Volume 1, Chapter 39: Yu Chao'en's Generous Gift

"We three have been here for over a month, and a layer of white dew has already accumulated on us. It drips naturally from this cave; anyone’s clothes would be stained by it. Yet, looking at you, fellow Daoist, you have none. If you had been living here, the dew on you certainly wouldn't be any less than ours."

With that single axe strike, not only was Han Ming shattered into pieces, but the entire interface was cleaved open, revealing a slit. Beneath the gap lay an endless, boundless ocean, with faint outlines of ships visible in the distance.

Baozi took the five hundred-yuan bills without a word. Knowing I was in a foul mood, he simply nodded and began making phone calls.

Clearly, Marisa and Sakuya had both been affected by this anomaly, becoming impulsive, and their glares toward Huai Ren were filled with malice.

In earlier years, this price had not yet manifested, but the moment it did, it meant that Qing Ling was destined to walk this path while bearing the consequences.

Beyond its razor-sharp edge, the sword's shadow carried an aura of grim, baleful energy, as if it had been forged from countless deaths.

After waking the guys up, they were still groggy and bleary-eyed—I was used to it by now. The group tidied up briefly, left the house, and hailed a taxi toward the Third Middle School.

Now that he was preparing to go out and begin his seclusion, he had to refine his flying sword first to be prepared for any contingencies. Even if he encountered danger, as long as it wasn't a Golden Core stage cultivator, Han Ming had little to fear.

After all, in the entire hall, Murong Yue was the only one sitting, flanked by two powerful guards; he was so conspicuous that it would be hard not to notice him.

The insults, mockery, veiled criticisms, and insinuations made the faces of the lecherous men and the female internet trolls in the hall—both the seasoned and the young—turn bright red, wishing they could dig a hole and hide in the ground.

Yu Enci, seeing the cruel methods Wang Le had displayed, could barely suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

"Likewise, it’s not that I don’t have feelings for you. In fact, I feel that my affection for you is even stronger than yours for me, so you don't need to worry about being the one to take the initiative."

***

Order the players to scatter in all directions and guard the cliff edges. Use every lighting prop and skill available to prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack under the cover of darkness.

Dong Guodong, just over thirty, was already an executive director at Hualian Department Store. His reputation in the three northeastern provinces was that of a business prodigy on par with Wang Xianglin.

As their momentum faltered, they could no longer hold their ground. Apart from a few highly skilled leaders who were still struggling to endure, the rest were retreating steadily. Pairs of heavy spear-wielders slowly pressed forward, forcing the retainers to retreat into the manor.

Wu Zhi was slightly stunned. It turned out the final punishment was merely house arrest in the capital—a hundred times better than what he had imagined. Suddenly recalling his various interactions with Zhao Ji, scene after scene played out before his eyes, and his vision blurred as his eyes grew moist.

However, while players dared to dream such dreams, a withered vine halfway up the mountain dared not do the same.

Unexpected, or "taking them by surprise"—this had originally been one of Lin Dong’s tactics, but it was proving to be quite effective now.

Regarding the Green蘿 Flower, Mo Zhirao, who had clearly had contact with the Underworld Lord, knew far more than Qin You.

It was already nine o'clock, and he had been planning to go to bed, but a soft cough suddenly came from the screen.

"Of course, my mother is naturally a bit different from me. When she is on land, she has no way to turn her tail into human legs."

It was impossible for Lin Qingya and Lin Qingying to have told him; they couldn't possibly know that much, and even if they did, they couldn't have said everything.

By then, he would surely be able to wait for the reinforcements he had requested to arrive before they could find Jin'er and the Primordial Holy Sword.

He Fan channeled his spiritual energy into the jade pendant, and it began to emit a dazzling light.

***

Regarding her father, apart from what she had learned from her mother and Ninth Uncle, everything else she knew came from her grandfather.

Seeing that this cat demon had not yet taken human form, he had assumed it would be easy to handle, but now that he heard the cat demon speak, he was no longer so certain.

Since that is the case, everyone has their own thoughts and positions. There is no right or wrong; everyone has their own hardships and unspeakable secrets. Let us all live well and not disturb one another.

After his parents divorced, his father left the house to his mother. Today, he was returning to their home located within the faculty housing area of Jiangcheng Fourth Middle School.

Takagi Naohito would not reveal the truth. By using bacteria and viruses to infect the world to achieve his own ends, Takagi Naohito had committed an act that no doctor could ever forgive.

Three consecutive days of parading through the streets had exhausted Liang Feng and the others. Zhang Hui had placed 60th in the second tier, and Deng Sheng had placed 12th in the third tier, so they had to join Liang Feng, Han Qi, and the others for the promotional tour. Zhang Hui, usually the most energetic, was completely drained and could no longer muster any spirits; every day when he returned to Liang Feng's house, he would pant like a dog with his tongue lolling out.

"Brother Ling, is it possible to stop pursuing now?" Hu Lin Yu pointed to the patch of green space where the formation eye was located.

After several breaths, the dense lightning in the sky suddenly stopped. Yet, both within the tribulation clouds and the massive black hole, countless electric sparks—even brighter than before—continued to dance, looking even more ominous than they had moments ago.

"My Chen family has been anti-Qing loyalists since the end of the Ming Dynasty; resisting foreign humiliation is our ancestral motto. I cannot accept such praise from Brother Huang," Chen Qi said with a bitter smile.