Volume One, Chapter 29: A Sparring Partner in Every Sense of the Word

Luo Xuan called Zhu Jun, and through the phone came the voices of several people engaged in a heated discussion, interspersed with phrases like "benchmarking the factory displays against Taobao pages," "hiring a specialist to oversee factory onboarding," "it's unnecessary, the labor costs are too high," and "we'll lay people off after the work is done."

Stepping lightly onto the nine-tiered stairs crackling with lightning, he felt only a faint numbness beneath his feet, suffering no real harm.

Ping'an had no time to intervene and had already resigned herself to the worst, but unexpectedly, the arrow veered off course. Instead of striking a vital point, it hit Jiang Heng in the left eye. Overcome with pain, Jiang Heng clutched his bleeding eye, letting out a series of agonizing screams.

Behind her, Su Ziyu was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, gesturing incessantly at Feng Linglan as if signaling her to hide something.

Suddenly, Yuan Ming felt as though he had been deflated like a balloon; all the strength drained from his body, and he slumped to the ground, limp and twitching from time to time.

Returning to the Yuanneng Inn, it was much like most traveler hostels in the Yuan Realm: three simple ginkgo-wood beds, each about three meters long and wide, were arranged neatly in the center of the vast living room. A traveler only needed to brace their hands and stretch their legs to feel their tight muscles instantly relax, sighing with such relief that they would never want to rise for morning court again.

With nimble footsteps and even nimbler hands, he took away all the rabbit meat at Shen Mingzhu’s side, leaving the people around them looking utterly dejected.

He could finally no longer hold back his tears, a sense of desolation gradually spreading through his entire body. In this world, who else could save me?

However, Lisheng completely ignored Zhang Chuan. He stepped into the elevator that hadn't malfunctioned and, watching Zhang Chuan run toward him, pressed the close button. Just as Zhang Chuan reached the doors, they slid shut, and Lisheng left on his own.

Zhou Mo spoke, sketching his parents' faces from memory and projecting them as an image before Shi Hao.

The attendant seemed stunned; seeing the smile on the man's lips was like witnessing something incredible. Although it was fleeting, it still stirred a turbulent storm in his heart.

Yang Yi still wanted to return to Locke County as soon as possible, but he felt helpless. Having lost all sleep, he paced the room, his mind entirely occupied by how to earn four thousand gold coins and how to catch the Emperor's attention to secure his title early.

The three of them were filled with terror upon hearing this. Given the severity of the two disciples' actions, sparing their lives was already an act of mercy, but shattering their dantian and meridians rendered them useless—a truly ruthless punishment.

Seeing the two of them taking on the role of guards in the front, Qin Feng was happy to be at leisure and kept a close watch on the surroundings.

It seemed that charging up the slope was no longer an option. If they delayed any longer, it was likely his thirty-some men would be slaughtered like flies.

Qin Feng swung his left arm, sending the long blade he had picked up spinning through the air. He held nothing back and made no attempt to conceal his move; the blade flew low to the ground, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

The Buddhist sect was flourishing, and with the Journey to the West pilgrimage underway, Jieyin did not want any complications. Yet, first came Huorong’s designs on the position of the Central Jade Emperor, and then the Taishang Saint, the Venerable Moral Lord, had even grander schemes, leaving Daoist Jieyin with a growing sense of unease.

Ji Zeyou leaned down, kissing and suckling at her chest, while the heat coiled at his waist began to breach her defenses bit by bit. With each deeper movement, an unprecedented pleasure completely overwhelmed his senses.

"Grandmother, but Bubu has been gone for so long..." Sister Wang still looked uneasy.

With a wave of his hand, he sent a water orb flying out. Every water arrow that struck it vanished like a stone into the sea, leaving no trace.