Chapter Thirty: The Herbal Medicine Shop Is Gone

Granny Third abruptly threw out a knife gleaming with cold light from who knows where. "Boy, be proactive and cut off your little thing yourself. Staying alive is what matters!"
I felt like I was about to lose my mind. If I cut it off, what’s the point of living?
"Are you kidding me? That fat fool insulted your aunt—what does that have to do with me?"
Granny Third replied, "Well..."
Xiao Yan rolled over, yawned, and soon drifted into deep sleep. With Shui Lingxin’s plan in place, the anxiety that had been weighing on his heart was finally eased.
Ba Tian had no idea what Red Brow had said to Shui Yun’er, nor did he even notice Red Brow’s departure. It wasn’t until Red Brow reached the great hall’s doors that Ba Tian couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. For some reason, Ba Tian vaguely sensed that Red Brow’s figure seemed even more hunched than before.
By the end, the voice of the Misty Ancestor was tinged with an unmistakable tremor. Back when he devoured the Chiyang, his greatest adversaries had been the endless sea of fire and this terrifying fire dragon.
At these words, perhaps it was hearing the word “ghost,” Chao Ya’s head throbbed with pain, and he began to mutter over and over the warning that mysterious man had given him that day.
Before long, Nie Xingfeng and the others boarded the vehicle. Once inside, someone finally revealed their destination for this journey.
She breathed out softly, having more or less grasped the situation. “The ‘People of the Grain’ program is about to resume, and as the original author I haven’t even made an appearance. Or should I wait for you to act out some pitiful charade for me?” It had only been a month, but Lu Mansheng’s tone was anything but polite.
So Qin Chuan leaned in, gently bit Oriana’s ear, and let his hand wander to even more intimate places.
Luo Yu gazed at the blazing sky, her crescent-moon eyes filled with worry. This fire was altogether too strange, and those arsonists were equally bizarre.
Suddenly, as Xiao Yan pressed his palm down, he let out a startled sound. He realized there was still a figure standing amidst the collapsing space, wreathed in azure flames. With a single glance, Xiao Yan recognized the origin of that fire.
“Heh heh.” Guga’s flattery pleased Luo Hou immensely, for Luo Hou had been thinking the very same and was indeed preparing to do just that.
“Enough, enough. I said I’d stay here, and here is where I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere!” Murong Guangming said with a smile.
Remaining unchanged and pure is best. Otherwise, as long as you’re talented, your children will inevitably make mistakes and never be perfect.
It was obvious: vivid, lifelike images of divine dragons now circled around Qin Yue’s arm.
Yang Le could clearly sense the shift in Fang Zhenxi’s aura; it was apparent that Zhang Cuiping’s words had been deeply insulting.
As the only son of Li Bolang and Wang Qi, Li Dafu was just about twenty-five years old this year.
Qin Yue immediately caught on, nodded to the Celestial Emperor, then stretched his bloodstained hand toward the pagoda.
Yunxia walked over to support the wounded man. Everyone else came to offer comfort, but at this point, Zhang Xuanchu couldn’t even register their words, sitting there in a daze as if his soul had left him.
Yang Le pondered for a moment. To be honest, with the thin spiritual energy in the mortal world, advancing his cultivation further would require an ever-increasing supply of elixirs. Given Lin Tianxin’s tempting offer, he was disinclined to refuse.
Dr. Rambo represented the optimists. They believed humanity had already passed the Great Filter, and that the future would be smooth sailing, requiring only the continual advancement of technology.
Nestled in Chen Bangrui’s arms, Li Hehua heard his words and a satisfied smile crept onto her lips. This was only the beginning.