Volume 1, Chapter 44: Clouds Remind Him of Her Garments, and Flowers of Her Face

"Fortunately, it was thanks to the young lady’s surprise attack that I could privately admire Miss Man Yao’s exquisite beauty on this quiet night; her charm is truly otherworldly." Ye Wuchen gazed dreamily into Qin Man Yao’s eyes, his expression filled with adoration. His voice was ethereal and gentle as he murmured, "Clouds long for garments... flowers yearn for beauty... Miss Man Yao, you are truly like a thousand cups of fine wine—how could I not be intoxicated by you?"

As his words fell, a flicker of alarm flashed across Qin Man Yao’s eyes; she even forgot to push Ye Wuchen away.

Zhou Zhou took advantage of the moment to lift his clothes, revealing clusters of bluish-purple bruises on Ji Xunchuan’s arms.

So... she too could enjoy soft, delicious food like her sister, rather than eating leftover meals from the previous night?

Watching the writhing bone monster regurgitate flesh, Han Yali’s eyes, initially blurred with fatigue, widened slightly in shock. She restrained herself from retching only after turning away. Even Zuo Jing, usually composed, averted his gaze somewhat, clearly disturbed by the gruesome sight.

Doctor Wang dared not be careless—this was the son of Scholar Gong’s own nephew. If anything were to happen under his care, he could not bear the responsibility.

With a graceful hand, she gripped the phone and tossed it to the ground. Then, with a light flick of her foot, she kicked it away and gently closed the door behind her.

Most people holding it appeared bewildered, brows furrowed deeply, as if at a loss where to begin.

The recovery pool operated similarly to the first cell but would only restore a sip from the medicine bottle; one had to learn to allocate the blood volume wisely.

Having said that, Zhou Zhou headed toward Yan Yujing’s direction. Brother Wuming had said that if you can’t win, you must call for reinforcements.

Mo Zhong was injured all over, and naturally, Mo Qing couldn’t rest easy either, but neither was willing to leave the mysterious island just yet. After some discussion with Cheng Qing and the others, they decided to split into two groups. He and Mo Zhong remained in the forest to chop wood and gather fruit, while the other three set out to search for the divine-level treasure chest.

Brother Liu said, "It’s settled then. Let me know when you arrive so I can prepare." Two days later, I finally returned to a once-familiar city, how heartwarmingly nostalgic.

My mood was unbearably irritable. I clenched the phone, wishing I could throw it off the building, yet I couldn’t bear to waste money—it was, after all, purchased with money, albeit Tang Xi’s. Speaking of money, I suddenly recalled I still owed Tang Xi over a hundred thousand yuan. The bank manager had directly used his card to clear my mortgage.

Among these places, aside from the Xiangsi Pavilion, most local martial artists dared not provoke the others. Now, there was a new place: the Burning Passion Palace. Was it righteous or evil? Healer or harm-doer? It was difficult to define. Yet today, most of the famous sects had received invitations from the Burning Passion Palace.

This strike nearly shattered half of the Great Infernal Purgatory Crimson Desire Flower’s body. With three spider legs broken, the massive creature lost its balance and began to topple sideways.

Liu Xin chuckled, “This small bit really does look somewhat like it. Brother Li is truly clever.” His praise made Brother Li blush faintly.

“Zhen’er, are you upset?” After finishing his meal with satisfaction, someone’s hands still firmly grasped the slender, enticing waist. Yet, despite his contentment, he keenly sensed the unease in his beloved’s heart.

The entire building was divided into several floors, each segmented into multiple areas, with only a few rooms specially isolated. Judging by the décor, those who could rent the space inside must have paid a hefty price. The seats on the other floors were fully occupied; everyone had already taken their places, waiting for the courtesan’s grand entrance.

Tao Xiong courteously took his seat at the large round table, which was already laden with an array of wine and dishes. Unsure whether to sit or stand, we hesitated until one of Jiang Gan’s companions invited us in, “Brother Li, Brother Gu, please this way!” Liu Xin looked at me with a strangely inscrutable smile.

But there was no need to search at all—just follow the crowd. Everyone was heading in the same direction; it had to be the Nameless Valley.