Volume 1, Chapter 37: I’m a sucker for this trope, and I love it!

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They cast aside all warnings and terrifying legends. This was hardly surprising; countless stories had promised an alliance, yet they merely sought something substantive.

Because these forest frogs were masters of concealment, Fang Qi dared not let the two move about. It was the breeding season, and their eggs were considered a delicacy.

Shen Mengxi felt her body immobilized, accompanied by a dull ache; she knew without guessing that the process would be grueling.

Once the dolphin knights’ light shield showed signs of dimming, they were immediately rotated with another team. By cycling three teams to maintain the protective barrier around Qin Li and the knights, they left the shark demons with no opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Seemingly sensing Yang Sanyang’s gaze, Shen Ni met his eyes and walked toward him without a trace of hesitation.

The boar king appeared clumsy but was in fact incredibly cunning. Though it could not dodge all three arrows, it jerked its head to avoid the most lethal shot aimed at its eye, while the other two arrows continued their trajectory toward its left foreleg and neck, showing no sign of evasion.

Liu Yi and Cao Du were caught completely off guard when the Queen got straight to the point with such unexpected candor.

The jewelry shop owner was incensed; he had run rampant here for years and no one had ever dared to strike anyone in his shop.

It was clear she had been terrified; had it been a moment later, she would never have breathed the air of this world again.

With no other choice, Yan Jiarui spent some of his reward points to post a pest extermination mission at the task center.

Ling Yu, however, did not think much of it. In her view, the Bai Shen Hall was merely a merchant house; no matter how powerful, how could they surpass imperial authority?

Lu Xiangzhi was somewhat dismissive. He felt that not meeting Elder Xu was of little consequence; he had never expected to become the elder’s student anyway.

Fatty Yan nodded and bowed with a sycophantic smile, holding a screwdriver. The only other relatively functional lackey beside him also kept his head down, working away.

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"Of course it's true." Chong Jing insisted, determined to pass off even a fallacious argument as the truth.

That left only one possibility: the old man knew of him. It was even possible the old man knew everything he had done here, and he trusted in the old man's ability to uncover such information.

To him, anyone capable of hosting such a grand banquet—and he had noted the opera troupe at the village entrance—was significant. Though he was not well-versed in the arts, he recognized the troupe as one of the best in the ancient capital; not just anyone could hire them.

Zhu Li patted Liu En. "Go if you must, you talk too much." With that, he turned to other matters.

Long Qi felt something was wrong. His body stiffened as he turned to look, only to see something that left him stunned yet familiar—a creature that should not exist.

Mr. Dai stroked his elegant beard and nodded slightly. He was quite pleased by Jiang Shaole's courtesy and politeness.

"I saw what happened that day," Yun Ying said calmly, though her expression was unnatural, betraying a sense of conflict and embarrassment.

It was like when he left the Wei State and became obsessed over Li Ruo. No, it was even worse. Chou Hentian had always refined malevolent energy, which eroded his humanity; the backlash from his current emotional turmoil was at least twice as severe as what Xi Sa had endured.

Because the reform and opening-up had not yet occurred, foreigners were a rare sight and seemed quite novel. Zhao Zhengce had seen many in his future life, but seeing these dark-skinned foreigners every day still felt curious.

Du Qianjie had clearly mapped out his route, teleporting all the way. After more than ten days, he appeared in the Weijia plane.

"My King, it is the intent of the human crown prince. In the demon tongue, it is often referred to as 'Xisa' instead; only the royal tribes do not need such strict distinctions." By the end, her beautiful face glowed with pride for being a member of the royal tribe.

"How could someone who killed the Nine-Headed beast be a nameless nobody on the Tu Chen Star?" Mang Ling muttered.

The Red-Bearded Jiao could no longer resist. With a long sigh, he accepted his fate, closed his eyes, and charged toward the Supreme Treasure.

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"Sister, do you know who I fought in my first battle since entering the Three Realms of the Primordial World?" Li Song squinted, as if recalling that distant past.

Perhaps in the native habitat of the earth tubers, there were plants or animals that kept them in check, preventing them from overrunning the land. But once introduced to Hot Spring Valley, they had no natural enemies. With such favorable conditions, it was no wonder they grew so rampantly.

The person was neither the burly man with the scar on his face nor the fierce-looking one-armed man.

Xi Sa frowned. Mei Xin was truly composed. Her words sounded pleasant, but in reality, she was subtly shifting the blame onto the Queen, claiming only that her own supervision had been lax. Xi Sa hesitated; he had considered how to punish her, whether she chose to argue, make excuses, or beg for mercy in terror.

Mu Hongzhi nodded, saying, "I came to see how Brother Fang is doing." Zhang He said indignantly, "Zhu Ming has gone too far. To strike with such malice—I thought of him as a brother at first."

Stepping out of the room, she wanted to look outside. The moonlight had already reached into the house, and the front door had been opened by someone. Yang Ling walked out immediately.

Until Tian Sheng, his whole body flickering with black and white light, neared the two, they struck simultaneously.

Tian Sheng would not miss this chance. The black, white, and blue lights on his palm flared violently. As his hand remained pressed against the Winged Demon’s neck, he drew a slight arc downward. With a crisp "crack," he forcibly severed the Winged Demon’s neck.

Yang Ling and Kindaichi felt strange, so they took a deep breath, but their noses were filled only with the scent of earth. A question suddenly arose in Yang Ling's heart.

There was no answer from inside, but the door suddenly opened. Zhu Ming looked in to see a man in black sitting at a table, on which stood a pot of wine, a dish of peanuts, and a pitch-black sword.

On the way back, Lu Hong slowly tried to accept the fact that Song Yuan might marry his mother. By the time they reached Qingshi County, Lu Hong had actually grown accustomed to it. He even decided in his heart to help Lu Xiang'er fulfill Song Yuan's devotion to Second Mother Lu.