Volume One, Chapter 29: Rong Shaoqin Broods in Silence

Shen Chuyi had been waiting at the restaurant for quite some time.

Seeing Sang Haining enter, she waved her over.

Sang Haining walked over with a smile and handed her a thermos. "Chicken noodle soup."

"Did you make this just for me?" Shen Chuyi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aren't you two here to get me to sign something? Bring it over so I can sign it quickly, then you two can get lost. Just looking at you gives me a headache; I have no idea what sins I committed in my past life to end up meeting such troublesome people.

It turned out that once this series of clothing was finished, it could look so stunning and beautiful—far better than the two pieces produced by her father's company.

Through this psychic connection, they could receive orders and act in unison without needing any means of communication.

Aside from Orendo and Solarian, who were aware that their relationship was fundamentally different from the past, no one else knew.

She had been completely exposed, yet she hadn't said a word, and now he had the audacity to call her a pervert.

After feeding those souls the water from the River of Forgetfulness, the ugly truths that had been buried were finally brought to light amidst their weeping and wailing.

After dozens of lashes from the whip stained with Soul-Devouring Powder, Qin Luo, Qin Ming, and Qin Chuang were carried away. A pale-faced Qin Wang then returned to her residence with Li Xiao’s support.

She looked at Leng Huo and said, "Junior Brother, this time, you be the one to guide him to salvation." Her voice held a hint of pleading. In her eyes, Leng Huo was the best candidate for the task.

"You blind bastard, how dare you bully my master!" Xu Yi slapped Qin Tiantian across the face and kicked him away.

"Heh, Senior Brother, even if you’ve shed your skin, the rake behind you remains the same," Chong Jiu let out a strange, cackling laugh.

Although the space technology exploration company under Chaos Organism possessed advanced technology in aerodynamics and rocket science, there was still a gap between them and major arms-manufacturing powers like Russia when it came to weaponry.

Traveling by sword, he did not know that the ruler that had threatened him had already dissipated, but upon learning that this figure in the Frost Forest was a remnant soul of the White Castle Ice Palace's founder, he was equally astonished.

"Amitabha, will you not submit to the Buddha?" With a low chant, a brilliant radiance shone from behind him, and a golden hand emerged from it, reaching out to grab Chong Jiu by the waist. Chong Jiu clenched his fist and pushed it forward, colliding head-on with the palm of the Buddha's hand.

At the mere thought of the days in Luoyang County without a magistrate, the old clerk’s eyes filled with tears; the past few months had been enough to drive him to distraction.

"Clang!" The short sword struck the gun barrel for the second time, trailing by only a hair’s breadth. The impact between the blade and the weapon sparked a flurry of light, causing the heavy crossbowman’s scope to waver and lose sight of the dragon-kin.

With his blade locked, Wang Qi knew things were taking a turn for the worse. However, he was no novice on the battlefield and had naturally prepared his own fallback plan.

Wan Jingting lifted it up in admiration, examining it against the light. The texture, the luster, the way the ink had bled, and even the scent—it was exquisite.

Liang Lian seemed to realize he had spoken out of turn. Though his face remained filled with indignation, he dared not talk back, instead nodding repeatedly in agreement with Grand Tutor Liang’s words.

When he emerged, Ning Fuchen held an elixir in his hand; just by looking at the patterns on its surface, he could feel a sense of the profound laws of heaven and earth.

Only then did Gu Ziche remember that he had never actually visited the Virtual Universe. He had originally thought he would have plenty of time to explore it once the construction of Twilight Star was complete, but he had been sent straight to the front lines instead.

Moreover, this unique and exceptionally thick scent of blood—a presence that could be felt even when one tried to mask it—was not something possessed by those with mere influence.

These were well-known tales in the world of cultivation: how the Three Heroes of the Demonic Path began as mere rogue cultivators, gradually earning a great reputation on the Zerg battlefields, gathering a large army of like-minded followers, and ultimately founding the Blood Immortal Sword Sect.