Volume One, Chapter 41: Even the Wicked Mother-in-law Must Keep Up with the Times

At this moment, she felt somewhat ill at ease; this posture was even more intimate than when she had just been carried on his back. For reasons unknown, perhaps it was because Hu Cheng always exuded an aura that made her feel safe.

Da Dezi and I were instantly stunned upon hearing this. Could it really be him? Are you Hou Zhiduan? I asked.

Inside the base... the monkey clone had taken his memories! To our astonishment, this fellow turned out to be a pervert and a sadist.

“One hundred thousand superior spirit stones, I offer one hundred thousand!” Liu Potian, the head of the Liu family from the East Sea, shouted loudly. The effects of the Youth Preserving Pill aside, the other two pills would be enough to further the strength of his two sons, ensuring that even after his hundred-year lifespan, the Liu family would not be bullied.

“Sister-in-law, if you’re heading to the Black Hole, take me with you. Dazhu came back just fine, so I should be all right too. After all, I’m at the Opening Light stage now, a master in my own right. Heh, Dazhu, want to spar for a bit?” Jia Yuan said with a smile.

Yet, Hu Cheng could feel her arms tightening around his neck, as if she would never let go.

“Right now!” The leader bellowed, swinging his long spear, its tip skewering a severed head—likely that of a Han soldier.

Zheng Shan nodded, thinking to himself, “There’s no way to avoid it now.” But in the next instant, his vision blurred—Ye Feng’s figure vanished, only to reappear after slipping through the wall-like gust of a giant palm, landing directly before Liu Xi.

“Brother Chu, the food is ready. Shall we eat first, or wait until you’re done interrogating these two?” Aya called out from the kitchen.

The robots formed ranks, several echelons rotating their attacks forward, leaving no blind spots. I’d like to see how long you can keep dodging.

It was obvious—he’d lost control of the throttle while reversing, hit the gas too hard, and crashed straight into the car.

“I want a bath!” After all this commotion, his body was sticky and uncomfortable; Young Master Lin voiced his dissatisfaction.

A cruel smile twisted Nangong Tian’s features, his body wreathed in purple lightning. Pushing forward with his mighty seal, the power of the Supreme Sacred Body exploded in full, as if he were a primordial god or demon, incinerating all in his path.

“How could you not be the sect master? Your words are far more reasonable than those of the world’s petty scholars.” Qianye smiled.

Yun Feiyue slowly chewed her food, her gaze never leaving Han Weier. Though her expression was calm as still water, her starry eyes sparkled with light—there was affection, reluctance, and something else, hard to define.

Though the plan was mainly to bring in technology, the choice of partner was not to be taken lightly.

A scene from the film negatives flashed through Lu Cheng’s mind; without a moment’s hesitation, he shielded Shen Ran behind him.

“That’s not it. Although Gu Ling’er keeps dodging, it’s not because she’s afraid to defend against Du Feng’s attacks. On the contrary, Du Feng’s strikes have slowed, though their power hasn’t diminished in the slightest. It seems Gu Ling’er simply can’t bear to fight back,” Qianye said.

Chunmian began with her ultimate move, first transmuting objects bare-handed, then describing the traits of the Prairie King, revealing a hidden secret, and finally, disclosing his identity.

She was indeed beautiful—a beauty that came from deep within, pure and unadorned, needing no embellishment.

Last life, Bloodthirst was bought by Old Liu for 3.6 million. She bid straight to ten million this time; surely no one else would compete for it now.

The next morning, Prince Liang had still not returned. Consort Hui grew anxious; by his usual habit, even if he spent the night out, he would always return by morning to change clothes.

Murong Jiu was Mumu Yuanyuan’s godmother and had always been close with Mumu Hua. She knew that months ago, Mumu Hua and Mumu Ajin had discussed raising pigs together.

He said that writing this story was not to blame anyone, nor to condemn life itself, but to atone—for his own redemption.

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes, standing aside. The saber-toothed tiger possessed beast-like senses, an ability that gave it a fighting edge. Yet, this same sensitivity could magnify stimuli that ordinary people could barely perceive.

The mist was more dangerous than she’d thought. She’d been careless, assuming that harmless mist would do no harm simply because it was non-toxic.

Bai Yanxi couldn’t tell if this change was good or bad, so she wanted to have Night Wolf transferred to Bai Jin's side, to protect her.

Yet she betrayed not the slightest hint of nervousness, fearing it might affect the mood of those around her.

Meeting again, she seemed utterly transformed—cheerful, lively, radiant, yet still as stubborn as ever. He sneered in disdain, “Idiot.”

When it came to this man, she could never remain completely calm. Even if she pretended not to care.

When the messenger was brought in, he was still bound with rope, a rag gagging his mouth. His face was already tinged blue—Han Yan wondered if the poor man was suffocating or simply chilled by the wind.

It’s easy to imagine: Chu Yincheng, practicing the Blood Demon Canon, had already slaughtered hundreds or thousands of innocent souls. The Chu family, with their many blood cultivators, would kill countless more.

“If that’s so, forgive us for what we must do.” The pale-faced officer had his men and Li Er’s logistics crew dismantle the main gun’s fire control computer, then removed dozens of key electronic components. Only when they were sure that even manual control of the main batteries was impossible did they finally leave with everything.

Coincidentally, his chakra was of both water and thunder attributes, so as a transmigrator, Yu had every reason to cultivate this powerful and dazzling jutsu.

For a geomancer, to ignore the principles of yin and yang was to be either an amateur or someone who had strayed far from the true path.

At that moment, the man was at a loss for words—never before had he encountered such a terrifying assassin. The techniques employed were utterly unpredictable, with no discernible pattern and no way to counter them.