31. A Grandmaster of His Generation

Lu Zhenyu seemed to perceive Ren Tianxing’s doubts. He gripped the empty glass ashtray on the table, his fingers exerting force instantly until cracks spiderwebbed across the surface. With a casual flick against the ashtray with a cup, it shattered into pieces.

At this moment, his consciousness, wandering in the heavens, had become exceedingly fragile. Having withstood countless attacks, what had once been solid was now as thin as ice, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Furthermore, the Immortal Realm possessed a Pill King who was an Immortal of the Lofty Heavens; barring any unforeseen circumstances, this battle was surely lost.

"Who did I offend?" Liu Shixin wondered, bewildered, in the living room. After glancing at the bedroom door Jessica Jung had closed, he turned and headed back to his own room.

Jessica Jung could endure it, but that did not mean Liu Shixin could. He pulled the car over, stepped out of the driver's seat, and locked the doors.

The two immortals continued to weave their mudras. As time passed, Boss Li felt it becoming increasingly difficult to remain standing.

All of this brought Lu Zhenyu ever-increasing joy and excitement. Naturally, there was something that thrilled him even more: the child Chen Ning was carrying was nearing its birth.

Because there were so many applicants, all companions had to wait outside the building. Encouraged by Jessica Jung’s gaze, Liu Shixin entered the building to begin his interview.

Li Cheng-zhu knew that if he did not resolve the problems that had plagued him for so long today, his trip to the Valley of Absolute Yin would have been in vain. Simultaneously, a devious plan took shape.

Although Zhai Nan had considered this, he could not be certain if TVB might employ some strange or unexpected tactics. Thus, he kept a constant watch on the television, waiting for TVB’s promotional trailer.

Watching Jim’s troubled expression, Huck found himself at a loss. Being simple men, they lacked strategic depth, and the situation reached a stalemate.

Emperor Jingzong was generous; on the day of Jing Mu’s one-month celebration, he designated three cities surrounding Yanyang as part of her fiefdom, a gift for the baby princess’s first month.

A sword-cultivator of the Imperial Realm from the Doomsday Sword Sect rushed over to support the man, asking anxiously and worriedly.

Were the Empress Dowager’s words spoken unintentionally, or were they meant specifically for her? Could it be that she knew her true identity and her quest for vengeance, and therefore spoke of forgiveness?

Most of the hundreds of Heart-Cloud Sect experts appearing below Heart-Cloud Mountain were veterans of the sect. Having been there three years ago during Zhou Liang’s rise, they naturally recognized him without need for introduction.

Jiang Chen kicked the Lone Wolf away with a look of disdain, but the Lone Wolf knew it wasn't true dissatisfaction. Upon hearing that the Zombie King was willing to help him, he nearly kissed Jiang Chen.

"No, I haven't had that experience." Qin Cang, for the first time ever, did not mock Tang Guo, responding properly, though his tone remained cold, stiff, and devoid of warmth.

These words were spoken without any sarcasm or spite; they were entirely Tang Guo’s heartfelt sentiments.

The elders at his side cast glances at one another to see how the Tower Master would react. But Dugu Linglong’s face remained impassive, expressionless, leaving her to sigh only in her heart.

The situation worsened. With only a quarter of the incense remaining, Feiyan’s unorthodox fist techniques grew even more intense, riddled with openings that aimed directly at my vital points. I had opportunities to strike at her flaws with my Five Swords, but if I did, I would surely die, while she would at most be severely injured. I would never engage in such a losing trade.

"Hey, you..." Before the words left his mouth, Zhu Yanzhi saw Jiang Tuantuan running off in high spirits.

Hearing this, Murong Tianxue nodded. She did not consider Chu Yang a coward; in fact, he had risked his life for them several times already.

Although the surrounding crowd continued to gossip, they dispersed once they saw them leave.

Though the young lady was a martial artist, her skills were inferior to those of the ruffians, and being outnumbered, she was no match for them. She never imagined she would be harassed by those men in broad daylight.

"Brother, what do you mean? I'm neither sick nor poisoned!" Gu Qingya cried out in grievance.

Wen Yang was intoxicated by Yin Langge’s skilled kissing, but at the very last moment, he restrained the poised Yin Langge.

Wasn't Su Mu using their new recipe to brew wine right now? The way he had pretended to discuss cooperation with him back then was truly laughable.

So that was it. Everything was forgiven, everything was resolved. His family hadn't abandoned him; they loved him too much. Even if the way they showed that love was misguided, they were family through and through.

"You passed the riding test?" Yan Tianyou had seen the scene of Chen Peisi riding, so he was slightly surprised by Chen Peisi's selection.

In truth, the original host had run out of options and, unable to repay the debt, had truly chosen this path. It was the lawyer’s fault for making it sound so simple and tempting, as if the task could be completed with ease.

"Then, would the Prince care to tell this consort what he was doing last night?" Murong Zhi’s mind was filled with rage, and her tone was naturally sharp. Had it not been for Li Yu’s presence, she might have fought the dapper Prince standing before her.

Though it was somewhat awkward, the Eighth Route Army at this time was extremely humble, daring to learn from any opponent. Especially among the grassroots cadres, very few pretended to know what they didn't. Whether it was a defected puppet soldier or anyone else, as long as they knew how to operate the artillery, it was fine. Furthermore, this guy was, for the time being, one of their own.