Chapter 63

Tides turn; only days ago, the Shen family was sinking deep into a quagmire, but the moment the imperial commissioner arrived, the situation completely reversed. The Shen family members became the victims framed by a conspiracy, while the He family members turned into the suspects.

Its neck was very long, making it adept at catching fish in the water. This was its strength, yet also its weakness, as it could easily be severed by enemies.

The sky was just beginning to grow light, showing a faint, fish-belly white in the distance. A slightly humid, warm breeze of early morning gently swept across the riverbank. Were it not for the utter desolation everywhere and the shocking, foul-smelling black water, it would have been a wonderful morning.

When the Grimoire of Arcane Mastery completely disintegrated and vanished into dots of arcane radiance, the aura belonging to Arthas on the Might of Menethil was simultaneously worn away. That burst of fury lost its foundation and had to recede, though it had already remembered the aura that had opposed it.

Fordring wanted to watch a high-caliber duel, but someone refused to let him have his wish. Just as the momentum of Faltora and Salsarian was continuously rising and a battle was on the verge of breaking out, a roar like a muffled thunder came from the sky. A green dragon, some seven hundred meters in length, flew toward this nameless mountain ridge.

Qin Shiou estimated the direction and looked around, seeing a man in a suit around thirty years old chatting with Winnie. Winnie wore a professional smile, elegant and gentle yet keeping people at a distance.

However, whether this matter was related to Tian Han, at the very least it could be certain that Tian Han knew this fellow named Liu Feng.

The dragon's roar shattered the silence of the forest and interrupted Reo's train of thought. As for why it was said to be a dragon roaring, it was because Reo had spotted the creature at the very first instant.

Qi Dong's parents looked at them with smiles, their eyes particularly filled with boundless affection as they gazed at Mei Jiangxue, as if they already regarded her as their daughter-in-law.

One must know that such a sudden occurrence involving a prisoner in the prison—especially someone with a certain status—was a serious matter. Should he die in the prison, the trouble would become even greater.

"What did you say?" Hearing Mu Tian's words, Mu Fan's expression gradually darkened. Fixing his gaze on Mu Tian, he spoke in an unfriendly tone.

All the students looked up, wanting to know which lucky person had received such great honor as to sing on the same stage with the campus beauty Gu.

Look at how Chu Kexian used to be oppressed; taking a sip of tea offered by his "original self" was like drinking immortal nectar brewed by deities.

Words flashed one after another through Chen Yi's mind, yet they felt endless. In the end, try as he might rack his brains, he could not think of any language to describe the characteristics of the River of Destiny. It was like an all-encompassing power that could transform into whatever power you desired at any given moment.

Prince Shang knew this second older brother of his quite well; there were numerous wives and concubines in his estate, and the beautiful palace maids bestowed by Consort Shu were especially numerous.

Though her governance was strict, she had no intention of managing such gossip—gossip regarding how deep the affection was between Nian Qian'an and Chu Yanqing, why should she bother?

Lin Feng's actions also shocked those six Foundation Establishment cultivators. How could this young man be so arrogant? Did he not know the might of the peak of Foundation Establishment?

Imperceptibly, Ye Bei had already become the protagonist of the auction, controlling the rhythm of the entire venue.

Qinghe beckoned her disciple over, having her guard outside, and then entered the room with Princess Ziyu.

"Good." Yinhao turned around, the watering can in his hand turning along with him, and then, amid a thunderous downpour, a mass of water fell from the sky and sprayed onto Yinmo.

However, wanting to find a demonic beast in the Mushi Jungle that possessed superb aptitude, a young age, and suitability for Magic Light in every aspect was no easy task.

As for Ming'er unmercifully tearing down her facade, Hong Ling was naturally displeased. She had originally wanted to show off her might in front of this junior sister, only to have it exposed by this fellow.

Compared to the time when Lin Weiwei received that slap from Tian Mengya, Luo Chiheng's attitude this time made her feel deeply surprised and flattered.

She hadn't expected that shortly after making the call, the brothers would arrive. Since there was no way to find anyone otherwise, they needed to come to her for a clear explanation.

While Hong Siyao was racking her brains trying to figure out various ways to harm Empress Xiao in order to make Qianlong grieve, foul rumors regarding Xiao Yan—who had just been enthroned as the Empress of Great Qing by Qianlong—began to circulate among the common folk in the streets of the capital.

When Qi Anluo woke up with a start from a dream, it was raining outside, pattering rhythmically against the windowsill.

His primary purpose in coming here was to figure out the true essence of the Crouching Tiger Fist. Now that his wish had been fulfilled, other matters were no longer as important.

The rain kept falling; waiting for rescue was simply impossible. Manager Mo divided the food into one-week portions, allowing only two meals a day. No one raised any objections, because no one knew when the rain would stop or when rescue would arrive.

She knew that Luo Chiheng's methods were always more ruthless than Lu Mingchuan's, only that he rarely resorted to ruthlessness lightly; his capabilities, however, were absolutely unquestionable.

The two removed their conspicuous masks. Apart from the forehead protectors they wore, they looked no different from anyone else, and relying on the tokens issued by the village, they entered the city without any trouble.

Upon seeing the returning fleets transporting spoils of war, supply-laden convoys traveled north to this encampment every day. Conversely, the carriages and camels heading south from this encampment were relatively fewer—could the supplies for the Mongol army's southward advance already be replenished locally?

However, roasting oneself like this offered a vanishingly small chance of gaining recognition, while carrying the distinct possibility of being roasted to death.

Though she possessed many treasures on her person, these items seemed utterly useless against those spirit-transformed vines. Only the spiritually vibrant Dragon-Slaying Sword was worth a try.

Fortunately, ancient times lacked cameras and video recorders; otherwise, marrying someone with such a large bruised patch on her face—thinking about it still felt rather uncomfortable.

Warriors or swordsmen of the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth ranks could be called warriors or swordsmen, collectively referred to as warriors or swordsmen. Those of the sixth, seventh, and eighth ranks were collectively called grand warriors or grand swordsmen; the ninth, tenth, and eleventh ranks were collectively called great warriors or great swordsmen, and the twelfth rank was the saint of war or sword saint.

When Old Madam Zou and her party saw that Yu Weiying was sitting there safe and sound, they all dropped their jaws in disbelief, finding it utterly impossible to accept.