in three days?

Qin Ning raised an eyebrow, naturally well aware of the clever calculations this old fox was currently making.

In the blink of an eye, the originally shattered array patterns suddenly regained their order. Upon closer inspection, one could see that all the peripheral array patterns were surging like golden streams toward the location of the array core. As they flowed through the core area's patterns, they restored them completely to their original state.

As long as anyone remained within his line of sight, even if they exposed themselves for a mere hundredth of a second, they would inevitably be headshot by his rifle.

Furthermore, that spiritual awareness formidable enough to contend with the mid-stage Martial King realm was something even ordinary alchemists could not achieve. Yet, Wang Ying had accomplished it, instantly disintegrating Hu Xuanhai's oppressive aura completely.

Lou Yi pinched a formation-laying sphere between the index finger of each hand and charged once more toward Sang Hui. He could not afford to give the opponent too much time to gather power for a fatal strike, as that would be far too perilous.

As a result, Ah Gang took the children to McDonald's that night before returning to the company, and when he finally came back, a faint smile lingered upon his lips.