Chapter 44: The Cultivator
Upon seeing the face of the woman in white, Xu Yang’s body suddenly froze, and his heart was deeply shaken. What kind of face was it? Almond-shaped eyes, graceful brows, a delicate and upright nose, lips as red and fresh as cherries kissed by dew. Judging by these features, the woman in white was no less beautiful than Dongfang Tianfeng or Su Yanran.
Yet, despite such exquisite features...
Witnessing this scene, Yao Beibei secretly cheered, but thinking about how much harder it would be to attack the leading wolf, she quickly braced herself.
“This is the missile unit conducting a test launch. They haven’t had much experience in live exercises and don’t dare attempt a full-scale strike,” the Chief of Staff noticed the issue as well, gazing at the screen with concern as he responded.
Following him into the sword-forging chamber, Chu Lanqian found an unremarkable wooden sword and handed it to Ji Ruyan.
When Chen Huan approached, she hadn’t even noticed. Her face was pale, devoid of any expression.
Old Master Su was still keeping things mysterious, but since Chen Huan was concerned about Su Buyan, he turned to focus intently on the chessboard.
Shangguan Lei simply grinned without saying a word, helping his son onto the sofa and then carefully massaging his shoulders.
An Ran disliked the sensation, so she gave up enjoying the comfort of the bath, quickly washed up and got out.
A Cheng was momentarily stunned—who was playing the pipa in the carriage? Could it be... his wife? Playing music while traveling—was it really appropriate? He couldn’t help but glance at Pei Xingjian, only to see his master looking at the vehicle ahead with surprise, his face gradually softening into a gentle smile.
Lan Hanyan’s silver eyes turned icy cold in an instant. He said nothing, merely glanced at Ouyang Junhe, then turned and followed Wan Ningzhu.
Yet, since Long Zhanyan praised the two shadow guards so highly, when he had time, he would surely reward them generously.
What was with this family? Clearly, there was nothing seriously wrong, yet they acted as if someone was on the verge of death... But the man before him was the head of the Xie family in the southern city. Doctor Sun’s eyes flickered; he chalked it up to the inner household’s antics, wives angling for favor before their husbands—a behavior he’d seen often in his years of practice.
To be honest, the elder brother was utterly helpless with this sister. Thankfully, Zixia Valley had strong connections—otherwise, with her causing trouble again and again, any ordinary family would have been worn down by her antics.
“Brother Ye, why do you insist? I’m just worried about you!” Hearing Long Zhuye’s words, Gao Moying was deeply hurt.
“I surrender! I surrender!” A scattered cultivator immediately shouted, voice trembling, and other experts quickly echoed him.
“What’s wrong, Master? Why did we suddenly stop?” Ziling blinked, puzzled.
Long Zhanyan staggered toward the bed, each step as if she might collapse at any moment.
His relationship with Meng Yue had been fraught; during their time together, either Meng Yue was away on business, or Su Xinmin was.
Chen Jinshui ate heartily, but Aunt Wang couldn’t get used to the flavors in Hong Kong—either too rich or too bland.
“This Mu Cang—what does he need so many herbs and spirit grasses for? Does he know how to refine pills?” Cang Ming was unsettled inside, though he appeared calm. Soon he knew the answer, as a genuine medicinal aroma wafted out.
These high-grade potions had varied effects, often proving crucial at key moments, helping Li Feng and his companions resolve many crises.
Zigu’s earlier meaning was that it didn’t know—it needed to try. Li Feng patted Zigu’s head, signaling it to give it a shot and hopefully lure out a necromancer-type monster.
Yuan Da, who had never experienced anything like this, had no idea how many rounds he’d battled with Tang Wanqing. Even so, exhausted as he was, he had no intention of stopping.