Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Wandering Serpent

This scene made his heart race, and his breathing grew hurried. He had called out for a long time with no response, but suddenly, there was movement. Although it was slight, he saw it clearly: Wang Liang’s body had indeed moved.

"Wang Liang?" Ye Feng took a deep breath and called out again. Still, there was no response. At that same moment, Wang Liang’s body trembled once more. This time, the movement was so pronounced that even a blind person could see he was truly stirring.

"Wang Liang?" Ye Feng’s scalp tingled as he called out again, remembering how Wang Liang was always one for pranks and jokes back at school.

"You are the boss of Xingyun, fine. Let my mother go first, and we can discuss our business slowly," Li Hao said, staring at the old man in the chair. As long as his mother was safe, Li Hao would have a way.

In the past, Li Ning had not understood the true value of herbs like the Tooth-Joint Grass or the White-Blue Grass. Back then, he was unlearned and naturally underestimated the value of all spiritual herbs. Herbs like the Tooth-Joint Grass or White-Blue Grass, if brought out into the world, would certainly spark a struggle among seventh-rank experts. It seemed Li Ning had never taken such herbs to heart.

Consequently, she ignored such matters entirely, and over time, rumors began to spread throughout the sect.

"So, how do you intend to repay me?" Yue Yue’s large, watery eyes blinked like brilliant stars in the night sky, making one unable to look away.

"We do! There is freshly brewed osmanthus nectar in the cellar; let’s go get some right now!" Fang Ling’er dragged Shangguan Wan’er toward the cellar.

"Are you all right?" The man holding her looked panicked, his usual cold demeanor completely vanished.

Ah Feng felt an indescribable scent in the Empress Dowager’s bedchamber; every time she came here, it gave her a slight headache.

Fei Yu understood that the Master wanted him to keep waiting until Luo Xi woke up. Even if the Master hadn't said it, he would have waited anyway, though the process of waiting was agonizingly long.

Seeing my hand held tightly by Lade, the corners of my mouth curled upward involuntarily. For some reason, she missed her companions terribly right now. She wondered if they were in this time and space at all. If they were by her side, even if they couldn't return to the 21st century, they could at least look after one another. Now, she truly felt a sense of loneliness.

Sliding down along the cold, ridged edges, she finally touched his sturdy, slightly burning left hand. He opened his stiff fingers, reached beneath her curled palm, and locked his fingers tightly with hers.

However... these Jiannu captives all hung their heads, looking listless, their hands and feet bound with ropes. On either side, students stood guard with swords at the ready. Looking closely now, the captives didn't seem fierce at all; rather, it was the students who looked murderous.

Zhang Jingyi was sitting in a spacious and comfortable teahouse, almost forgetting that this was a pirate's lair.

Meng Yuanyuan didn't actually know what the jade pendant represented, but she felt that anything Lady Lin managed to sneak into her palace—no matter how expensive—couldn't be a good thing. To be safe, she decided to secretly return it.

"I wish you happiness." Shen Diezi touched Lu Lu’s arm, pulled away quickly, and turned around just as fast.

"You dare not stop me? When did your master change?" Ning Hanmang’s eyes grew dangerous.

It is said that an emperor is a lonely man, yet looking around, he realized that the only people he could trust were Zhang Jingyi and the Donglin Army.

Old Madam Lu had just been helped up by a servant and hadn't even sat down when she heard her own voice suddenly emanating from the record player. Her pupils dilated, and she shoved the servant away.

Jian Yue’s hand was already on the doorknob when she was startled into stillness by the man’s voice behind her.

Perhaps because she knew she looked ugly now, Shen Xunchun rarely dared to meet Shen Gu’s eyes, feeling deeply guilty.

A man sat under a dimly lit street sign, wearing a black trench coat. His brows and eyes were indifferent, and even while seated, one could tell he was tall and slender, carrying a cold, detached aura that felt out of place in the bustling city.

The funeral site was desolate and quiet; only the dancing shadows of trees and the rustle of leaves silently whispered of the sorrow.

Madam Xiao did not answer directly, instead stepping down from the bed and walking straight toward a cabinet not far away.

Orochimaru did not immediately bury himself in the lab to conduct insane research using the test subjects provided by Danzo after obtaining the Forbidden Art: Flesh Reincarnation.

She made a phone call, asking a friend to help investigate the previous owner of the house Cui Xizhen had just bought. Perhaps she could find some clues there.

Zhao Xixi was very grateful for the guidance of the orphanage director; this piece of music was her absolute favorite.

"Correct. It seems you have been observing carefully. You discovered that everyone’s goals provide different driving forces, causing these people with 'ulterior motives' to gather together," Mobius said, seemingly remembering something.

That someone so much stronger than himself was willing to give up his advantages in the south for love made him want to find a hole to crawl into.

In any case, once she went to Southern City, Huo Hanzhui wouldn't be able to cover the sky with one hand, so she wasn't worried about him discovering anything.

She truly hoped Old Madam Huo would die on the operating table this time, so no one would be able to stop her from marrying into the Huo family.

"What is it?" I looked at Su Jingyao in confusion. She shook her head. "I just have a bad feeling, like something terrible is about to happen." Just as the words left her lips...

After a series of kicks, he failed to get up within the allotted time, losing the fight. The members of the Martial Arts Club couldn't hide their disappointment. As for the brainless fans of Zhou Minghao, they were all shouting from the sidelines for them to get lost and stop embarrassing themselves.

I looked at the monster’s stats, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Its attack power was way too high! It was comparable to the mutated rhinoceros boss from before. Hmm... I should be able to win, right?

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: Xiao Huo might seem indifferent at times and would go to bat for his brothers, but why would he choose such a sleazy class as a pugilist?

The hound beast spat out a mouthful of blood, which, combined with its bared fangs, looked exceptionally ferocious.

"Chase him! You must bring him back! It is your responsibility; you have failed. If you cannot bring him back, you know the consequences when you see me again!" Hearing Xiao Chen say this, the man in black tightened his expression and quickly replied, "Yes, I understand!" With that, the man in black slowly vanished into the room.

Hao Biao was responsible for the escort. He made an exception by dropping Li Tiantou and A-Jiu off at a road where it was easy to catch a ride. He even did the unprecedented act of personally removing their blindfolds. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he never spoke. He waved his hand, got back into the car, and sped away.

Yue Fei had one or two strategists under his command, but they had never performed such meticulous work. Since ancient times, warfare had always been commanded by people like him. Yue Fei had never imagined that the work of war could be done this way—even considering all possible countermeasures from the enemy. How much labor must that entail?