Chapter 103: Courtesy!

Li Feng was indeed correct. Why had Chen Fan come to this competition? Wasn't it purely to get his aunt to do him a favor? To put it bluntly, he was still looking to exploit the Li family's resources. And Li Feng, as the eldest young master of the Li family—if he were to say no, could Chen Fan ever get what he wanted? What would winning the competition even matter?

In other words, after a hundred years, Mu Sese would die like a human, but unlike a human, she would not be reborn... She would have no afterlife.

The empty bottle bobbed and sank in the water, but Du Chong watched it, mesmerized. Only when the alcohol finally rushed to his head did he feel a sense of relief, and he opened another bottle to drink.

No sooner had the words left her lips than she suddenly spun around, snatched a long sword from the Turk, and lunged toward him. Panic seized me instantly, and without a second thought, I rushed in front of him, desperate to intercept her blade.

Feeling the oppressive power filling the surrounding space, Uchiha Madara found himself, as before, completely unable to resist this level of suppression. From beginning to end, he had been toyed with by Du Chong as if he were in the palm of his hand.

Only in his sleep did he abandon that playful, unrestrained air of indifference toward everything. His brows would furrow tightly, his face heavy with hidden troubles, as if even in his dreams he could not escape that listless exhaustion. With his lips pressed together, he looked like a lonely, stubborn child.

The door of the Lincoln sedan swung open. The driver stepped out first, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and bowed, shielding the frame with his hand. Only then did a pair of polished leather shoes step onto the ground, followed by a handsome face with features as sharp and defined as if carved by a knife.

The reappearance of the "Qian" hexagram put Zhao Yu on high alert. Although it did not necessarily herald any major event, it signaled that he was about to experience a series of extraordinary encounters.

He said that after the driver returned the ambulance, a shift handover was required, especially after transferring a critically ill patient, where the details needed to be meticulously reported.

Lady Zhao still held her head high, her expression one of steely resolve. Seeing the palm print on her face—which had instantly swollen, red and clearly visible—Consort Xi trembled slightly, her mouth still crying out, "Noble Consort Sister, sister!"

Liu Yiyao, who had never cared for gold or silver treasures, had taken a singular liking to this tribute item. She requested it from Fu Zhong and spent several days in seclusion, refusing all visitors.

Guan Qingyue sprayed a little on Mrs. Zhang’s wrists and behind her ears, then misted the air with the perfume, having Mrs. Zhang spin in place so that the scent settled evenly upon her.

Clearly, it was impossible... Maintaining a safe distance, ten legions of three thousand men each rained down a sky-filling volley of arrows upon the Savage Bull Cavalry from all directions. Time flowed slowly... and as it passed, the black tide formed by the savage bull army began to recede.

The thunderous boom of a heavy body hitting the floor echoed throughout the martial arts hall. It had happened in the blink of an eye; Lu Qiang, who had just shouted "Begin," had not even taken the whistle from his mouth before a dark shadow came crashing down before him.

The old mistress had never favored Ning Xianglan, but having now witnessed a glimpse of Guan Qingyue’s skill in incense-making, she was torn. If she used Guan Qingyue’s powder and succeeded, wouldn't Ning Xianglan climb right over her head? But if she didn't, she feared the bottleneck in her business would be impossible to overcome.

"Do it!" Xiao Yao said, looking down on Mo Yu, as he conjured an ice blade to toy with in his hand, showing not the slightest concern for his opponent.

Even though she had never lacked suitors more outstanding than Su Jingxing over the years, her heart remained tethered entirely to him.

As he spoke, Ning Zhongting sent a flying hatchet hurtling from his hand toward Huan Xisha. With a sharp metallic ring, Huan Xisha drew his sword and sheathed it in one fluid motion, slicing Ning Zhongting’s flying hatchet clean in two.