Volume 1, Chapter 44: Si Jinnian Suspects Shen Nian'an's Identity is Special

Inside the courtyard, having closed the door and glanced at Wen Baoguo who was still asleep, Shen Nian'an quietly let out a breath of relief.

Fortunately, the old man had not been awakened.

Hastily concealing himself, Ah Xiu looked over and saw that the person was none other than the Water Dragon Colt. At this moment, he was wandering among the houses, seemingly searching for something.

The news I want to know the most? Right now, what I desire to know above all else is whether my parents are still alive, and secondly, the whereabouts of Fengdu. I already have a lead on the latter, but as for the former, I am certain that Li Hongchen knows nothing about it either.

King Muyun, with his keen insight, spurred his prized steed forward, charging ahead of the ten great generals to take the lead position. He fixed his gaze upon a man not far away, who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old with a thick beard. This person was none other than Prince Taba.

There were tracks left by cartwheels along the path; clearly, this could already be considered a main thoroughfare within the desert.

"Bow to him?" Ye Zhenxiong stared wide-eyed, looking toward Hao Yunzheng before asking Ji Feiyu in disbelief.

Hearing him say this, Qin Langji glanced back, then immediately walked over to check anxiously on Bai Siyan's injuries.

Yet subsequently, no matter how many times he tried again—regardless of what kind of Dao energy he used or how much force he exerted—he could only manage to light up five and a half corners. The sixth half-corner and the final corner stubbornly refused to light, and the dark yellow altar remained completely unresponsive. No matter how Li Han tried, it never produced the slightest change.

Listening to Dajin spout nonsense here, I laughed inwardly. He certainly wasn't acting like he had when he was scared out of his wits back in the execution pit. Having tossed and turned all noon, I was also exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in the carriage.

Dajin tapped his bowl with his chopsticks, his expression solemn: "Comrades, our grand commercial tycoon plan for Liulichang is suffering defeat after defeat, retreating step by step! Comrade Lu An, as the primary person in charge of our shop, do you have anything to say?" With that, he struck the bowl heavily a few more times with a ding-ding-ding sound.

The village chief and Senior Sister Taoli were still conversing when suddenly they heard successive cries of alarm from the villagers.

Relying on the massive enhancements brought by his equipment, Bai Xuejia would go out every single night to harvest a wave of spirit cores.

"What?" Yan Junli immediately walked over. There really was a disposable mobile phone on the table that none of them had ever seen before. It was vibrating against the wooden surface, emitting a sound much like a landline telephone.

The second faction, led by Dong Chong and hostile to Peng, argued that Peng Yu's expedition involved excessive slaughter, forging a deep-seated hatred with the Qiang tribe. They feared the Qiang tribe would never submit now, leaving Liang Province without a moment of peace forevermore. This was entirely Peng Yu's fault and he deserved punishment!

Moreover, what mattered most was his explosive temper; he was always someone who preferred action over words, throwing punches at the slightest disagreement.

Yet he never expected that just as he thought such a thing was impossible, upon arriving at Li Min's office, he would receive the invitation letter.

The rogue cultivator was worried that the Blood Star would vanish once more, and he dearly hoped the Blue Sea Immortal Palace would promptly dispatch people to verify that his words were true.

"My imperial child, listen to what your father has to say..." The Emperor waved his hand and casually employed a technique to isolate the surroundings. This conversation between him and the Third Princess could not be overheard by anyone nearby.

Following that, the Thunder Spirit immediately materialized between Lin Yi and the thunder pool, guarding against any assaults from the lightning within.

Wu Danlong drove Yanling toward his father-in-law's house. Upon arrival, he parked the car and walked straight into the luxurious villa.

Even a clay figurine possesses a shred of temper; subjected to such indiscriminate and unjust encirclement, Dongfang Xiao naturally harbored some resentment. Countless ghostly sword shadows materialized around him, and for a time, the Thunder God Guards were unable to gain the upper hand.