Volume 1, Chapter 24: The She-Tiger

Human blood is constantly being produced and renewed within the body, cycling through old and new. As long as Mo Shengtian ceases to inhale the toxic vapors of the Rootless Grass, his body will generate fresh blood that will gradually replace the old, allowing his physical condition to improve with each passing day.

Having traversed the scorching heat of the Purgatory realm, Duan Yu felt no discomfort upon arriving in the gloomy world of Fengdu; instead, he was filled with profound curiosity.

"Are you serious?" Wang Ming frowned as he looked at Sister Feng, trying to detect any trace of deception in her eyes.

Delia herself had once been drawn to Jerome. She had envisioned that her future husband would be a man much like him, possessing most of his fine qualities and temperament—or perhaps even Jerome himself. Of course, the prerequisite remained that he must listen to her and obey her commands.

As he opened his eyes, he was startled by the flames before him. But upon realizing that the fire was being released from within his own body, he slowly exhaled in relief, retracted the flames entirely, and sat up on the bed.

Hashirama let out a cold, mocking snort. His figure paused, his feet fixed firmly against the rock face, yet he stood at a ninety-degree angle to the vertical wall—meaning that, a hundred meters in the air, he was positioned perfectly parallel to the ground below. He looked down at the earth and began to weave seals with lightning speed.

"Mr. Silver Fox, do you not have a real name? If we go out tomorrow and I call you Mr. Silver Fox, they will surely criticize me, and I don't want them to pay you any attention!" Yun Jing recalled the phone call she had just made to her classmate and sighed with helplessness.

The police car, under the control of the man surnamed Zhao, took the roughest route possible. Every jolt caused the handcuffs to tighten cruelly around Wang Ming’s wrists. By the time the car stopped at the entrance of the police station, a pair of red bracelets had been permanently etched into his skin.

Wang Peng kept his thin lips pressed tightly together. He knew he could not refuse a look or a request like that, just as he knew he had never been a saint.

The thick muzzle erupted in flame once more, and a dense spray of steel shot and iron sand tore into Brito’s body. He let out a piercing, agonizing scream, his entire frame spinning one hundred and eighty degrees along the ground in the direction he had been turning, before he jolted upward and collapsed once again.

The immense pressure exerted by the Heaven-Turning Seal was far beyond what the members of the four great sects could withstand. Within a few moments, the seal hung less than ten feet above them; it was clear that it would not be long before they were crushed into pulp.

Cheng Ba let out a roar, gathering every ounce of his internal energy, and swung his blood-stained sword toward the masked man charging at him.

This fellow was truly a difficult character; Chu Feng mentally marked him with a label of "dangerous."

Chu Feng’s expression grew more serious. "Old Huang, this is the true murderous intent. I am certain that the two-thirds of the bombs that went missing were aimed at me. But the remaining two are likely truly intended for Zixuan."

Blood-Feast laughed heartily, his skeletal form spinning as he slipped away from Dai Di Yiyi’s grasp.

"Um, perhaps this brick isn't as good as you think..." I decided I had better offer them a word of caution.

He offered soft comfort time and again, but Zhen Ai only wept more bitterly. When one is in the midst of a crisis, fear is often absent; it is only after the danger has passed that the delayed terror becomes truly bone-chilling.

It seemed this man belonged to the Li family; if it reported him, Li Ye might even tell the man, "Well done."

It was just like long-distance running: sprinting the first hundred meters makes you look like a leader, but in reality, you are merely exhausting your stamina. I was in that state now; after ten steps, trying to take the next one felt as if my body were glued in place. I was utterly immobile, and even lifting my foot felt impossibly difficult.

He suddenly found it ironic. He knew his home was filthy and cold, but he had never imagined it could be this dirty, this disgusting.

Xia Nuan freshened up, quickly changed into light clothing, threw on a coat, and followed the last message sent by Fang Tu, heading toward the villa.

Upon learning that Lu Yan wanted to speak with him, Wang Congcong was ecstatic. The main reason he had been currying favor with Zhao Haisheng was to gain access to Lu Yan.

When Hua Lu arrived, she walked in to see Qi Yi speaking with a gentle smile to the boy opposite her. Having managed Qi Yi for such a long time, whether before or after the incident, Hua Lu had never seen her smile with such tenderness.

It was not until the sky grew dark that Murong Xi departed. The room belonging to Feng Xiaoyue was adjacent to the main building where Murong Lin stayed, and Ge Xiling’s room was right next to Feng Xiaoyue’s.

Qi Yi and Hua Lu sat at the bar, chatting while brewing coffee, as Qin Xiaoyan and the others came downstairs after finishing organizing their luggage and rooms on the second floor.

"We were in the wrong last time, but you must take action this time. Because this is not an internal matter, but one concerning both China and Japan," Guo Li said with an apologetic expression.