Volume One, Chapter 56: Gathering Herbs on the Mountain—An Unexpected Discovery of a Century-Old Wild Ginseng!

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Although it couldn't compare to the luxurious private academies in the towns, it was still sufficient for the village children to learn to read. Lin Qishuang, annoyed by his disturbances, stopped her training, tidied her clothes slightly, then picked up her long sword and headed downstairs. Now, having heard that they not only signed the agreement but also received half of the deposit, she was pleased and began scheming about the advance payment. The peasant tried to pull his hand back, but Zhang Ruirong held on tightly, refusing to let go no matter how hard the man struggled. Seeing the farmer’s unwilling expression, Zhang Ruirong gradually increased his grip. Inside the room, the space was even larger than Lu Man had imagined. A giant screen came into view, divided into countless sections, each displaying surveillance footage of different prison cells. He pointed to a half-eaten custard lotus pastry on the table; the filling had oozed out halfway, spilling onto the pristine white plate, looking quite appetizing. “I didn’t have a falling out with Ren Taro; it’s just that at my school, all my classmates knew I was the cursed child. They blamed me, and those who used to be good friends turned against me. That’s why I ran away,” Lan Yuan Yanzhu explained. Therefore, Lin Li and the others could sense Yun Qianfan, but Yun Qianfan had no way to detect Lin Li. Kenler frowned, hesitating. After calming down, he felt that he had been unusually fortunate today. Qi Nian’s footsteps suddenly stopped ahead, and he turned around. Behind him, the thirteenth was following closely, unable to brake in time and nearly collided into Qi Nian’s arms. It turned out that someone was attacking Jin Ao! Once everyone understood the situation, they were all stunned beyond words... who would even think to mess with that old turtle? Didn’t they know how tough its shell was? Hearing that slightly strange voice, yet recognizing it as human speech, Chen Jin was a bit bewildered. With the blessing of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the Celestial Emperor Haotian unleashed thunderous power multiplied many times, almost capable of destroying all things; yet compared to the Taiji Diagram, it still fell short by a considerable margin.

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Ma Long and the others heard everything clearly, but they did not approach. Instead, they slowly crept to the entrance of the ruins, crouching low to slip inside. Hearing a voice behind him, Yun Hao chewed on the beef in his mouth and turned to stand up. Poor Chu Yuntian had originally hoped to use this incident to suppress the Su and Li families, but instead, because Chu Bingbing was humiliated and Su Chen rose in power, his prestige was utterly destroyed. Burning a century of lifespan all at once, Emperor Jun’s strength surged dramatically, as if he possessed infinite power—his vitality flourishing, his aura overwhelming. Every move emitted astonishing combat power. In the neighboring room, the man enjoying a massage slowly opened his eyes and glanced sideways. He inhaled deeply toward the room where Yu Chao was, licking his lips lightly before speaking softly. “You finally came. We can’t hold back these people anymore!” Seeing Yun Hao arrive, Xuanwu hurried over, looking quite troubled. Moreover, before reaching the Soul Gathering Realm, cultivators must lay a solid foundation, consuming vast amounts of rare materials and countless spiritual medicines. Thus, over a hundred people leaned against the walls in the stone chamber or corridor, enduring the night. The youth spread his arms wide, embracing the world, but then suddenly clenched his fists as if to strangle the world itself. “It’s possible. All my memories about the previous master are gone, so I can’t be sure,” Old Xu said. When placing it down, Chu Yunduan uttered a soft “eh,” feeling a strange sensation on his shoulder, something soft and peculiar. No one knew what made that door glow; it seemed unrelated to potential or strength. When a genius stands alongside a beggar, no one can predict who will be admitted. After arranging these matters, Wanhua led people back to Linkou Village and brought He Jiahui along—this might also be a treasure, and Wanhua couldn’t let it slip away.

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“You!” The thug immediately flew into a rage, pointing at Ji Rumeng’s face and nearly striking her. Wu Dalang had just arrived at the clinic, lacking influence and connections, and had already offended Director Lin—this would cause serious trouble in the future. Old Eight’s current cowardly yet endearing demeanor was not without reason: at least when it came to the king’s kind of shameless resilience and excellent moral qualities, he had thoroughly embodied them. In fact, to some extent, He Zheng could be considered a person awakened by destiny. Possessing an attribute ability, his physical talents were unmatched by anyone, and he had also regained memories of his past life. Suddenly, the dim immortal pill brightened somewhat, then the three fully closed petals slowly bloomed under the nurturing of the ten-thousand-sword spiritual power. The servants were now scattered throughout the mansion—some tidying the rooms, some drinking tea and chatting leisurely, others already asleep. To ensure the supply lines beyond the frontier never broke, although Youzhou was governed by the Eastern Yan lord, Yanbei still dispatched Sima Yi and Wei Chun with imperial seals to patrol and oversee the subsequent grain routes. “Since you already know, why ask any more? What exactly do you want?” After saying this, Chen Yi felt a foreboding sense in his heart. Since he spoke so plainly, he must know his identity. After several days, Ye Xingchen had almost finished analyzing the Colorless Sword. The mysteries of this world’s power system were not too great compared to what he had encountered before. He decided to spare the poor Colorless King, remembering that Suohou had wanted to find him personally to seek revenge.