Chapter 51 of Volume 1: That Is So Shameless

Upon returning home, Chu Lingtian found Jiang Wan lying on the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

"Wife, what's wrong?"

Chu Lingtian hurriedly picked Jiang Wan up and carried her into the house, only to find that her skin was scorching hot, like boiling water.

After taking her pulse briefly, he sensed a terrifying and fierce masculine energy rampaging wildly through her body.

Then he noticed that the Vajra Pill he had refined and placed on the living room table was gone.

"You silly girl, didn't I tell you not to take it without me watching?"

Chu Lingtian sighed helplessly.

Before leaving, he had indeed informed Jiang Wan that the Vajra Pill was ready, but she must wait for him to be present before consuming it.

At that time, Jiang Wan was busy making tomorrow's water...

[Author's note: There is one more chapter. The author strives for two chapters a day, or three if in better condition. The countdown to Du Youjia's debut is on, everyone! What do you think? The next chapter will feature the emotional development between Du Youjia and Taeyeon. If it's acceptable, please don't forget to recommend and bookmark.]

Next, he took out a medical kit from the side and proceeded to bandage the child's bleeding hand.

Hearing the commotion in the front yard, Redniang rushed over from the backyard, attempting to stop the conflict between the two sides.

"Don't be impatient, you'll know soon enough. I guarantee this trip won't disappoint you." Qin Huang kept them in suspense and offered no further explanation.

After returning to the medical clinic, Su Yang's heart remained unsettled for a long time. The battle at Qinghe Lake between Qin Wuxin and Hou Ba truly opened his horizons. Those two were roughly his age, yet their strength could easily obliterate him in seconds, which only strengthened Su Yang's resolve to enter Lidu Academy.

How could Zhao Yishan spare the time to entertain Zhai Ru's idle gossip? He tossed Zhai Ru ten thousand elemental crystals to shut him up, and then sent him away.

However, let alone coming infinitely close to the second stage, even at the second stage itself, it would be impossible for him to defeat someone at the third stage, let alone kill them.

Meanwhile, having evaded numerous searches, Yemo had already returned to his city. However, instead of immediately seeking out Su Xin and the others, he went directly to find Ausai.

This grand formation grew stronger the tougher its opponents were. If it faced a Star Sovereign, or even the subterranean vein of star source beneath the earth, it would burst apart instantly with earth-shattering might.

Yet Chi Xia could not do that, because she had to ensure she retained enough psychic energy to safely send away these companions who trusted her.

"The Dao of the Sword is complete! The Heavenly Dao! What is there to fear!——" Wang Yue let out another long roar, purple thunder erupting all over his body as he charged forward to collide with the black lightning.

He pulled the soul-shattering arrow out of his chest with a blank expression, not even bothering to glance at it before tossing it casually onto the ground.

Lu Yao came to a sudden realization, and could not help holding Yuyi in slightly higher regard. The aphrodisiac poison was formidable; after being tormented for so long, the fact that she was merely a mortal who had already recovered made it quite impressive.

As he spoke, he walked over to Shi Yan, reaching for the cucumber the man was washing. Instead of grabbing the cucumber, he ended up brushing his hands all over the man's hands.

Seeing a powerful spirit master die on the bed, Ye Yu instantly felt a sense of sorrow for a kindred spirit.

They even faced a certain degree of suppression. Xu Huang, Zhou Tai, Shi Qian, Qi Qi, Thomas, and Gu Feng each found themselves matched against a titled-tier opponent.

Once Xiao Gui managed to untangle himself and later fabricated some baseless evidence to frame him for treason, his family of more than a dozen members would likely truly lose their heads.

When Chen Xiaofeng returned home, Guan Jiaohui had also just gotten up not long ago. She had just finished washing and was currently blow-drying her hair.

Chen Yang quickly became acquainted with those Western experts, and communicating with them in English posed no problem at all.

There was a twenty-minute break after each match. Hong Feng and the others were all adjusting to their optimal states, intending to defeat their opponents in the shortest possible time to ensure that their team members remained as uninjured as possible.

It was clear that these supply crates had become an obsession for those Japanese soldiers, who waited with eager anticipation to get their hands on what they desired.

If he had truly mastered this divine ability completely, it would have been utterly impossible to allow Qin Yun to hold out until now; he would have been instantly killed. Such was the terrifying nature of spatial divine abilities.

The old minister did not speak—to be precise, he did not dare to speak. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his aged face was utterly devoid of color.

However, to everyone's surprise, a streak of sword light suddenly flashed across the vast sky, instantly slashing toward Dong Cheng.

With no-dragon making his move, the remaining two old men immediately channeled twelve percent of their internal energy to follow closely behind. The three grandmasters unleashed their true qi without reservation, turning the entire world into an apocalyptic scene.

The sound of metal clashing. More importantly, they could now see the scene below the defense line. Although it was quite blurry under the cover of dense fog, they were finally able to make out a few things at least.

"Later, after that arm destroyed the super sect, it suddenly vanished. However, some people found two items where the arm disappeared: a ring and a stone. And both of these items bore two characters: 'Underworld King'." Hong Yan replied.

He was also feeling gloomy. Though unwilling to admit it, facts were facts, and his determination to eliminate Lin Feng grew even stronger. This monstrous anomaly had to die; if he escaped, the Demonic Sect would never know peace.

Undoubtedly, the leader of the hunters possessed astonishing strength, surpassing every non-sorcerer powerhouse Lance had ever encountered. His speed was almost on par with Lance's, likely due to modification by the Anzula fruit.

Lance was stunned—wait, they only had fifty minutes? Why was his one hundred and twenty minutes?

"After beating around the bush, the rotten mess was dumped on me after all!" Tai Shi Kun looked up into the distance, and amidst the hazy night, he could vaguely make out a bright light high in the sky. He couldn't help muttering to himself that he had finally arrived at his destination.

Suddenly, his gaze flickered. His ears caught some subtle movements, and around the corner, quite a few people seemed to be approaching.

This booklet was not thick, and its contents were sparse, but if it leaked into the pugilistic world, it would instantly trigger a storm of blood and gore. This was solely because the author of the booklet was far too famous: Zhang Sanfeng, the founding patriarch of Wudang, and the peerless grandmaster who was the only one in China's thousands of years of history who could compare with Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin Zen.

"Is the Primeval Sin City devoid of talent? They actually sent two Initial Soul Condensation cultivators to scout a mine?" The bronze figure could not help thinking to himself. In his view, a Hanyang iron mine, even a microscopic one, warranted sending a hundred greater ghosts to investigate. What did it mean to send two Initial Soul Condensation greater ghosts?

That liquid, which was practically pure S-virus, would turn an ordinary person into a zombie upon the slightest contact. Yet Shiki Naoki had actually drunk it, and swallowed so much in one breath at that. Even if Shiki Naoki possessed some kind of ability to resist the S-virus, consuming that much still had to be extremely dangerous, right?

Upon arriving here, the computer expert among the mercenaries began cracking the door lock of the control room. Cao Zuonuo watched coldly, his mind already contemplating how to farm favorable impression points with the mercenaries next.

In the end, all I did was take a pointless stroll, with no meaning whatsoever.

At the press conference before the final, when a reporter asked about this currently hot-topic issue, Netherlands head coach Bert van Marwijk smiled dismissively, "It seems that if Guus Hiddink weren't their coach, they would have packed their bags and gone home long ago, right?"