Volume One, Chapter 131: Your Money or Your Life

Shen Chaowu did not have much physical strength, but the whip was formidable.

With a sharp crack, Shen Xingchen was instantly laid open, his skin torn and flesh exposed. Crimson blood gushed out uncontrollably, a sight both gruesome and terrifying.

Shen Chaowu was stunned. She had not expected that a single strike would be so devastating.

She asked the question genuinely weighing on her mind: "Are you really this weak?"

Shen Xingchen: "..."

Pfft! Tan Mengxue burst into laughter. What should have been a serious moment had been completely deflated by his remark.

While shopping at the supermarket, I pushed Xibao, and my fourth sister-in-law followed behind with the cart. Ayun trailed us, stepping in to help push whenever the aisles grew crowded, but I felt uncomfortable with his presence and told him to wait in the car.

Fan Shengmei’s phone rang; seeing it was Qiu Yingying, she declined the call and sent a text instead: "At work." Qiu Yingying did not bother her again.

The missing person was none other than Princess Qinghe! She had been gone since yesterday, and after a full day and night of fruitless searching, her family had finally turned to the Grand Court of Justice. Since the missing person was a princess, the Grand Court naturally had to handle the case with the utmost diligence.

Hearing this, he felt a deep sense of contempt for Brother Long. He thought to himself, "I told you, bringing a husky to a competition is just looking for trouble. Aren't you just going to make me watch it for you later?"

Sesame took Tie Rou and Tuoye out to buy daily necessities. Why did it have to be Sesame? Heh, as if it were a mystery which member of the Tie family had the most money.

Then, one day, fame and fortune suddenly became paramount, acting like a bomb ready to detonate at any moment within a simple, humble household.

Pei Qingyu’s thin lips were pressed into a tight line, his gaze deepening as he watched Mu Yingchen. His brows furrowed, and a surge of indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart.

Fu Xinghe appeared entirely fearless; he had come fueled by anger from the start.

"The Alchemy Sect has gathered the best alchemists and the rarest medicinal herbs in the Xuan Domain Continent. I wonder, Sect Master Meng, does your Alchemy Sect possess these few herbs I mentioned?" Yue Qianhuang asked.

The aura of death about him grew heavier. She could conclude that this man was truly heartless and ruthless—a fitting master for the Gate of Hell.

Although a long whip is a ranged weapon, it requires a moderate distance between the two combatants to be effective.

Tonight’s battle saw the Zhang family lose three inner-sect elders in succession, while the Yin-Yang Mirror of Heaven and Earth and the Sun-Hunting Blade were both destroyed. It was clear that the Zhang family had suffered a grievous blow; even with a patriarch as brilliant as theirs, it would be difficult to salvage such a thorny mess.

Sister Qing moved with graceful, lotus-like steps, slowly approaching Xie Yu. When she reached his back, Xie Yu turned his head slowly, looking at her with a complex expression.

A martial artist at this level could destroy a mountain a thousand feet tall with a single strike, whereas a practitioner in the Spirit Sea Realm could only level hills a few hundred meters high; they were simply not on the same level. Perhaps only the legendary masters could subdue the Ghost Prince.

The disciples of the Alchemy Hall, who had originally been quite dissatisfied with Baili Hongzhuang’s arrival, now breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't wander around late at night. It looks peaceful here, but danger hides beneath that calm. If we need game, I will be the one to hunt it," Guigui said, standing up to warn the two of them with concern.

The man-eating spirit beasts, having just witnessed that scene, retreated further into the deep swamp at the sound of the sudden noise, leaving only their earthy-yellow eyes visible as they surveyed the ground above.

"Father, why are you talking to this bastard?" Tang Yanran rolled her eyes at Ye Yang before speaking to Tang Zhenbei.

A cold current poured in from the top of the tower. As it entered the structure, the ice tower emitted a sound like a beast grinding its teeth.