Volume 1, Chapter 35: Ye Qingcheng’s Composure Collapses

Inside the private room, Shen Ruyi was enjoying being fed by Chen Fan. Seeing Assistant Li barge in so tactlessly, she frowned in annoyance. "Didn't I say not to disturb me while I'm having a meal with my Senior Brother?"

Assistant Li hurriedly leaned in and recounted the situation. After hearing it, Shen Ruyi chuckled. "She really said that?"

"Yes, she even said you hold her in high regard and wanted to come in to offer you a toast! Miss, shall I let her in?"

"This..." Shen Ruyi's beautiful eyes darted around, and she immediately relayed the situation to Chen Fan. "Senior Brother, what do you think? Should I let her in?"

"It's up to you," Chen Fan said indifferently. "She's trying to toast you, not me..."

Hearing this, even Xu Wuyou became interested; he was eager to see what method the Wild Dog would use.

"...Since this is your choice, I will help you." The Evil Spirit King remained silent for a moment, no longer refusing his request, and then severed the mental connection.

In the blink of an eye, the goat-bearded man's companion and the ferocious beast arrived one after the other. The companion was a burly, bearded man in his forties, neither tall nor short, but incredibly sturdy, built like a door panel. His name was Huyan Zan.

"Why? Was there something important on those clothes?" Yue Junzheng didn't recall anything significant in her outfit.

For a planet at the Combined Grade to have its sovereignty recognized by the Chenhe Empire was an incredibly difficult task. However, the Starlight Grade was entirely different.

It had to be said that Chu Kuangge possessed nerves of steel; even after being beaten into a pulp, he was still daydreaming about defeating Ming Hanfeng.

"Tell me, are your eyes twitching today?" Master Ying watched for a long time, unable to figure out what the two were up to, and couldn't help but ask with irritation.

After Erpao put it that way, Ye Tian also felt it made sense. The lingering guilt toward Principal Zhou was instantly tossed to the back of his mind. The three fat men’s eyes gleamed as they began to bet recklessly.

Ling Hao felt a wave of emotion. Nothing is eternal. This Seven-Meteor Pagoda must have once followed the Heavenly Cicada Immortal on campaigns, filled with youthful vigor, yet now it had been handed to him. If the end of a cultivator’s path was not eternal life, one day, he too would have to pass on his own legacy like this.

"Teacher, you said Fu Long has committed many evils, so why hasn't anyone called the police to arrest him?" Ye Tian asked calmly, arms crossed. This was Yanjing, not some backwater; he didn't believe that someone like Fu Long could cause such a massive scene without anyone intervening.

This was the State of Wei, where the entire government was in chaos after the rule of "killing the mother when the son becomes emperor" was abolished—far inferior to the State of Liang.

The room was vast, decorated in a full European style with a round bed. Bai Zhi looked around in terror and saw a man standing with his back to her, hands in his pockets, looking out the window.

For Su Qinghou, a place governed by the law of the jungle—where the strong prey on the weak and only the fittest survive—was unexpectedly to his liking.

In truth, the pain was not the most terrifying thing; what was truly terrifying was that she seemed to have fallen into a desperate plight.

His eyes held a careless smile, gentle and faint, his gaze clear and undisturbed. Like snow on a high mountain, eternal and unchanging, no matter how unpredictable the world became, he remained composed and at peace.

Ten needles, heated by fire, were all inserted into the relevant acupoints of Princess Qingxia. With every insertion, a burnt scent wafted through the air, and the Princess would let out a miserable scream, yet no one blamed Bai Zhi.

Consequently, the chicken coop in the backyard truly became a forbidden area for the villagers; they wouldn't let just anyone look. Of course, even if they did look, they wouldn't be able to make sense of anything. The true secrets of raising chickens and pickling salted eggs were things Gu Qingyun’s family was determined never to reveal.

"Charlotte, if you are truly unwilling, you can just pay it back once you make money in the future. For the sake of our friendship, I won't charge interest." Only with these words was Xia Ye willing to settle into the hospital for treatment.

As long as the Earth existed and as long as the Earth's dragon veins continued to provide Altana to the Utsuro, then mere swords, spears, or even modern firearms could not kill him. The only way to stop the Utsuro and his actions was to destroy the Earth itself.

She began to fervently hope for Liang Shanbo's arrival to take her away from this stagnant, deathly life.

The vice principal was responsible for taking notes, recording the participants, the topics, the time, Shen Anjun's performance, and the final scores as documentation, which eventually required the signatures of everyone present.

Lin Qianxia searched for her phone but couldn't turn it on no matter what. She cursed her luck; it had run out of power again.

That year was also the year Han Moyan left. Even so, he didn't feel sad or heartbroken; instead, he felt a sense of relief.

Since he intended to use the back of a blade, the hand-forged knives from the Qin Mansion kitchen, with their pitch-black backs, naturally couldn't catch Ivan's eye.

Qin Mufei still felt it was somewhat incomprehensible. In his view, wouldn't it have been better if Xiang Tianxiao had just explained it directly?

"Zhou Jing, which element do you want to awaken?" Xia Zhengyang asked, sitting next to her.

The old man spoke without a hint of emotional fluctuation, yet he was naturally imposing, exuding an invisible presence.

Chen Mu was just about to say something when footsteps sounded behind him. Ah Gui was covered in blood, as if he had just crawled out of an inkpad.

To be honest, in the later generations, wild mandarin fish were already hard to find; most of those sold in large quantities were farmed.

The great monster screamed, painfully letting go with its other hand to clutch its neck. The mother, now released, fell hard to the ground, but ignoring the pain, she immediately lunged forward to grab her child.

At this moment, Baili Yun had already flown ten thousand feet into the sky. Here, the power of the hellish storm was weak enough for the Sun-Moon Mirror to withstand.

"Fine! I can only say that you are a successful 'gambler'! I am more than eighty percent sure I can bring you in safely!" Wu Yong said confidently.

"Enough nonsense! I just want to kill you scum of the Lu family with my own hands." As he spoke, the sword in his right hand swung down.

Her large, watery eyes were clear and bright, like radiant pearls, yet her expression held a trace of sorrow and helplessness. Her delicate, nimble hands were as beautiful as white jade, yet they were being toyed with by a man who had voluntarily fallen into a sea of bitterness. Her long, soft hair was black as silk, cool and pleasant.

He looked blankly at the vast, white world around him, dazed and silent. He glanced toward the edge of the cliff at the ethereal white mist that seemed to be right beneath his feet, his heart filled with dread.

"Yes. A few days ago, after I told the Empress Dowager that Ning Xiyue looked just like me, the Empress Dowager has been wanting to see her every day. I don't know if she cast some kind of love potion on her." Nalan Mingyue pouted with a touch of frustration, though she wasn't truly angry.