Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Amputated Little Finger

I looked at the brand-new Apple phone on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then turned it on. I saw only a few numbers in the contact list. Zhao Qinhan had saved himself as "Husband." I sneered and deleted his number immediately.

Qiu Ming did not refuse; after all, who would turn down a good thing? He took the opportunity to cast a divination, but his brow furrowed.

Of course, most of those Chinese martial artists practiced only common hand-to-hand combat techniques lacking any real substance, incomparable to a master with a mysterious background like Li Luofeng.

However, her honors class had a campus gala with the same department that weekend, so she had to go back.

Elder Xiang nodded. He knew that Tianci had arranged it intentionally; nothing would happen in the first half of the night, and even he, as a traveler through three incarnations, could handle it. But he truly didn't know what issues might arise in the deep mountains during the second half of the night. It would be safer if Tianci kept watch then, so Elder Xiang nodded and agreed.

For this reason, she had gone to see the doctor, but the doctor said the patient had signed some kind of document. In any case, they wouldn't tell her the specifics, only suggesting that she visit more often if she had the time.

Elder Xiang and Tang Yan nodded. The fruit was juicy and delicious, and both of them declared it highly satisfying. Seeing everyone’s contentment, Xu Qing felt happy too. She had prepared these things personally, fearing they might not be satisfied. Seeing her efforts recognized, she felt deeply fulfilled.

In such a short time, Chong Yingbao had reached this level of cultivation. Did Shen Gongbao possess some secret technique, or had he given Chong Yingbao some immortal elixir?

"You say this is a cornucopia, and it contains whatever one desires?" The county magistrate looked skeptical. Did such a treasure really exist? Should he present it to the Emperor in exchange for a promotion?

Jin Yan dragged me away without a second thought. Before leaving, I glanced back at Xing Feng once more, but he had already returned to his desk and was staring at his computer, never looking at us again.

"See the regiment commander?" Immediately, a voice familiar to Dai Feng and Cai Dong rang out, asking with a tone of confusion.

The goal of Yun Xingchen and Kong Qiu'er in coming here was to visit the Divine Talisman Palace, so after entering the ancient city, they planned to head straight there.

"Moreover, out of the four, three are new recruits who just enlisted not long ago," the regiment's political commissar laughed with extreme excitement.

Song Xiangsi didn't take it to heart; in any case, she had come today just to resolve the matter regarding the child.

Relying on the connection between the imprints, two days later, Ji Ming also arrived here to rendezvous with Chu Chen.

She actually didn't want to know these things. The restaurant’s dishes were decent, and the plain-boiled chicken was indeed quite good. Song Xiangsi had a refined palate; after one bite, she could basically tell what was in it and had a rough idea of how the seasoning was prepared.

The jadeite unearthed now, whether in terms of color or purity, was clearly a top-tier specimen among violet jades—rich in color and of superior clarity, truly a masterpiece.

"Very well!" Wang Menglong, the commander-in-chief, looked at Zhang Yu and said, then walked to a nearby horse and picked up an ordinary blade.

The man wore a deep blue robe; with his high cheekbones and narrow eyes, he was not particularly handsome. His face was full of smiles, and though the words just spoken seemed to come from him, he felt no sense of blasphemy.

Seeing this, the Armored Wolf lunged instantly. Its strength was naturally different; after a few rounds, the flames of the Bear-kin were suppressed. However, the good times didn't last long, as hundreds of Bear-kin warriors clad in armor charged wildly. The ground began to tremble—a true, violent shaking, reflecting the ferocity of their power.

After a brief clash, the two bodyguards realized they were no match for Wang Lang and could only stand aside to let Luo Tianyi pass.

The Bai family would not give up easily, and the Chen family was desperate to replace them. Thus, behind-the-scenes struggles were inevitable.

The sword Tang San used was the Shushan Breeze Divine Sword, equivalent to a top-grade innate magical treasure. The Wuji Sword Shield it formed was actually broken by Li Xiaoyao using a simple Sword Control Technique, which suggested that the shimmering silver divine sword Li Xiaoyao wielded must be a peerless treasure.

The two looked at each other and, as if sharing a "great minds think alike" moment, simultaneously let out an evil, lecherous laugh before disappearing into the garden with their arms around each other.

Guo Yi hated those who acted as accomplices to tyrants; to deal with such people, one should use their fists to teach them a lesson.

"I hear the stock market operates on a T+1 basis while futures operate on T+0, making futures more maneuverable. Why do the common people still prefer stocks?" Wang Lang couldn't help but feel puzzled by this.

Upon entering the hero shop again, Priestess Bunce was no longer lost in thought but was looking at the entrance with anticipation.

For them, the world of cultivation was too distant; their only goal was to live out their lives in peace.

Peng Jie’s presence meant he no longer viewed underground fighters like Fu Haozhong and Xiao Long as threats. If not for him, perhaps even if Zhang Jinhai had invited the two, he would have remained cautious and wary.

That striking, vibrant red robe paired with a tall, slender, and perfect physique, along with that peerless face—still somewhat blurred but extremely familiar to them—who else could it be but Beiming You?

But who would have known that the next day, these warriors would return, though two fewer in number? When Yun Jiu served their meal, she noticed that one of them had an injured arm, with blood soaking through the bandage.

Alice, maintaining a three-meter distance from Shen Chao, was also in a state of turmoil, her face pale, because she had seen one of her own kind among the dead on the first floor.

Chen Fan had seen the Residual-Blood Crocodile before and had even fought one, so he could clearly identify that these wounds were almost entirely caused by the claws or bites of such creatures.