Volume 1, Chapter 50: It Shouldn't Have Been This Bitter

Ruan Liuzheng had no idea how they had found out she was here. Zhao Wanzhou said, "If you don't want to go out and see them, I will turn them away and send them on their way."

That was a lineage with divine power dwelling in their blood, the only existence in the entire world capable of observing destiny, and a precious gift bestowed upon Tianxia by the gods.

The two pretentious shorties naturally felt a surge of joy in their hearts, while the fake youngest member, who was merely watching the spectacle, sighed inwardly and silently offered a prayer for the older sisters who were not present, before her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

The audience seats below were completely filled, with all 7,000 seats arranged by the production team occupied. A considerable crowd had even gathered around the performance venue, and figures like Han Ji-min and Lee Seo-jin, whom they had just chanced to meet at the television station, were also in attendance.

Yet just as that hand reached toward Yue Qianqiu's neck, he saw a flash of sword light slicing diagonally toward Liu Jingxuan like a strip of white silk, forcing his aggressive father to withdraw his hand and dodge.

Seeing him return home exhausted day after day, Zhou Zilu felt a deep ache in her heart. Yet, knowing he was practicing martial arts, she did not dare to disturb him.

That was a dense, boundless army of reincarnators, so vast that it was difficult to gauge their true numbers with the naked eye.

The human body is extremely fragile; even ordinary playful shoving or touching can potentially cause injury to the other person, or—death.

The rest became much easier to handle. Zhou Hexuan's very first task was not to purchase land in Tokyo, but to transfer US dollars in order to acquire Japanese enterprises.

With this thought, Ge Dongxu retrieved seven magical treasures from his storage pouch, including flying swords, blood sabers, long whips, shields, and more. Even the lowest among them was an upper-tier intermediate magical treasure, while some were lower- to mid-tier high-grade magical treasures.

"Wah-uuh-uuh-uuh!" Zhou Nan suddenly burst into loud wails, seeming to faintly comprehend that this meant parting ways with her father.

Mo Yuanshan clutched his teeth in secret, completely ignoring the blade Qi rampaging within his body as he pushed his speed to the absolute limit, desperate to shake off Han Yue first so he could slowly tend to his wounds later.

She shut down the computer, and the expression on her face grew complicated—hard to define as joy or anything else. The corners of her mouth twitched almost spasmodically as she curled her entire body up into the swivel chair, spinning herself around in circles while memories pulled her back to the days when she had first met Yuan Xiuli.

Yet everything had indeed unfolded somewhat unexpectedly. One of the three emperors was already rendered completely useless, while the other two had exhausted their last tricks. Tantai Li, however, with her fiery temper, could not sit still and loudly clamored about not knowing whom to seek revenge against.

He and Yinteng followed the guidance of this sword technique, launching another assault on Qingyun. This sword style did not confine itself to killing the opponent in a single move; its rises and falls sometimes felt as light as a dragonfly skimming the water's surface. Though its transitions lacked a certain fluidity, an invisible force perpetually ran through them from start to finish.

"Since you are so fond of severing other people's hands, how about giving me yours?" An utterly placid voice drifted from beside his ear, causing terror to appear on Mu Lian's face for the very first time. Reflexively, he condensed his baleful energy into a battle armor and leaped backward.

Upon closer reflection, these guards were not slacking off without reason. From the gate guards and patrol squads to the hidden sentries, the defense of the Ling family estate could certainly be described as airtight. Under such circumstances, their duty as guards stationed before a single building in the courtyard appeared somewhat superfluous.

"Saving a life builds a seven-tier pagoda, so surely it can be used seven times," Lu Kun said, completely devoid of any self-awareness that his favors had long since been exhausted, as the smile on his face grew even brighter.