Chapter 38: The Itching Powder Takes Effect, the Petty Thief Appears

"I cannot go on living! You city folk, is this how you bully us country people?!"

In the corridor, Liu Cuie’s wailing continued unabated. She rolled back and forth on the floor, her thick legs kicking like a spinning wheel, successfully blocking the narrow passageway completely. The order of the entire carriage had been paralyzed by her alone. Those wanting to go to the restroom could not pass, and those trying to reach the water dispenser were equally obstructed.

Qi Tian’ao and Zuo Dao had tried to embezzle the family estate, and the Fifth Prince had plotted to siphon off so much wealth that, having barely escaped with his life, he was now treated in such a manner. Jiang Chen felt a profound sense of melancholy; in this moment, he understood much, and because of this, his gaze turned toward the distant ruins with a heavy heart.

Yao Yao did not press me when I didn't go up; she simply scooted to the inner side of the bed and leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

The Eighth-Rank Immortal King in the sky was, of course, Immortal King Lingmiao. Her face was contorted with fury, as if she wished to incinerate the heavens and boil the earth.

Zhang Jin waved at the foreign extra, but since his English was mediocre, Chen Shaohua had to step in as a translator.

Jiang Yun, in particular, possessed a combat power nearing five, making her True Elixir Stage level five equivalent to that of an ordinary cultivator at the early stage of the Profound Elixir Stage. Although the two green-robed saints from the Heavenly Blade Mantis Holy Land were at a significantly higher level—the sixth stage of the True Elixir Realm—their combat power was only near four, and thus, in the midst of the great battle, they were already losing ground.

Tens of thousands of troops came to a synchronized halt, their movements uniform, a thunderous momentum hidden within the silence.

He knew that he had owed Liang Wanru much over the years, which was why he left this medicinal pill for her to preserve her life.

Hearing Qin Feng’s words, Zhu Daozhong was momentarily stunned. This fellow was truly blunt; he could have at least been humble. With such a sharp turn in the conversation, even he did not know how to respond.

Qian Yueming subconsciously looked into the other person’s pupils. They were pitch black, and seeing this, he heaved a heavy sigh of relief—thankfully, they were black and not silver.

He hurriedly dialed OM’s number, inquired about her whereabouts, grabbed the car keys from the table, and rushed over.

Facing the fatal strike, Yushin Takashi, having no strength left to resist, could not help but close his eyes. Even he did not wish to witness his own body being pierced by the sharp horn.

Today was not a festive day, but the Yan residence was brimming with celebration. The mansion was draped in red, "Double Happiness" characters were pasted on the doors, and people moved to and fro in the courtyard, their laughter continuous.

Two sheets of parchment, each depicting different geographical patterns, turned out to be two distinct maps. Mo Chen looked at them with initial confusion, but then erupted into ecstasy.

Pure essence of vegetation was drawn in, swirling through Ximen Jian’s body as he breathed, the rich, vibrant life force constantly nourishing every fiber of his flesh, his internal organs, and his bones.

No one noticed her. She exited the palace without incident, found a place to change her clothes, and returned to the Yihong Pavilion.

Along this winding, rugged mountain path, he carried her on his back the whole way, every step steady and firm.

"A heart of gold? Is he really that kind and great, to have a heart of gold?" Song Ci shook her head; she was just shy, not angry.

Thinking of this, she pulled Zhu’er, and the two retreated together. Miao Ruolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; finally, her master had learned to read the room. She did not realize that offending this master would lead to disaster.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, flakes melting into their hair. It felt as if they were the only two left in the world; she could only cling to him helplessly, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Tu Ming offered a sheepish greeting, then slipped away as fast as he could. This was a place that would devour you bones and all, and he dared not step foot inside.

"Sigh... I didn't expect that even though I moved the date up by so many days, Orochimaru’s plan would still come to fruition," the Third Hokage sighed. He had scheduled the third exam much earlier than usual to avoid complications, but it seemed it was still not enough.