Chapter 83: The Root of Affection

Taking on this task would mean heading to Jiangxia to risk everything against Zhao Qing! What kind of joke is this? That’s nothing less than a death sentence.

Guo Sheng never stopped flattering He Jin; when it came to this kind of thing, Guo Sheng was a master. Compliments rolled off his tongue as easily as a practiced recitation.

After leaving the Hyuga residence, Hoshino Ice took Hanabi to a commercial street in Konoha, where, as expected, there was a stall for scooping goldfish with paper nets. After playing for a while, Hanabi’s mood visibly brightened.

Sensing the unusual sword intent and the fluctuation of demonic energy, Gui Dan was seized by a sudden, inexplicable panic, a premonition as if some deadly danger was about to befall him, prompting him to rapidly mobilize his inner demonic power.

“All right, you’d best mind your own business,” Zheng Guozong rolled his eyes, tapped the carriage to signal it could depart, then turned and disappeared into the trees with two saber-toothed hounds, each nearly the size of a calf, vanishing from Wang Chen’s sight.

Not long ago, on the surface, Alum Maggot Demon Infant had been performing a spell for Yan Huanbo, but in secret was deliberately stalling for time, channeling the Blood Shadow Metamorphosis technique, which required at least ten heartbeats to execute.

This was his foundation. When Ye Xu contended with the Crown Prince in the Tomb of the Ancestral God, he relied on this very foundation, drawing divine patterns from the jade tree in the tower to elevate his cultivation to the peak of the God King realm, thus defeating the Crown Prince.

“What?! Where did this trash come from? Who do you think you are? Do you even know who we are? Damn you!” Huang Degong slurred, seemingly somewhat drunk.

My life is one of no regrets; I remember running beneath the sunset that day—that was the youth I have lost.

“Elder Guardian, there are not many Array Soul Masters among us, and few of the top rank. May I ask what you require of an Array Soul Master?” Emperor Cheng cupped his hands and asked. Most Array Soul Masters were human, and the Sacred Empire boasted the greatest number among the three major empires.

When the door opened, Hongmei had yet to put on her floral shirt, still holding it in her hand. Her upper body, fair and pale, was wrapped in a red, lacy undergarment.

With a thunderous roar, a terrifying force of teleportation erupted. Under the combined efforts of all present, the black furnace shot out like a streak of black light from the closing portal. At the instant it escaped, the great curtain of light snapped shut, unleashing a chilling, overwhelming aura.

“We’re only holding a wedding, not registering it. My family affairs are no one’s business but my own,” Ye Bai said lightly.

“But if I ever catch you doing anything else against your conscience, morality, or the law, there will be no second chances—I won’t spare you,” she said, smiling but with steely resolve.

“Heh, money alone can’t get you this. For one or two, maybe, but if you want more, you’ll have to find your own connections down south,” Xin Miao replied with a smile.

“It’s simple: you teach me first, and once I verify its usefulness, I’ll decide whether you deserve the title ‘husband’,” Song Xi suggested with a gentle smile.

So the bouquet on the table earlier was sent by that big guy. Song Xi must have known, which is why she tossed it aside without a glance.

While channeling energy for Lin Fei, Ye Bai slipped his hand out and quietly undid the buttons on Lin Fei’s blouse one by one.

The hall was filled with envy and jealousy; some cast greedy glances at the ten-thousand-year-old black jade, then quietly slipped away to make a phone call in private.

In just a short time, over ten thousand demon beasts were devoured, flesh and bone, by these wicked ghosts.

“You really dislike me that much? You’d rather ask Mu Luochen for help than come to me?” Jun Lingmo asked.

What a joke. Shangguan Xitong already insisted that no matter what, Lantian must stay here, and now you want to take her away?

Zhang Lanlan closed the folder and looked up. With that, the report was over. Even though Zhang Yinan had expected this outcome, she couldn’t help but gasp when she heard it confirmed.

Su Qianqian’s gaze fell between her own thighs, where a burning rod now lay. She couldn’t help but wonder if the bed might get punctured.

He never expected the old dragon to be so eloquent; his arguments were so reasoned that it left him at a loss for words.

Besides, even if it’s cut by half, that’s still thirteen trillion—more than half the nation’s total savings. Even if it’s not paid all at once, it hardly matters.

Yet, as one of the Seven National Doctors, Jiang Mingyu could immediately see the extraordinary nature of this prescription at first glance.

Each strike used half of Yu Bao’s strength—powerful, thunderous, deep and resonant, each blow following the next.

Although they knew Liu Geng spoke with reason, Zhu Peng and his companion were still reluctant to wake from their intoxicating dream, clinging to their hopes.

This was a towering monster, about two and a half meters tall, covered in white fur with a massive, muscular frame—clearly a creature of tremendous destructive power.

“So why didn’t you become a Lord’s envoy? Why settle for being a mountain bandit king?” Xiao Yu asked curiously.

At that moment, the pair of blood-red eyes vanished into the shadows of the grass. In a flash, a dark shape darted past behind Xiao Yu—three deep claw marks were left slashed across his fitted jacket.

“This matter no longer concerns you. You may leave,” said Selet. Hearing Oujuma’s order to return, Selet breathed a silent sigh of relief, the weight lifted from his shoulders as he bowed and quietly withdrew.