Volume One, Chapter 64: The Precious First Draft Is Nothing but Scrap Paper, The Chen Family’s Infighting Brings Shame

Wang Zhi opened the stone door and stepped inside, only to be confronted by the sight of a dragon throne—aged and worn, clearly having stood for many years. Upon the throne lay an imperial dragon robe.

Qiao Yuchen muttered to himself. Ever since the discovery of an intelligent zombie in Huadu, he had been plagued by unease. Now, at the base below the dam, another being with human-like intelligence had appeared, heightening his anxiety. And yet, the same phenomenon was now emerging in the City of Dawn as well.

Jiang Shan frowned as he looked at Ouyang Kaitian, uncertain whether this talk of "at least three sword strikes" was genuine or a ruse.

Reflecting on this now-established historical fact, Zhu Youlang once again felt a surge of immense excitement.

As she pondered these things, she marked her path in the snow while searching for prey. Hunting in the snow was no easy task; in the depths of winter, most animals were hibernating, and the plants were buried beneath drifts. Finding something to eat was all but impossible.

Nangong Yixiao nodded woodenly. Murong Qi shot him a slight look of exasperation before stepping out of the hotel with a gentle, radiant smile.

Leaving everything else aside, the ability to absorb and refine energy from all things and make it one's own was an extraordinarily powerful gift.

"I have not succumbed to evil! Once I restore your sight, you will see for yourself! Wait a moment, and I will summon the Immortal Physician to help you replace your eyes," the Thousand Mechanisms Sage replied to Jiang Shan's doubts, his voice still gentle.

The chain pierced straight through Mizumon's abdomen. Clearly, Mizumon had harbored no suspicion of Naruto and fell victim with ease.

Atop the cliff, Ruoyun had slowly regained her composure. Chu Fengxi had fallen in an attempt to save her, his fate unknown. Feng Yulou, too, risked descending the cliff to search for Chu Fengxi, if only to ease her conscience.

Everyone in the Immortal Realm knew that Grandmaster Hongjun had three disciples: the Primeval Heavenly Lord, the Lord of All Things, and the Supreme Lord Laozi.

The leader of the Gentlemen’s Squad, a young man known by the codename Number One, revealed everything about Wang Hui without reservation, as if driven by no personal motive but a determination to bring Wang Hui to ruin.

Deep in the mountains, stumbling upon such a dilapidated temple was unsettling. Yet Xu Li peered inside without hesitation, prompting An Ning to muster her courage and take a look as well.

As time dragged by, Gu Qianyi grew ever more anxious. He was nearly desperate enough to barge into the operating room to see how she was faring.

Witnessing Huo Wuxie cough up blood from a single strike left Mentor Ruolin utterly astonished. She thought to herself that Huo Wuxie had truly misjudged his opponent; that he had survived such a blow was nothing short of miraculous.

If this truly was the case, his motivation for cultivation would grow even stronger—for he would be striving to return home.

"Bingxi, what exactly are you doing?" Chi Xi raised her head, knowing that Bingxi in her current state would not easily let matters rest.

Cheng Yiwen hesitated for a moment. Although she had seen Zhang Xinsheng’s fighting prowess the previous night, that had only been against two thugs. Judging by this person’s tone, he was clearly trained and very confident in his abilities. Was it really possible? She sneaked a glance at Zhang Xinsheng, too timid to reply.

On stage, after exchanging rings with An Yayong, Gu Qianyi embraced her passionately in front of everyone present, moving the entire audience.

With neither hand to secure the towel on her shoulders, Lin Feng easily tugged it free. As Chi Xi’s body spun half a turn before him, the form hidden beneath the towel was thus revealed in the light.

After only a few words, they headed downstairs to return to the old house. With Qianqian present, Tang Yuxi refrained from saying much to Jing Yue.

He was dressed in blue surgical scrubs, his gloves still on and stained a vivid red with blood.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen, brimming with youthful spirit, wore the attire of a crown prince, his bearing stately and exuding the noble pride expected of royalty.

In the business world, even the toughest dilemmas often left some trace to follow, some way to respond. But now, faced with Liang Anyue’s tightly guarded heart, Li Sheng could think of no solution. Was he doomed to wait out his days in helpless anticipation?

He had never truly liked Fan Xue-ni; he only wanted to take her away so she could not remain by Ji Yue'an’s side.

Lu Yan pressed both hands to the table, her gaze fixed on Liang Anyue in terror. If Liang Anyue knew everything she had done, did that mean Mu Yichen knew as well?

"Back to the matter at hand. What I need you to investigate today is an incident that took place in our own territory—the largest music and dance house in Lin'an County, ‘Blossoms Pavilion,’ and its branch," Beiming Che said, his manner precise and serious.

Alchemists were rare, but compared to spatial mages—who were virtually extinct—they were hardly worth mentioning. If one were to discover a spatial mage, it would surely cause a sensation across the world.

Yet before he could fall, the golden two-headed python struck with its massive palm. The Black Feather Hall guard's head was smashed down into his shoulders, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Young master, the lady has fallen gravely ill with worry and has lain bedridden ever since, her days spent weeping and calling your name. I beg you, please return to see her!" The old nurse, seasoned by years of hardship, spoke with a sorrowful voice edged with tears.

Watching Lu Yu draw closer step by step, seeing the inscrutable calm in his eyes, Wei Feng lost his nerve.

If he completed this task, Lin Fei would have taken a major step toward advancing to the fifth level. Once his cultivation reached the peak of the fourth level, he could immediately attempt the fusion, saving both time and effort in confronting and suppressing the power of the planes.