Volume One, Chapter 23: Why Do People Keep Coming to Apologize to My Daughter?

That place was not where Jiang Chen was being summoned, yet it stirred his heart in ways he could not ignore. Gary was feeling frustrated; it had been a long time since someone had treated him with such disregard. Although the man opposite him was indeed formidable, would it really hurt to show a little respect, to give him some face? He had traveled overnight from Rome, not to be dismissed so easily.

As for whether his physique was exposed, it hardly mattered. Jiang Chen's talent was enough to utterly surpass Zhou Yuhuang's; what type of physique he possessed was now irrelevant, because any would be sufficient to overshadow Zhou Yuhuang. That was more than enough.

"What? Are the people from Six Gates really so rude? They've forgotten to greet me altogether," Hu Feng glanced at me and asked coolly.

Fang Yihua was referring to the outcome of tomorrow's wager at five in the afternoon, which required attendance at the review meeting held by all parties.

The matter concerned Chen Fei, who was second-in-command under Yao, while the Nan family supported the first-in-command. Though he had parachuted in, the power was undeniable.

Here, I felt as if I had forgotten everything outside, pouring all my focus into cultivating the Nine Gates Escape, this divine art.

Miyu blinked, then nodded in agreement with her Servant's words, and began searching the church again. They hadn't considered what it meant to attack the church openly, especially since it was a neutral zone in the Holy Grail War.

Sima Youyue was being carried upside down, so she saw those entering. The elders were drawing near, and Hua Xiu seemed oblivious to them. Gritting her teeth, she stored the elders in her Soul Tower.

"Your Highness, do you think Zixuan has a chance?" Gu Liufang had somehow appeared beside Gu Xiao, leaning close to his ear and asking, her eyes flickering with anxiety.

Though the person who hired her had barely shown their face, their assistant had repeatedly instructed her to take good care of this child.

The two of them looked at the white root, feeling as if they had seen it somewhere before and tried hard to recall.

Soon, all the elite Xianbei cavalry who followed Tubo out of the formation were slaughtered, not a single survivor. Under the crescent moon blades of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, this was their fate.

As for the Liu family's surrender to the demonic path, Murong Jiujian had already learned about it when the sect sent people to requisition them—besides extreme anger, she was greatly surprised.

Zhao Feng felt a bit embarrassed; in his previous life, he had been single, but now he was about to marry. His twenty-year streak of bachelorhood was coming to an end.

To reach the ninth level of Qi Refining would earn respect, but if one were in the Foundation Establishment stage, it would inspire deep fear and awe.

Chen Dong was doing alright; although he felt a bit cold, his coat and strong constitution made the chill bearable.

Muttering about getting out of bed, Aunt Zhang couldn't resist her, and eventually let her stand on the floor.

"It's not too bad. There wasn't much wrong to begin with, but there was a car accident on the way back," Hua Xuan Ce explained.

Tang Song began browsing the system, wondering if he could exchange hardship points for some experience in cystoscopy procedures.

How ridiculous—if the Underworld God they worshipped truly ruled over death and souls, would he need the help of these players? Or could a mere player dream of ruling the capital of underworld souls?

"Wait for your brother. When the inheritance ceremony is over, I'll teach you the finest sword techniques. Even if the elders refuse to teach you, you'll have enough strength to walk the world," Kai said, casting a hopeful look at Luna.

To be fair, these Dargil people really invested in their tools. With Mr. Bilatti's years of adventure and keen eye, he still couldn't identify the tree, nor the leaf in his hand.

Blood-soaked hands clawed at the earth, slender fingers digging deep into the soil, crimson eyes filled with hatred.

Yet, no matter which path you took, it was always the same, sometimes leading you right back to where you started.

With a sweep of his hand, the surging fiendish energy trapped my Ruanzhan avatar. Then, the Buddha-Demon avatar reached out across the void, and with a muffled sound, my Ruanzhan avatar shattered.

But Lark and Swallow belonged to good families; unwilling to sell themselves into servitude, they agreed only to a two-year contract, hired to protect Feng Qing.

"Naturally, I've made discoveries, Uncle," Erica replied, her smile more fierce than confident—majestic and predatory, like a lion.

When Liu Bian asked, Wang Yun remained silent—neither defending himself nor uttering bold words, just pure silence.

"Damn it, Qin, they're starting to fire at us," Pumpkin said nervously.

"Alright, take a seat! No need to be so stiff, relax," Xu Zhan smiled. Xu Peng grinned awkwardly and sat down again.

"Secondary consort, you don't seem to mind at all?" Ming Yue lifted her head and looked at Yun Ji, her tone tinged with suspicion.

"Oh, Aunt Hong, just tell us—what surprise awaits tonight? We're all impatient to find out!" a rather impulsive young man called out first.