Chapter 66: Outwitting Huang Hu

The immense external pressure rendered him utterly speechless, and both his own eyes and those of his mount were bloodshot.
“Lily is a strong-willed child, always striving to be the best and prone to getting stuck in her own head. I’ll see what I can do about her marriage.”
The online community grumbled incessantly, yet driven by curiosity, they had no choice but to keep working toward fifty million likes.
He wandered in his dream for a long time, catching falling leaves in his open palm, gazing for ages at the distance, and holding his dog close for what felt like forever.
In the dilapidated house not far away, a pair of envious, hateful eyes stared fixedly at the smoking chimney.
An indescribable liquid slid down the chopsticks; once it was all drained, Chu Yao casually tossed the Australian lobster into the water basin.
As observers of Pan An, and as auxiliary personnel tasked with intervening when necessary to counter the devastating force of several demon emperors, each of them was a seasoned veteran.
Pan An received widespread praise and absolute recognition, ensuring that his parents would no longer harbor any doubts.
Seeing that she was unharmed, Wen Buyu’s ashen face finally regained some color, though his expression remained deeply dazed.
Mu Qianshan laughed heartily and patted Wang Dashan’s shoulder, trying to ease the man’s embarrassment.
Elsewhere, Gu Ling had heard nothing from Shen Zhiyou for days, growing anxious and troubled, yet unsure how to find an excuse to visit her.
The third eldest of the Xie family, a member of the “Five Spectators” group, was startled by what he saw, glancing at his eldest brother in confusion—after all, as the so-called “Three Ghosts of Xiangxi,” the worm master was supposed to be their profession.
Before the stone house, Gu Lin stared in shock at the giant hand of ice looming in the sky, her pretty face filled with awe.
Living day after day on the haunted, windswept sea, sometimes seeing bones appear at the base, the men all felt uneasy. Though Zhang Peng would never tell them where the bones came from, a sinister atmosphere pervaded their hearts.

Yet despite everything, she had to endure it, forcing a polite smile while her hand clenched the phone beneath the table, veins bulging.
With a single swing, he shattered the Storm Battle Axe, and with the forceful breath that followed, he inhaled a good amount of the white powder into his body.
Watching the familiar yet alien figure who always left her breathless, and her sister Shenwu, disappear into the horizon, her heart suddenly felt empty. Aimless, not knowing where to go, she stood dazed and speechless for a long while.
Listening to these conversations, Xiao Xi glanced at Pei Ze’s calm face, a strange expression flickering across her own.
He dared not relax for an instant, for his opponents were the very Dragon-Fish clan that had once dealt a crushing blow to the Daoist sects. Deep down, Master Tianchen was filled with terror at the thought of them.
Perhaps what awaited her next was to be ruthlessly ravaged, trampled, and humiliated by a stranger.
“Attack!” With a shout from You Jingyan, everyone rushed at the encircling soldiers in unison.
As Huo Yan walked, he carefully observed the terrain. This village where his cousin Dan Dong lived was called Dongshan Village, nestled in the mountains, with a road on both the east and west sides leading out. Huo Yan and his companions had come by this very road.
Although Bai Sen’s use of shadow power was clumsy, he could at least cloak himself with it. Slipping into the darkness, he walked openly within the shadows toward the center of the battle.
Everyone kept their heads down; many found themselves reminiscing about the days when Wang Lun was around—life was so much easier back then.
The prodigy, newly awakened from slumber, had memories anchored in the past and thus made no effort to hide their scorn for mortals, rampaging with an astonishing vigor.
How many ordinary people remained in the Han Empire? In Xihe Commandery, suddenly nine out of ten homes were empty, a city of the dead.
As the words left his mouth, a violent wind swept in from ahead; Bai Sen quickly rolled aside, dodging the attack. He turned to see a vertical wave of energy that cut through the spot he’d just occupied, flying on for three seconds before slowly dissipating.
The three of them then sped away at full tilt, darting in and out of sight, taking the most obscure paths, and managed to avoid running into any Godslayer Guards.

After this trend took hold, when other students noticed expensive accessories on you, they saw it as a sign of diligence, not a cause for shame.
Of course, the main purpose of their martial contests was to exchange skills, using them to evaluate their own learning, correct weaknesses, and make progress.
The stream of water washed over her from all directions for about three minutes, then vanished, replaced by a warm breeze—a different kind of comfort.
“Carry them to a clean room and wait for the merchants to arrive so we can buy medicine to treat them!” Taking a deep breath, the officer spoke each word through gritted teeth.
The underwater swordsmanship test was one of the hardest; few passed it. It tested not only the trainees’ eyesight and skill but also the strength of their sword arm—if the blade was strong enough, it would lock with a metal sphere, enabling them to lift it out of the water.
Over the years, the Zhou Kingdom had developed a comprehensive process for collecting taxes—how much, what kind, and when, all strictly regulated.
The old transport ship was finally assigned to Resource Administrative Star No. 182, where auditors from the Interstellar Federation would receive and trade for the raw ore on board.
Xiao Juqian nearly fainted upon hearing that his place of exile was the borderlands of Yunnan—for everyone knew it was full of fierce ethnic minorities who did not respect authority, and worse, it bordered Burma, which frequently caused trouble. To serve as an official there was to risk never coming back alive.
The matter came unexpectedly. Wei Yishen had heard the emperor mention educational reform and thought it would come in two years, but it was implemented immediately. The emperor’s impatience sparked a thought in Wei Yishen’s mind—he was indeed getting old, and since his grandson Wei Youcheng was on the list, he went along with it.
Zet looked toward the arena. The first thing he saw was the white-robed ghost at the edge, then he noticed his twin brother on the field.
When the man finally nodded, not only Lu Zhen but even Lin Lie broke into a smile of relief. Although the man was only the proprietor of Spring Gathering Pavilion and not the true mastermind, he was sure to know many secrets—enough to unearth plenty of hidden truths.