Volume One, Chapter 27: The Tormented Soul

Yang Yuqi grabbed the man by his clothes, fuming, "You wretched servant, how dare you!"

The man, startled, hurriedly explained, "My lady, this is simply the service we provide here..."

Yang Yuqi frowned and threw him out of the room. The man crashed through the door, flying into the hallway. The loud commotion alerted the procuress, who dragged her corpulent frame up the stairs, her heavy hips swaying as she waddled into the room.

"Oh my, my lady, whatever is the matter?" the procuress asked with a fawning smile.

Yang Yuqi remained silent, her brow furrowed. The procuress waved her hand, signaling the man to leave. He clutched his bruised face, looking sullen.

Old Mother Zhu took charge of redeeming her, and after Lin Qiao provided the silver, she immediately had her sons help transport her to the Song household.

"Power of faith is, after all, the fundamental energy of theology; in fact, the spiritual essence of heaven and earth should have a similar effect. You might want to try that," Ling Yan said to Zhang Daoling.

Seeing her husband struck, Madame Song hurried to stand in front of him. "Mother, my husband just misspoke, please don't be angry." As she spoke, she tugged at Song Hao, signaling him to stop talking.

Upon hearing that Hu Jianchuan had known all along and had already undergone treatment, Su Man stared at him, demanding to know why he had hidden his illness from her.

Therefore, as long as one kept an eye on the Haoda Car Dealership, it would be fine if they made no mistakes, but once they did, their rivals would certainly not hesitate to kick them while they were down.

"Hmph, a centipede dies but never falls! I was able to slay you easily back then, and even if my master is not here now, a mere remnant soul on the verge of dissipation is not enough to hold me back!" Huang Ling seemed to recognize the nature of those eyes. She sneered while controlling Mu Qiu’s body to retreat rapidly.

Tian Tian felt a tightness in her chest. Knowing who they were thinking of, she caught the look in her eyes and couldn't help but glance at Shen Nianfei.

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Eunuch Chen’s expression was extremely awkward, but unable to retort, he arranged for a carriage to take Wuwei to the Prince of Yan’s mansion.

Lin Qiao understood her kindness. She wasn't actually that delicate, but having someone care about her felt different, and it warmed her heart.

Dr. Vernon Riley used sound and light to stimulate animals, causing them to experience tension and anxiety; as a result, the defensive capabilities of their immune systems were significantly weakened, causing latent malignant tumors in their chests to become active.

What did she mean by that? Everyone was startled, none of them understanding what she intended to do or what her goal was.

"Ye Chen, I am no match for you. I have no face to remain here. Farewell!" Wang Hu struggled to climb off the ground and prepared to leave.

However, in order to prevent Yue Yanrong from ruining things, Mo Mingchen told him exactly what had happened when Bertha White visited the office.

Seeing that Ye Chen did not speak, Gao Yuanyuan assumed she had intimidated him; her face grew smug, and she looked at him with a hint of disdain.

She only wanted to teach Mu Yeli a lesson—she was still angry with him and wanted to annoy him—but she hadn't expected Xu Keqing to take advantage of the situation.

Inside the members-only store, Han Yi pushed the cart behind Su Yan. The place was sparsely populated, and few people ever came by.

Mu Mu was stunned for a moment before remembering that Zhang Yicheng was indeed not yet twenty, and his request held no ground.

While applying medicine for His Highness the Prince of Yu, the imperial physician remained worried about the dosage of the cocoon-firefly herb; if used improperly, it could cause the wound to fester and fail to heal.

"Then stand still; I will go fetch the medicine for you." Mu Wan felt that Mu Yeli was still angry and that he still cared about the existence of Qian Baiying.

Therefore, during the days the Prince of Ding acted as regent, the daily morning court sessions were filled with endless arguments, with many people strongly demanding the selection of a crown prince.

"Not at all, isn't this subordinate just here to ease the Grand Elder's worries..." Wen Chuyuan, failing to grasp the true meaning behind the words, smiled obsequiously.

Especially when returning from winter break—the south had already entered spring, while the north remained as cold as ever. The sun was rarely seen, making it very inconvenient to air out bedding. Now that there was an opportunity to bring it home, dry it, and bring it back, he naturally had to take it.

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The spiritual energy filling the sky seemed to have been drained by these four artifacts, which were exerting their full potential with the sole purpose of crushing Jiang Chang’an into pulp.

"Brother, you’re really making me nervous!" Faced with Zhang Shaogang rushing over, Dou Wei laughed and teased.

Furthermore, even if their budget at DreamWorks allowed for it, they wouldn't cough up 30 million dollars to be the sucker for distributing our film.

"Of course Ma Jian won. You have to realize that that cook, Dou Wei—aside from cooking and fooling people—doesn't show any real attainment in music!" Da Chong spoke glibly in front of the CCTV cameras, causing an uproar among the crowd.

This was the most prosperous area in the Divine Capital, with a wide variety of goods sold in the various warehouses lining the streets.

The golden Dao seal grew even more violent, suppressing Jiang Chang’an’s shoulders from above. Before he could retreat, his entire body was pinned to the ground by the golden light, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Someone with such strength working as a mere cook? Zhao Xinyan wouldn't believe it, and even the chefs at Junya Tower wouldn't either.

Jia Cong rode on horseback, escorted by Zhan Peng, Shen Lang, and two hundred Embroidered Uniform Guards, protecting four carriages as they headed toward the ancient river wharf outside Yangzhou City.

So, regardless of what Wu Ying did back then, Wu Wei, bearing the identity of Zhang Wei, really owed her a thank you.

However, she still deliberately kept a certain distance from Jin Han, not allowing herself to get too close, all of which was observed by Jin Yuecheng.

Qing Yang and the others unleashed every spell they had, yet they could do nothing against the evil spirit; it seemed to be immune to all elemental attacks, just like the big-mouthed evil spirit.

At the end of these statues, everyone saw the shrieking evil spirit once again, and, unsurprisingly, it emitted another shriek.

Come to think of it, Cheng Endu had indeed helped him. Especially during the selection for the Yangtze River Scholars program—according to his qualifications, it had been a bit of a stretch, but Cheng Endu had said at the time: "Recruit talent without sticking to one pattern," which allowed him to be successfully selected.