Volume One, Chapter 43: Mr. Fang’s Words Startle the Dreamer—Chen Pingchuan’s Mind Opens

The two burly men sensed nothing amiss, chatting as they pushed and pulled the treadmill out of the elevator, making their way toward Suite 1207. In truth, before entering the broadcast hall, Xia You already had a hunch about what lay inside; there would likely be a sizable audience. Now, Lin Xiaofan was their president, overseeing this region and tightening protections on the growth of these new humans. He feared that decades later, humanity would split into two factions; war might break out, and ordinary people could perish at the hands of the clever new breed.

Qin Tian gripped Fu Xiaoyu’s chin, unafraid, staring straight into her eyes, which burned with righteous indignation. Lin Xiaofan’s current hope was that the bull would produce one or two offspring; then it would be sent to inseminate all the cows in the country. With millions of cows queued up, science would join the effort, and artificial breeding would give birth to new breeds, allowing humanity to savor even finer beef and steak.

If this were a high-end restaurant, lavishly decorated, famed for its chefs and ingredients, a per-person bill of two or three thousand would be perfectly normal. He was about to act again, but noticed another person stepping forward from the crowd, placing a hand on his shoulder—so he held back. Xia You, just picking up her chopsticks to eat, paused at Lun Ye’s sudden words.

Rumbling… explosions burst forth, flames erupted skyward, blasting them to the ground. The colossal dragon corpse smashed hard against the earth. Old Eight stared in bewilderment at his own hand; to crush someone to pulp so easily was unsettling, especially as the remains scattered in every direction.

After dinner, everyone gathered around the fire. Above, the deep blue sky was studded with gemstone-like stars. It had been a long time since I’d seen such a clear night; the city’s sky was always veiled in mist, hiding its pristine beauty.

The two sailed westward on their ostentatious vessel, passing territories of many sects along the way. Many could see their boat was a magical artifact, with two demons aboard, yet none came forth to intercept them.

That morning, I worked half a day at the company and gave my phone number to Teacher He. She handed me a slip of paper with two addresses: one for Mrs. Wang, the other for Mrs. Wu. I was to go to their homes on New Year’s Day morning and do their makeup. Teacher He sternly warned me not to be late; for future jobs, she would call.

“Shanshan, was that boy really just your classmate?” Zhao Hongliang, unable to contain himself, whispered as he walked up the stairs with Zhao Yunshan.

Duke Mu appeared gaunt, eyes unnaturally large, the whites stained as if with blood. He collapsed before the emperor, choking out, “I am guilty… I deserve a thousand deaths.” Behind him came Mu Guodong, the eldest son; the heir, Mu Shizi, was absent—rumor had it he’d been crippled by Princess Anle.

“Kong Yuan, this is between us. You’d best stay out of it.” Ao Yue clearly wanted nothing to do with Kong Yuan.

Chu Jian sipped her tea, and suddenly saw two familiar figures walking past the corridor outside the private room. She paused, wondering why they were here—was it her imagination?

Fine, tears again. She resigned herself to running, circling the dragon tribe for days already; what’s a little more embarrassment?

But the bikini, barely covering the essentials, offered little resistance and was torn apart! She fell into the sea completely exposed.

When he entered the dormitory, two people were already inside, arranging their belongings.

Why did Mari keep that photograph? Because Hexagonal Pool Workshop was closely tied to the Gill family; he was the one responsible for training Yuji and others back then, one of their instructors.

“The time is about right. Let’s go see how things stand. Later, the abbot will have someone bring some sweet soup.” Xingku glanced at the time and spoke to Huisheng.

“This was part of your plan, wasn’t it?” City folk truly are cunning, and Longjing’s schemes were layered and seamless—even a simple yawn was played to new heights.

Though I’ve written so much, all of this happened in a flash.

The old lady chatted with Jinglian a while, then paused and said slowly, “My time has come; I must leave. I was anxious and afraid, but with the master accompanying me, my heart is filled with joy.”

Hmph, it’s understandable—if she could accept my side’s reasoning, it would mean she’s open to persuasion. After all, she’s not as confident as she pretends.

Su Wen strolled, admiring the scenery as she walked from the fourth level up the stone steps to the main hall. She looked up at the towering Buddha statue, lost in thought.

“I concede defeat! See for yourself!” Seeing the other’s distracted air, Axing felt deeply wounded; her alluring glance was wasted, and the notion of compensating even a little vanished instantly.

Her heart was tangled with a thousand knots; she had spent her life’s courage unraveling one, but nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine remained, impossible to let go.

Seeing this, Ye Fan paused, then swiftly appeared before Han Lingsha, raising his palm as a massive curtain of light formed, shielding them.

But when they carried the submersible pump over, ready to connect the power, the fan had already stopped.

The sneak attack succeeded; that peck left Princess Iron Fan’s slender snowy neck stained as if with rouge. The princess scolded, “How adorable you look sleeping, but awake you’re mischievous.” She tried to break free from Zhuang Wangu’s embrace, but his bear hug was too strong to escape.

The fighters in the Magic Association now had no duties beyond maintaining magical order.

“Is there any justification?” Huang Tiexin glanced at Zhao Zhengce. Whether or not she would agree, she remained calm; this was her seasoned nature, more composed than anyone.

Suddenly, the north city gate opened, and two thousand Danyang cavalry, swinging iron chains with unstoppable momentum, charged the disarrayed Xiliang coalition.

“Is it Burning Lamp?!” The group exchanged glances. Though they knew his temple was nearby and the commotion would draw his attention, facing him directly still felt unnatural.