Volume One, Chapter 48: You're in Serious Trouble Now

Seemingly noticing the slight skepticism among the crowd, Huang Yanchen quickly said, "President Zhang, Mr. Chu's medical skills are beyond question. He will definitely be able to cure you."

The two elderly men, who appeared to possess genuine expertise, frowned repeatedly upon hearing Huang Yanchen's exaggerated praise.

Before either of them could speak, the bald man let out a cold snort first. "President Huang, isn't that boasting a bit too much?"

He glanced sideways at Chu Lintian, full of disdain in his eyes, and said contemptuously, "Kid, looking at your tender age, you probably haven't even finished school yet, and yet you dare to come out and treat people's illnesses?"

"I figure you must be a student at some medical college. What's your name? Which school are you from? I'd really like to see which institution could possibly cultivate...

That fluttering hem of his garment was like the banner of a king, declaring his unstoppable momentum.

His upper body was clad in a pure white shirt, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with his cuffs rolled up to his mid-arms. Despite the heavy rain, he still wore black suit trousers, the cuffs unmistakably soaked, yet he remained utterly indifferent.

"How did you acquire it? Could you tell us about it?" Mekfa asked with keen interest.

Li Junlan was quite surprised herself. She had thought that coming to Yedu, aside from Shen Feiluan, she wouldn't make a single friend.

Meanwhile, Lin Pengfei still maintained his initial dazed expression, staring blankly at Zhang Beixing at a complete loss.

"Wait for me, I'm going too!" One pulled two, two brought three, and instantly dozens of people headed towards the entrance of the sanctuary. Then came even more people, more calls to one another, until everyone in the sanctuary was stirred. In an instant, the quiet reception lobby became packed to the point of impenetrability.

By the time Zhou Zhi had finished most of his meal, Zhaoyang retroactively signed a player contract with him. In this way, it was equivalent to him gaining an extra pair of eyes.

Sneaking all the way into Mu Qingqing's residence, there were indeed only a dozen or so people there. Zhu Jianheng finally grew excited, taking the lead with a saber as he charged in. He was already contemplating how to torture Mu Qingqing, vowing to make it an unforgettable experience for the rest of her life.

Kong Fuzhan felt profound terror in his heart. As the head of the Northern Branch of the Kong family, his days had become increasingly difficult over the past few years. No one was a fool, and not everyone bought into the traditional ways of the Kong family anymore.

That night, Lu Feng changed into a suit of black clothing and slipped into the Jiang family courtyard under the cover of night. The courtyard was dead silent, and occasionally gate-keeping servants could be seen dozing off against the doors. The lanterns under the eaves were left unlit, while the master bedrooms in each courtyard were brightly illuminated.

These wooden arrows lacked attribute bonuses, yet polishing them took quite a bit of effort, and Chen Zheng was unwilling to waste them.

He initially wanted to kill him on the spot to vent his anger, but returning to the Master empty-handed would inevitably invite punishment. It was better to drag him back along the way.

Yet as the lotus flowers gradually dissipated, what remained in everyone's sight were the corpses of numerous bandits, with not a single survivor.

However, compared to the Empress, Shen Qianqian was somewhat more rustic; she rather preferred the scents of stinky tofu and durian.

Yet the negative examples were numerous as well—first came Li Qianshun of Western Xia, followed by Li Qiande of Jiaozhi, alongside Wang Gou of Goryeo. These three brothers were practically more unlucky and wretched than the one before.

Lu Qingqing chatted as she headed to the kitchen. Uncle Zhang watched her retreating figure and helplessly shook his head.

The origin of the matter was that a Persian cat meticulously raised by a foreign tribe had escaped its confinement, and she happened to transform right at that juncture, getting caught to make up the numbers.

Reluctant though he was, the Black Bear Envoy dared not act willfully any longer. He glared fiercely at Lu Jin before vanishing from the spot alongside the Wind Envoy.

Chen Zheng and Xiao Zan exchanged glances, unsure of what medicine Qin Ning was trying to sell in her gourd. Why would she drag the two of them along on a date with Li Shuang?

"If you're not going to come back, so be it," Yan Fang continued to scold harshly, "and yet when you called this morning, you lied to me saying you were at Xiaoling's place. Grown some backbone now, have you?" All of her recent terror and workplace stress were vented by Yan Fang onto Wang Xuanlong.

Chen Yi wore a cold smile. Threats? Since he already had so many enemies, he probably wouldn't mind one more from the Copper Coin Auction House.

He slowly turned his body, gazing at the hell-like scene around him. Suddenly, he caught sight of Ye Siqi lying on the ground and uttered, "Siqi?" Following that, his eyes gradually flooded with crimson, and the clear light from the Myriad-Blade Longyuan Sword quietly crept up his body.

Shi Yan snapped back to his senses and looked at the four burly men before him, his eyes seeming to say, "Give up, or else you'll only cause more of your people to die." Seeing Shi Yan looking at him, the leading man glanced left and right. Realizing there was no chance of victory left on their side, a strange gleam flickered in his eyes as he pondered carefully.

Dong Zhanyun held two Snow Source Stones in his hands and sat cross-legged in meditation. A bone-chilling cold aura began to circulate in his palms. Dong Zhanyun slightly curved his fingers, tightly clasping the Snow Source Stones in his palms. Momentarily, the frigid aura flowed along his meridians and into his dantian.

The Fire Cloud Python stirred up raging flames, turbulent waves of fire coiling around its neck. Clusters of fire gathered like stars, dotting the head of the Fire Cloud Python as it slammed toward Cuifeng alongside its head.

Hearing what Peter said, Andy froze for a moment. Why hadn't Peter mentioned to her earlier that they hadn't shared a bed since their marriage? Andy immediately fixed her gaze back on the screen.

"You guys, you'd better not go looking for him. If you look for her, she'll definitely make things difficult for you!" the waitress kindly advised.

Meanwhile, the Yin-Yang avatar had also returned to stand guard. Dong Zhanyun deliberately kept the Shadow Cloud Eagle, the hairy zombies, flying zombies, Nine-Spring Ghost Mother, and Youquan Ghost Mother concealed.

Simultaneously, another figure stepped out from behind Wang Kunmiao: wearing a benevolent smile and green robes, exuding an incomparable and immense aura—this was none other than the Xuanwupai Elder, Wang Su.

Tushan Jun let out a soft sound of surprise. Under the cover of this fire-attribute technique was not ordinary fire at all, but thunder magic.

His brain operated at lightning speed, running through every single ancient sect skill he had mastered over the past few days.

Such rumors would surface among the common folk from time to time, and past rumors were mostly just people fabricating stories to stir up trouble.

The front gate opened directly into a front hall. At this moment, there was no one in the front hall; instead, a large black snake was resting there.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled. Manling had always been magnanimous and straightforward; why was it that upon hearing her family had arrived, she didn't look happy, but rather wore this expression?

The frail and clumsy Malzahar did not know how to fight, nor did he know anything about pickpocketing. Tormented by hunger, he ultimately chose to fortune-tell for people in the slums in exchange for a few coins or crusts of bread.

As the army achieved successive victories on the battlefield, Demacian goods were sold to even more distant places, beginning to conquer territories in broader markets.

Still, in his opinion, this state might not work against other demons, but dealing with Lamassu was more than enough—because Lamassu was the demon of secrecy.

Juliani naturally felt unworthy of such praise and waved her hands repeatedly, claiming she had merely tried her luck and never expected to actually bring him back to life.

The captain of the guards did not reply. His purpose here was not to fight, but to take back the person who had injured their young master.