Volume 1, Chapter 41: Cheng Muyan is Mad with Jealousy

"No, it is not that simple," Li Yunchen muttered to himself. He did not see Anyang Like display any signs of nervousness. To discern the truth, he used his Divine Demon Eyes to pierce through the depths of the flames.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope re-emerged within her once-dead heart. Perhaps this young man before her could truly turn the tide and save the Yu and Huo families from their imminent extinction.

In truth, he was also somewhat surprised. This Dao-Seeking Tea was not easy to consume; as the name implied, only those drinking it for the first time could reap the greatest rewards.

After entering the room, Shao Heng’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to the only source of light inside. Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find it was merely a common oil lamp used by ordinary folk.

Wang Se let out a low snort, his gaze cold and sinister. Demonic fire danced incessantly in his hands, and a murderous aura emanated from the flames.

Pa Ma Cui, filled with questions, drove his carriage toward Kangsheng Pharmacy in the southern district. After alighting, Mi Dou went off to play with mud. Pa Ma Cui scolded him twice, but seeing his hands remained filthy, he stopped caring. He dragged all the crates and sacks from the carriage, carried them inside with the pharmacy clerk, and began weighing and verifying the count.

"Since the Wolf Clan has extended an invitation, how could I refuse in front of your soldiers? That would make you lose face before your men," Xiao Wuxie said with a chuckle, his composed and carefree manner quite startling.

Beneath the deep orange sunset, the silhouette of a massive city appeared. It stretched beyond the horizon, built upon a vast plateau. Its towering skyscrapers and giant pagodas seemed to touch the sky, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

Be it shrimp, crab, turtle, tortoise, or even aquatic insects, as long as they obtain the Seven-Orifice Pellet, they can awaken their intelligence and accumulate a swirling essence within their bodies.

"Chen Yang, your foster mother's business is very large, isn't it?" Xiang Jin asked casually, linking her arm with his.

From a strategic perspective, it is inappropriate to install high-quality teleportation arrays in frontier cities. Furthermore, it is common knowledge to shut down such arrays during wartime; the goal is to focus all energy on defending the city, and more importantly, to cut off any path of retreat, instilling in everyone the resolve to fight to the death.

The players from the Gladiator Guild ignored the peasants, focusing instead on countering the attacks from Liu Tianming and his group, unable to spare any effort. In this window of opportunity, Xiang Qi’s troops completed their encirclement of the Gladiator Guild’s village.

"So that means an income of one million a month?" Xiao Xiao asked, finding it hard to believe.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yu had to admit that this William II’s argument held a fair amount of merit.

Moreover, the quality was not only low, but the silicon content was high, which not only increased the consumption of limestone and coke but also presented significant technical difficulties.

Wang Feng was afraid. For ordinary people, the consciousness space is their entire life. But for soul cultivators, while the consciousness space is a part of their existence, their consciousness—or what could be called their primary consciousness—is of paramount importance.

Then, just last night, he quietly brought Mo Ling here, set up a sound-insulating barrier, and... in short, Zhang Fan had a long-awaited, pleasurable night. As for Mo Ling, because it was her first time, the physical exhaustion was so great that she was still fast asleep.

"Where did this idiot come from? Who are you trying to play—" Before Liu Qingmei could react, the beer bottle in Chen Mingluo’s hand smashed down onto his head.

"I think we can consider ordering forty sets of equipment from here for a trial run—" After consulting with Zhao Kun, the director of the Second Hospital, Cheng Luyao, the director of the Provincial First Hospital, made the decision.

"Dad, Dad, Dad, you’re awake! You’re okay, that’s wonderful!" Seeing his father wake up, he was overwhelmed with joy, completely failing to notice the expression on Huangfu Xuan’s face beside him—a mix of self-reproach, pain, and regret.

Gong Xianqian was terrified that she would end up like she did with Xia Chengyuan: she liked him, but he did not like her back.

Considering the short duration of the four pills' effects, they were unsuitable for prolonged combat and could only be used for a surprise attack to destroy the sonic weapon.

Patrick was known as the Mad Swordsman; he was reckless in a fight, but that was not all. The most important thing was that when Patrick was still a Sword Soul, he had annihilated three duchies for the sake of the sword in his hand, going without sleep, rest, or food for half a month straight. That was how he earned the title of "Madman."

"Alright, go about your business." Yi Chuan pondered for a moment. Perhaps it was a thank-you banquet hosted by Zhou Qing. After all, he had risked his life to help her eliminate a major threat, so a gesture of gratitude was only right. Besides, he also wanted to go out and walk around; a trip to the City Lord’s mansion would serve the same purpose.

"Well, sir, I am sorry," Bradley said. "My city has just been built and is in dire need of funds, so I must apologize."

Feeling Xia Chengyuan’s hand rest on her shoulder, Xia Fangyuan’s body gave a sudden jolt, though she herself did not know why she reacted that way.

Kraken laughed. "Haha, good! When one is hungry, one should eat. Come, let us have a good drink."

Thus, Ye Xiangjun remained in high spirits throughout the process, occasionally casting a few charming smiles toward Feng Wu.

Xia Fangyuan did not know why Xia Chengyuan remained silent. Why didn't he simply reply that he didn't do it, as she had imagined? Why was he silent... Did silence imply admission?

Liu Fan’s battlefield was not limited to the Runan and Yingchuan areas. After pacifying Yingchuan, he intended to head north to Jizhou, for that was the root of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

"Er Fen, where should I go now?" Qin Fen could not fathom why he had done such a thing, or where he should go next.

Aunt Zhang also noticed the immense change in Qin Fen. Looking at the aura radiating from his body, she could not help but smile slightly, never having expected Qin Fen to possess such strength.