Volume 1, Chapter 43: Scholar Wang Xuewen Thrown Out by His Younger Brother!

Then they lowered their heads and continued sowing seeds. Food was the top priority; as for who Li Zhou and the others were, it was none of their concern, so long as Li Zhou and his companions did not cause them trouble. Peasants were simply like this—naive and uncontending with the world. As long as they had fields and land, they could live in peace.

"Why must cultivators practice in deep mountains and dense forests? If it were me, I would choose to go to Taifeng City. If one were to pledge allegiance to the dynasty, one might even be enfeoffed as a state-protecting sect," Zheng Fan said without looking back, completely taking Xuanye Zhenren and Miao Xi by surprise.

America's flying fish, Phelps, continued to maintain his awkward gold-less streak, managing only a silver medal in the men's 200-meter butterfly final. This was quite embarrassing for the flying fish, who had boasted about winning seven gold medals, especially since he had not won a single one four days into the competition.

Theocracy-governing nations demanded that their citizens and subordinates follow the religious decrees of abstinence and belief in the True God, yet they themselves seemed to lead the charge in failing to abide by these very requirements.

She also knew that in Zhong Yusheng's eyes, she was merely an ordinary passerby, entirely unremarkable. Therefore, those so-called transactions and promises were like passing clouds—insignificant and dispensable.

"It's pretty much along those lines, though this is just my speculation and I haven't found any evidence yet. Besides, there is one thing I still can't figure out: if this mummy was so important to her, she should have no reason to throw the corpse into a garbage dump," I said, baffled.

"This is chasing us two old fellows away so we won't be a nuisance. Let's go," Coach Zhong said to He Guang with a smile.

"Stop hitting yourself, I don't blame you." Lin Mo finally couldn't help but grab Zhu Tianyun's hand, where a red handprint was clearly visible on his face.

There is no harm without comparison. Chang Bao was young after all, so how could he not harbor a shred of pride? No matter how resourceful he was, a trace of it inevitably slipped through.

Kate still wore a dazed expression, as if he couldn't believe everything before his eyes and remained unable to accept it. He seemed not to have heard even when the butler came over to greet them.

A similar scene was not only unfolding in the Heavenly Star Sacred Land; other surviving sacred lands were also feeling a sense of unease.

Therefore, not long after, many people gathered around, pointing and whispering as they looked at Tang Ren's house, which had been reduced to ruins.

Ming Xiyan's palm felt as though it had been set on fire. Unconsciously, she gave way, letting her five fingers slip through each of his, interlocking with his.

As for President Fu, after grieving for a year, he buried Jiangnan's past and rekindled his romance with his first love, the white moonlight, while his son was raised to know only his stepmother and not his biological mother.

Tang Niu didn't stand on ceremony; he sat straight down, picked up chopsticks, and began to eat. While eating, he loudly explained himself right in front of industry heavyweights and reporters.

"We have already investigated these conflicts caused by demolition and found that someone is manipulating them from behind the scenes. The person pulling the strings is the Shengtian Group, which is actually Liu Peng," Han Wei said during the ongoing bureau committee meeting.

With Ning Ran cooperating alongside the swarming deities to suppress the dying, struggling demonic Qi avatar, the situation gradually stabilized. Ping Tianxia, watching the battle, knew he was steeped in heavy sins, and even if Tian Wuchang wished to save him, it would be of no avail.

"Alright, I understand," Lao Ren answered concisely. The moment he heard the word "east," he had already altered his predetermined route.

When he was snatched away by Jia Gui back then, Jia Gui had thoughtfully carried the bundle all the way to the detention center of the investigative bureau and dropped it right into Ge Dani's arms.

If Ye Le had simply said, "I am the boss of a gaming company, and I find you guys rather interesting; let me check you out, and if it works, I'll invite you to our company," that would indeed sound quite foolish.

Shen Xingnan felt rather worried recalling the scene he had just witnessed. He had followed Da Heng and Er Ha all the way, only to arrive at the exact spot where he had rescued his wife.

Xu Jiren's actions immediately confirmed everyone's suspicions. He snatched a torch and stood before the courtyard gate, his eyes fixed dead on Xiao Jing. His wild, uninhibited laughter could be heard clearly from dozens of feet away.

Hiding outside Orochimaru's underground stronghold, Black Zetsu and White Zetsu kept a single-minded watch on the place, each with one eye fixed entirely on it.

Naturally, using such a powerful illusion demanded an enormous price—a cost equivalent to the eternal blindness of the Sharingan required for "Izanami."

I whispered a few words to Kaolie, who nodded repeatedly and quietly moved forward to meet the old peasant pushing the cart.

At the command, the entire procession began to moving southward. Running at the very front were the county lord and the guards; the foot soldiers without horses followed behind in groups pushing carts, while Hundred-戶 He brought up the rear with the rest of the men.

"We'll just have to go and ask... Let's hope our investigation manages to stay off the First Division's radar," Lloyd said.

The next day, the East Suburb Prison—which had never once held a prisoner—welcomed its very first inmate.

Amidst his busy schedule, Hagoromo managed to catch Sara; otherwise, an ordinary person like her would have suffered a nasty fall and cracked her head open.

Sanbao rested on Han Hanqing's head for a moment, nodded solemnly, and forcefully swallowed back the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

The stilted building built by Su Jiu was a three-story structure. Aside from the tiled roof, it was constructed entirely of Chinese fir from top to bottom.

Recalling everything that had happened tonight felt like waking from a cold and cruel dream.