Master Yang, the National Chess Grandmaster

Gu Junzhi looked at her; she hung her head, her gaze neither playful nor frivolous. Yu Chubei, after dinner, watched drama on TV as she sat on the sofa. The coffee table was littered with an assortment of nail care tools, and she was absorbed in tending to her toenails.

"The Palace Master's orders — we only obey," a disciple of the Ninefold Palace said, bowing lightly, with no intention of speaking up for Han Chi.

"He left the position of principal consort for you?" Sui Sheng ignored the beauty's tears, gazing at Mei Ziyan and asking.

Chen Moran widened her eyes, puzzled and shocked. "You want to arrest me? Not only do you doubt my intentions, now you want to catch me for credit! Yan Yunquan, are you out of your mind? What’s wrong with you, who’s bewitched you? How did you become like this?"

Yun Tu surveyed the surroundings, searching for an escape route, but the man at her side showed no intention of leaving.

Perhaps tired of his toy, he casually tossed aside the bloodied corpse riddled with wounds. His gaze shifted to a nearby child, veins bulging on his forehead in excitement — the thrill of discovering a new plaything.

As expected, Wu Shuxue’s body twisted left, a habitual move that kept the dagger from striking a vital organ. She lunged forward, a risky gamble; if her judgment failed, her whole side would be exposed, and a single dagger strike would render her powerless.

No matter how formidable the soldiers of Liangzhou were, on his turf, even dragons must coil and tigers must crouch.

Gu Yi intended to scratch the stubborn tuft of hair on her forehead, but Li Chi’s words froze her body, halting her fidgeting. She truly didn’t understand these magical barriers and feared triggering some mechanism with a careless movement.

Chen Shanren, honorably wounded in battle, was wheeled out on a mobile bed by a nurse. His face was wrapped in thick bandages; his right hand was in a cast.

As dusk fell, Mu Lixiao heard news that Huangfu Sheng was heading to Nonghua Palace. As expected, the tactics of the alluring consort had some effect, drawing Huangfu Sheng over.

Yet, she could not take Luoxia’s life now. If word spread again, it would be said she killed to silence witnesses. She needed to carefully consider how to deal with Luoxia to quell public anger without pushing herself back into the storm’s eye.

With a clang, as the Ancestral Dragon Sword was drawn from its massive sheath, the lights in the hall seemed to dim.

She thought, perhaps one day she could escape this life and live as an ordinary person. But until her death, she never managed it. Resentment in her heart brought her here.

"Your brother knew we were here and deliberately sent those privileged heirs to block us. Seems he wanted us to be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, they’re all useless. Other than getting beaten up by me, they serve no purpose," Li Jin said indifferently.

"Traitor, die!" Lucifer's voice was icy cold, chilling as the depths of the underworld.

He hadn’t spoken yet when, without warning, pain stabbed his knee, causing his leg to buckle.

"Mamma mia! Cave spiders!" Someone leapt back to escape, but it was too late; their body jolted violently as the cave spider’s twin spears pierced their back, sending their health plunging in an instant.

Qiongqi was slowly drawn above the Four Spirits Cauldron, writhing in madness, beastly eyes erupting with murderous intent — Qiongqi wanted to self-destruct in the final moment.

Lin Yi left early in the morning, unwilling to wake the person sleeping soundly. After last night’s ordeal, she needed rest.

Good spiritual herbs were rare, usually priceless, so Bai He’s goals were difficult to achieve.

At night, as Qin Mobao drew silver needles on rice paper with burnt twigs, an uninvited guest entered her room.

"Do you need something?" Lin Ran asked the person beside her. They stood apart, half a step between them.

"Then there’s nothing I can do," the manager smirked, looking down on Xiao Yuntian. He figured Xiao Yuntian couldn’t afford the suit and was merely making excuses.

Master Thirteen scratched his head in confusion and instinctively wrote the phone number under Chi Zhihan’s name.

Those men held hostages. As long as Shaohan refused to abandon his desire to keep people, the camp would likely be lost.

The commoners, after hearing Qin Mobao’s debate, realized their mistake and now felt even more ashamed.

Ye Long said nonchalantly, "If that’s not enough, I’ll just use this card." He produced the transparent credit card that had once shocked Dong Qiuming.

"Serious! Teacher says I’m the least serious!" My son stood there, confused by the identical evaluation from both me and the teacher despite our different intentions.

Afterward, Dian Wei, privy to the situation, snorted coldly and glared fiercely at Xun You, his knuckles cracking. Liu Fan discreetly patted Dian Wei.

Cao Zhen quickly echoed, "General Lu has already led the army out. Our unit stayed only because of the lord’s injuries. If we fall behind again, we’ll be delayed! Delay means thirty lashes by law — do you all want to taste the whip?" The officers were left speechless.

Empress He raised her tear-swollen eyes to look at Liu Fan. With just a glance, Liu Fan was defeated. In those clear, spring-like eyes, he saw only tenderness and a hint of reproach.

Hei Tong Boren casually draped an arm over Sima Xuan's shoulder and expertly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it for himself.

After the candidate left, Qing Lin sent someone in to take the Five-Clawed Dragon to the kitchen and put it in a large vat. Then he invited Acting Governor Chong Lun to the yamen to inquire about the dragon.

"Acacia." Qin Zheng could not resist drawing out one of the scrolls, softly reciting the signature in the lower right corner as he reached the end.

The spirits and monsters, seeing their great hero finally emerge, were reinvigorated. Under the command of Songhe Immortal Lord, they launched a methodical counterattack, swiftly erasing the advantage of the flying beasts. The Sky Eagle King and Cloud Eagle King, unwilling to concede defeat, unleashed their skills against Songhe Immortal Lord.

Zilong, bewildered, was led to the basketball court by Guo Nianfei, gazing innocently at her with wide, childlike eyes.