Heaven's justice is clear and retribution unfailing; I, your great-grandmother, am your reckoning!

When the streets had grown quieter, Liu Yunwei finally approached the clothing vendor to discuss his share.
“We agreed on a fifty-fifty split, so why am I only getting a small piece of flatbread, without even any condiments?”
“Consider yourself lucky to get anything at all. Still picky, huh?”
The vendor hung the returned camisole back on the stall, his face long and displeased.
Liu Yunwei knew the upper hand was with the vendor; there was little he could do. Clutching the piece of instant noodle dough, he sighed.

“Wuji Sect has provided significant resources to the Feng Sect and even established a Wuji Tower there for disciples to cultivate. That’s why our Feng Sect maintains a very good relationship with the Wuji Sect,” Chen Kuangxiao nodded with a smile.

“The wind outside is strong; don’t you want to keep your legs?” After days of interaction, he found himself increasingly fond of this simple-hearted girl, clutching the medicine box tightly as he urged her indoors.

She curled her lips. Having been deceived once by Pei Weixin and failing to learn the lesson, falling for another trick was truly foolish.

However, he was no ordinary demon, so without cultivation techniques, progressing to a late stage might leave him unable to move forward.

After hanging up on Zheng Hongcheng, he quickly called his father to inquire about the harvesting preparations. Tian’s father was far more reliable and assured him that everything was ready. Only then did Tian Chuan relax.

After four rounds of competition, as expected, no accidents occurred. Tian Chuan improved his result to 18.77 meters, once again breaking the national record and securing the championship. No other competitor reached 18 meters, leaving Tian Chuan far ahead.

“This is the conclusion I came to since yesterday! Didn’t you notice this before? This situation can’t be happening for the first time, right?” Ji Lingchen eyed him suspiciously.

She grumbled inwardly, as did everyone present; Fang Muyun and the master even burst out laughing.

Yet, deep down, they cursed the delay—after so many calls, the security team still hadn’t arrived. Where on earth were they?

“After all, the Tuoba Xianbei are barbarians. Uncle Bao, aren’t you afraid your actions will give others grounds to accuse you of nurturing a tiger that will bring disaster, or inviting wolves into the house?” Wang Zhen’e asked grimly.

Huan Wei fiercely swung his sword, deflecting the arrows flying toward the narrow pass while loudly commanding the Jingzhou troops beside him.

The young master Mu found himself at the epicenter of immense pressure. His massive frame suddenly dropped, the force so overwhelming it was as if a planet had descended, leaving Mu utterly powerless to resist.

“Haha, Great Commander, you might not know, but Wei Jie’s visit to Jingkou this time is by commission!” Wei Jie laughed heartily, deliberately keeping a secret.

She pushed open the door and entered, sitting by the window. Memories of encountering Tan Haicheng that afternoon stirred, as if she had returned to the tender days of blossoming youth.

Mu Xifeng watched the fist growing larger in his sight, calmly picked up a chopstick, and gently tossed it toward the great dragon.

Though worries still churned in my heart, I wonder whether knowing the future in advance is a blessing or a curse. If I truly find a path for Beixiang Kingdom to the outside world, will it bring disaster or fortune?

Otherwise, with the demon king’s power, facing Hu Meng would not be disadvantageous. Coupled with the strength of two great demon clans, the final outcome might even be rewritten.

Su City endures perpetual winter; the ice lake never melts. Xiang Yu silently appeared there, his eyes falling upon an ice house on the lake’s surface.

“What’s the plan?” Liu Laozhi’s eyes brightened—Wei Jie’s words touched on the very problem troubling him most.

Meanwhile, the white light dimmed further as more puppets began moving. Though they could only perform basic spells, their cultivation was high. It was best to avoid direct confrontation.

Since Chu Qinghan knew she was Mu Ye, naturally she was very familiar with these matters.

He Qi’s gaze turned cold. Suddenly, blood splattered onto his clothes. Stunned, He Qi saw a spear of light piercing through a mountain ridge behind the valley—upon closer look, the figure was Zhao Yun.