Volume 1, Chapter 56: An Ugly Scene

The person who just stepped through the door was Fu Lanzhi, the youngest daughter of the Fu family’s second branch. Having graduated from university not long ago, she frequently loved to come to the estate to sketch. Carrying an easel in her hand, she walked in lightly.
"Could this be... Sister-in-law?"
Seeing who it was, Fu Beichen quickly reached out, intending to help Gu Xingnian up.
However, Gu Xingnian violently pushed him away.
"Fu Beichen, what do you mean by this?"
Her voice was both cold and harsh.
"If you're this terrified, don't touch me!" Gu Xingnian snarled through clenched teeth, her eyes filled with absolute resistance.
Seeing this, Fu Lanzhi quickly put down her easel and walked over.
"Is sister-in-law hurt?" she asked with concern, her gaze landing on Gu Xingnian's unnatural...

The housekeeper hurriedly brought over a set of clean tableware and served a small bowl of medicinal broth.

"Madam, this is the medicinal broth prepared by the doctor for you. It will help with your body's recovery."
Gu Xingnian frowned, and Fu Beichen assumed she found it bitter.

After all, individuals possessing destiny charts were practically never ordinary people. And most of them relied precisely on these destiny charts to gain the ability to commit heinous and wicked deeds.
"Izuna, this battle depends entirely on the two of us. We must give it our absolute all." The hand with which Uchiha Madara held his blade couldn't help but tremble slightly—not out of fear, but from sheer excitement.
The last time they met, there had still been a faint trace of childishness about him. But after months of missions and training, he had clearly experienced a great deal; both his presence and outward demeanor had matured significantly.
He had waited for this long, enduring in silence and never asking, simply because he hoped that Ye Jinmo would one day take the initiative to bring the matter up to him.
Chen Wanhe couldn't help bursting into laughter. Giggling uncontrollably, she walked forward, pursed her lips gently, and looked the Second Young Master up and down in his suit, a satisfied expression finally spreading across her face.
Yet that ran counter to his original purpose. The ninja world might manage to maintain a state of relative peace, but the day of mutual understanding and tolerance would remain a distant, endless dream.
Occasionally, Qing'e would quietly walk into those ruins. Her mother was right; she hadn't encountered the master of the Heavenly Palace there. While worrying about her mother's safety, she couldn't help but feel proud of her mother's bravery.
The giant python's inner core in Yewuge's left hand was oval-shaped, reddish with a tinge of blue, and roughly about the size of a pigeon egg. No matter how one looked at it, it felt deeply ominous.
The girl with the scarf seemed to sense that my tone was a bit nervous and urgent, so she simply said okay. Actually, I still wanted her to take another look at the situation inside, but since she knew nothing about it, I suppressed my thoughts and decided it was better to meet up with her first.
Naturally, they assumed that Yueying refused to step into the combat arena because she was shocked, regretful, or terrified.

Leong shrugged while accepting the dragon spirit grass from Ornn. He understood Ornn's temper; a straightforward man like him could never come up with such a roundabout scheme. A despicable trick like this could only ever be devised by an old scoundrel like Kaler.
Pei Jun suddenly had the thought that if someone asked him to bring ten thousand silver dollars to ransom Tiedan this time around, he might not necessarily bother bringing the money. The moment this thought surfaced, it startled him. He asked himself in his heart: was a thought like this despicable?
Meanwhile, Lu Mingchen, who had been pulled along to play mahjong, looked over. Seeing Gu Xiangwan being cornered and harassed, his face instantly sank.
"If you won't talk, put on your shoes right now, get on the floor, and get out!" Pei Jun let go of her, lay back down on his own, and presented her with his back.
The crowd wandered around the exhibition hall, completely unaware of the venomous glare directed at them from not far behind.
When Shen Moyu woke up, she felt a splitting headache. She squinted at the lights overhead and then sat up.
After waiting for quite a while longer, no news of the birth came out, yet the miserable screams of the imperial concubine Consort Chun grew increasingly shrill.
Within the limits of their experience, facing the nobles of the demon race meant that only by obeying orders would one have a chance of survival. Those who disobeyed ultimately could not escape the destruction of their families.
Memory-erasing magic has always occupied an ambiguous place in magical taxonomy. Some wizards classify it under soul-based magic, while others categorize it as dark magic, viewing it as a vicious practice akin to memory-searching and soul-probing.