Performer (15)

"You..." Youhan's throat tightened, sensing that Ye Qingluo's entire demeanor had changed in an instant.

Behind Ye Qingluo stood not only the so-called Mercenary Guild of the world and the esteemed Shangxuan Academy.

Yun Yiyi couldn't help but crane her neck again to look at the computer screen. As her eyes swept over it, she confirmed it was indeed the wedding scene, every angle visible in detail.

Wen He seemed to have forgotten their last unpleasant parting, affectionately linking arms with him as they boarded a reinforced, bulletproof military vehicle together.

The investigation continued, and Lady Liang took the opportunity to vie for favor, falsely claiming she was overcome with anxiety, fearing she would be the next victim.

Li Jinye flew back from America by private jet because the company’s branch there had encountered some issues which required his personal attention. After days of relentless work, he finally resolved the matter and returned overnight.

The previous Prince Zheng had ties too deep with the Crown Prince; to prevent the Yuqing Palace from becoming too entrenched, Kangxi found a pretext and placed Prince Zheng under house arrest.

Whenever An Miaozhen recalled Empress Sakda of Shengyuan, it always filled her with unspeakable grief.

Du Yuesheng was no longer an impulsive youth, yet he had done something so foolish—if not for true love, what else could it be?

In matters of kinship, the Fifth Prince wasn't merely a sworn brother to the Fourth Prince; he was also the son of his mother's own younger sister. Moreover, his grandfather Yiling had reminded him to look after the Fifth Prince in the future.

"Don't forget I'm the captain, you're only the vice-captain. I have the authority to decide who goes on the field. That's settled!" Shang Ao said firmly, showing no intention of changing his mind.

Yet she had her own pride; she refused to rely on those people for her livelihood, nor did she wish to trouble Ming Qi.

In the end, only the very top among those mighty figures discerned the subtle differences.

"I'm not! I care for them deeply, but I just can't feel at ease leaving them here, that's all!" the fat man explained vigorously.

"Boom!" A thunderous crash, and the ground collapsed beneath them. The crowd's expressions shifted to shock and disbelief.

It's no longer a matter of whether we want to deal with them; these ghosts insist on haunting us.

If handled poorly, not only would Ao Tian fail to claim the peerless sword, but other forces might seize the chance to sow chaos—getting away with mere disruption would be considered lucky.

Time passed unknowably before Mo Mo slowly opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight making him uncomfortable.

The trapped demon cultivator suddenly erupted, screaming in agony, heedless of the fact that he was still impaled by the Wolf King's sky-piercer. He struggled violently, and though blood once again oozed from his shoulder, it achieved nothing else.

The vast and powerful Junshi clan, in a single night, was reduced to just a few in that room and a newborn swaddled in blankets.

Zhong Xiu was puzzled, unable to answer the question. The surrendered tribes watched from their warships, witnessing their homeland’s destruction with a mix of sorrow and relief—they were glad to have left with these foreign conquerors, for otherwise, their fate would have been annihilation.

To match the color of the walls, the columns and round platform were also painted white, emitting a radiant glow.

They found a supermarket, stocked with everything one would expect except for people. Although it looked somewhat shabby, the food and supplies inside appeared just like any ordinary store, as if someone regularly replaced the goods.

The demon cultivator ignored the old Beast King's expression and turned to Liu Dingtian. Controlled by the Wolf King, his spiritual power was suppressed, his shoulder pierced and bleeding black demon blood, though it had coagulated, remaining in this state was hardly sustainable.

Two days later, Kong Che returned to Qufu. Instead of seeing the patriarch Kong Yanjin, he went to the eastern courtyard to report his journey to Jinan to Kong Chengqing.

"Heh, it's nothing—perhaps I drank too much last night!" Du You somewhat awkwardly tried to cover it up.

The plan of Marquis Shi was to wait until Zhou Wutian left the imperial city, intercept him, and then interrogate his party far from the capital—so that even if the academy protested, it would be beyond their reach.

Qin Yue was startled again, thinking he had awoken, but upon closer inspection he remained the same, barely alive, his breath faint.

Ye Lingyi felt a pain in her side; the light in her eyes dimmed, but she said nothing.

Chu Qinglan opened the door and walked out, while Lu Suiyuan, left in the room, regretted having tested his fiancée.

Wang Danai withdrew his knife and examined it closely—there was not a drop of blood, and he marveled at what a fine blade it was.

To complete the trial assigned by the old man, solo combat would not suffice; relying solely on beauty without skill was equally futile.

Yun Ni commanded three moves in succession; from a disadvantage, she found a flicker of hope, yet it was as fragile as a flame about to be snuffed out.

That did not mean she approved of Eisen's private decisions—being used as a bargaining chip without her knowledge still made Hanyan furious.

Watching the power of the celestial fire, the second-in-command felt regret—why had he coveted that secret? Had he not, Wolf Stronghold would likely have been destroyed long ago.

After that, Meiyan fell silent, fading from Eisen’s consciousness, but as Eisen prepared to return his awareness to the real world, Meiyan’s voice drifted into his mind once more.

She gazed out the window at the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the pattering rain reminiscent of the rigid rituals and etiquette of the palace.

Ye Tianhao sighed, "Elder Dongfang knew his end was near—how could his profound internal skills be buried with him? That’s why..." He let out a soft sigh.

The future Buddha succeeds the present Buddha; only if Tathagata makes a mistake and abdicates can Maitreya ascend. Thus, when the Ancestor of the Nether River attacked Spirit Mountain, Ancient Buddha Dipankara intervened, but Maitreya merely watched from afar.