Day Twenty-Three Since Reincarnating as Rimuru

Takamagahara reached out, applied a slight force, and pulled his own head clean off.

Desperate for grandchildren, his parents ignored his protests and forced him onto a matchmaking tour.

Although Langya was not haunted, the hills near Dead Man’s Bay had been thoroughly permeated by malevolent energy from years of accumulating corpses.

"Thinking about it, it’s impossible. How could anyone in this world have blue blood?" He hesitated, speaking with little confidence.

Just as Liu Rushuang was thinking this, Zhang Chao suddenly jumped off the carriage ahead, quickly moved to the back, and climbed onto the rear.

Seeing the true blood now merging with the fragmented soul, he could no longer suppress the joy surging in his heart like a bursting levee.

Time ticked by, and the two siblings remained motionless, stuck to the tree like two pieces of fruit... they hadn't expected to be stranded there for three days.

It was only natural for the former heir, who had fled, to have some savings. Hua Taotao didn't know why he had relied on hunting for so long, nor did she ask why he had only now mentioned these possessions.

I expected Fang Que to show disdain, but he merely glanced at me and started the engine, driving the car out of the frigid underground parking garage.

Without this secret trump card, how could the Constantines hope to stand against such vicious, monstrous horrors?

Xia Fei tried to drive Lin Zheng from her mind, but tears welled up and spilled from her eyes. This time, it wasn't an act.

Namikaze Minato and Sarutobi Hiruzen walked toward the Konoha Inn, moving unhurriedly as if on a casual post-dinner stroll.

"Senior Minato, my cultivation has reached a critical bottleneck that will determine if I can advance my strength, so I’m afraid I cannot carry out these missions." Kato Ai spoke with "sincerity" to Namikaze Minato, feeling no hesitation in refusing the three tasks.

"An Qinggu?" Xiao Ye was momentarily stunned, then invited An Qinggu into his spirit cave, where they sat across from each other at a stone table.

He turned and left the parking lot. This was beyond my expectations; I had braced myself for a fierce battle, but it ended with just a brief exchange. Still, it was for the best, and I felt a sense of relief—had we truly fought, I likely would have been no match for him.

But this time was different. Namikaze Minato had sufficient chakra and no Naruto to protect, so before the Nine-Tails’ claw could strike, he used the Flying Raijin Jutsu to whisk Kushina to safety.

Kong Xuan stood sword in hand, his jade ruler glowing. Above his head, a five-colored auspicious cloud rose, and his body was wreathed in the aura of the five elements. His Nine-Turn Golden Body radiated divine light, while Zhunti’s face turned sallow, the withered nature of his Seven-Treasured Wonderful Tree becoming apparent.

Since Chang Wudao had already left an impression in my mind, I didn't need to worry about the details. As long as I wanted to draw, the image would appear in my mind. With my previous experience drawing Yang Talismans, it was only natural that I could draw the Seal Talisman so smoothly.

Meanwhile, King Hu’s hands left Wang Yuyang’s back, traced a floral pattern in the air, and then pressed against his back once more.

Hearing her say this, I was deeply embarrassed. I should have been comforting her, but I didn't know how to begin.

"I understand! Don't worry, I will protect my friends!" Qingshan raised his head and spoke with his chest puffed out.

"Really? I thought you and your second sister had started fighting not long after she married into the Wu family," Su Ying said with a smile, offering an apology.

Shen Feiyu smiled, but the expression was tinged with helplessness and bitterness.

Whether Xing Taigang’s cultivation could summon the Snake Hell was unknown, but secret methods to commune with the Hell Realm were not uncommon. Since he possessed divine arts like the Golden Arhat Mantra and the Eight Legions’ Dragon-Subduing Transformation, it was no surprise he had a method to reach the underworld as well.

The familiar words and tone seemed to overlap with the shadow of Lu Binghuai’s teachings in her memory. She slowly raised her eyes to scan the crude, dilapidated adobe house; even the incense burning in the inner room crackled and sparked.

She was certain that Su Zhe was merely guessing and lacked actual evidence. It seemed Emperor Chu Yuan either didn't have the proof or hadn't yet passed it to his confidants.

Elsewhere, Shen Xiaobai was handling company affairs when his assistant hurried into the office with a stack of photos.

He sat by Chu Jinghan’s bed, taking her hand, his visible eye filled with heartache.

She truly did not want to die like this. Just as things were beginning to look up, fate had arranged this twist for her.

Not to mention his true purpose for going to Jiangnan, even if it were truly for a birthday gift, as a dignified first-rank marquis, did he really need others to introduce him to the Hu family?

Suddenly, a Taoist priest with a crown entered, shaking his head. He was dressed differently from Master Buzhou, wearing black robes and carrying a horsetail whisk, his almond-shaped eyes filled with smiles.

The wind grew fiercer, tearing through the sky and earth. Leaves scattered from the branches, and ripples appeared on the creek surface. The ripples widened, trees were uprooted, and the wind carried thunder and lightning as the sky turned pitch black.

Wuma Chengshao observed the clan leaders' expressions. His gaze met that of Sang Fusheng, who possessed eyes that could peer into all things. Chengshao seemed stung by Fusheng’s look and turned his head away.

For anyone, a divorce was a major event. Even if Qin Qianniang didn't show it on her face, her inner sorrow could not be hidden from someone as experienced as Li Jingyi. She advised Lady Lan to let go and let Qin Qianniang move away from prying eyes for a couple of years of peace, suggesting they return to the manor only after the matter had faded.

Lin Pingzhi knew Muchen was trying to comfort him, but he took the paper nonetheless and wrote a line of text. Glancing at Muchen, he saw that Muchen was also writing something on a sheet of paper.

Everyone drew a lot; Luo Fengqing drew number seven, while Yu Renyan drew number two. Fortunately, the two did not face each other, or there would have been trouble.

Hearing Ye Luo’s words, his impression of him plummeted. He felt that Ye Luo was disparaging Lu Zhenghong.

"Kill! As long as we can kill Lu Chen, I won't take a single one of his treasures!" After calming down, Ye Fubo realized the gravity of the situation, and a deep, intense fear surged in his heart.

"You’re teaching me cultivation techniques now?" the cat demon said. It didn't matter if the moves were new or old, as long as they worked. Meng Fan certainly wouldn't teach her, so she had no choice but to pester him.

Walking along like this, they finally reached a deserted intersection. Zheng Xiulan could no longer hold it in; she covered her mouth and crouched on the ground, sobbing.