Volume 1, Chapter 46: Strengthening Flesh and Blood

"Let me think about it a bit longer." The excited expression on Ray's face vanished as if it had never been there, replaced now by total seriousness.

Looking up at the blue sky, aside from some discomfort with the hot and dry climate, Wang Nanbei felt a lingering sense of emotion. He had not expected that in less than a few months, he would once again set foot in this turbulent country.

By this time, the millions of spectators in the stands were in an uproar, finally realizing what was happening. They began to scream and flee the scene in utter chaos.

Unable to resist the Black Dragon's persistence, Su Ranling had no choice but to compromise, letting the Black Dragon take off her shoes. Instantly, Su Ranling could not help crying out in pain.

"Since you say I'm a scoundrel, then of course I have to do some things a scoundrel should do." As he spoke, his warm lips pressed down upon hers.

"I'm not sure. After all, neither of us is her, and our guesses cannot dictate her thoughts," Wei Xueying replied, taking a deep breath and staring blankly into the pitch-black night.

"Your subordinate also finds this strange. Moreover, I have sent people out to search, but there is no sign of Yu Fengcheng," Suyuan replied with equal puzzlement.

Later, I fell in love with Lian Jincheng. Although his family objected, he was genuinely good to me—so good that someone like me, who yearned for marriage and desperately wanted a home of her own, was willing to wait patiently. In the end, the result I waited for was his engagement to someone else.

Chen Jiran was not the kind of man who would lie to Gu Xixi. He was unwilling to speak falsehoods to her, so the first time he pretended ignorance, and the second time he smoothly steered the conversation away.

Inside Wang's Blacksmith Shop, the structure was complex and riddled with hidden mechanisms. Without Old Man Wang to guide them, ordinary people would certainly meet a violent death inside.

The catapults were also required to fire in batches at a set frequency. Since the number of stone projectiles thrown each time did not exceed twenty, if Martin activated his magical barrier, it would be a tremendous waste; yet if he did not activate it, these stone projectiles would clear the obstacles for the assault team attacking the city walls.

A crisp sound echoed sharply. Death spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying straight backward.

Elder Zheng smiled wryly and shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind as he effortlessly conjured a spatial passageway with a wave of his hand.

Before long, a intense radiance surrounded everyone. The spiritual energy within their bodies seemed to flow automatically, requiring no operation on their part as it slowly surged into Lin Feng's dantian.

Speaking of Qiao Jiangbei, its reputation was extremely prominent. It ranked as one of the top leading enterprises in Haicheng's catering industry, with chain stores all over the country, renowned primarily for its service and Huaiyang cuisine. Generally, those who dined here were not short of money; this could be considered the country club of the culinary world, a place where ordinary people could not even hope to enter.

"Since you put it this way, it seems I cannot afford a protracted battle with you. In that case... I will finish you off in a single move!" Binghun Lingxin's words were as cold as her very existence, spoken slowly.

As a result, the moment he grabbed the head, it unexpectedly turned on its own, fixing its terrifyingly gloomy face upon Aotian, staring at him with burning, fixated eyes.

Standing at the very center, Yiyang was blanketed in dust. He was the focal point, and the offensive momentum was directed squarely at him.

Lying in a hospital bed with only half his life left, the critically ill Feng Qi had been granted bail for medical treatment due to his physical condition and merits in redeeming his crimes. His continued treatment and the penal sentence imposed upon him were handled with leniency.

The materials used for top-grade magical artifacts were among the most precious in the realm of cultivation, and their sharpness could well be imagined.

"Satisfied? How could I not be? A whole chest of gold and a whole chest of jade wares—even if I lay in bed for the rest of my life doing nothing, it would still be more than enough," Qian Jiyao smiled with profound meaning.

Su Lan and Su Mei were extremely worried, yet they dared not disobey. They could only cast a "remain calm and do not be impetuous" look at Mingzhu before quietly withdrawing.

Staring with deep meaning at the wound on An Ruoyan's forehead, the light in An Honghan's eyes was unfathomable.

"Has the time finally come to decide the victor?" Lan Qian muttered to himself. The might of the Thunder Cloud Chariot already surpassed the scope of all his previous martial arts techniques; its power made the wind and clouds change color, made the earth tremble, and made everyone's heart leap in terror.

The Empress Dowager silently watched her every move from beginning to end. Seeing that she had finished packing, she had someone help her up, changed into a brand-new set of clothes, and applied a touch of rouge to her lips.

"Three days from now..." Interesting, very interesting. Even she was starting to look forward to what items might be up for sale at the auction.

Hearing this, First Madam Yang felt a slight sense of foreboding, but seeing her mother-in-law's exhausted and reticent expression, she did not dare to ask further. After offering a few flattering remarks, she excused herself.

The man never expected Qian Jiyao to be so arrogant. Instantly, his eyes turned red with anxiety, and pushing off the ground with both legs, he leaped straight toward Qian Jiyao.

Mingzhu smiled. "You are worth it." Changhua would never know what had happened in the past, but as long as she knew, that was enough. In this human world, there were always certain people, certain events, and certain emotions that made one feel warm and moved just to recall them.

Glancing at his colleagues, whose eyes were wide with a reddish glow as if they were ready at any moment to pick him up and roast him on a rack to eat, Ye Xiu gave a start and hurriedly turned to follow Zhao Ruojia's footsteps.

In the capital city, at the Xiao Residence, Shen Ning led a young man to the courtyard entrance, lowering his head respectfully as he waited for the sound of the zither to end.

Guided by the tall lanterns hanging along the winding path through the purple bamboo forest, An Hongdao finally arrived at the courtyard of the bamboo house.

Thinking of their future fate, everyone's hearts were filled with the fear of death, and naturally, with anger toward Mariana's selfishness. When these two emotions intertwined, they too began to go mad.

The phone on the other end had already hung up, and the receiver was already emitting a busy tone, yet Hong Tao had not recovered his wits at all.

"How long has the old uncle been here?" Zhang Tian asked. Although they were trapped in a cage, having someone to talk to felt quite nice.

Therefore, when Qin Zhao administered the anesthesia, he appropriately reduced the dosage slightly, all so that the patient could wake up immediately after the surgery was completed.