Volume 1 Chapter 25: I Am Your Mother, Li Lingyi

The monk and the Taoist gazed out at the vast, boundless swamp, dense with tall, wild grass. "Very well," they declared, "we refuse to believe that anything can best a monk and a Taoist. Brother, let us bind ourselves together with ropes so we may aid one another. We shall join forces to brave this marsh by night. Madam, you are familiar with these parts—in which direction should we pursue them?"

Liu Dong was different. Had he not stepped forward, instead remaining in the shadows to pull strings, it would have had no impact at all. The next time they met, calling him "Cousin Bai" would not even seem like an exaggeration.

I nodded. It was just as I thought: had it not been for the department head looking for me, you likely wouldn't have cared whether I lived or died.

Qi Ruize had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt with the collar buttons undone. Bathed in the sunset, his features were refined, his handsome jawline sculpted as if by the hands of a master.

Despite the unpleasant weather, they still spotted elves frolicking in the open plains along the way—racing horses, practicing archery, or gathering to chant poetry.

Consort Su was always reticent on such occasions, while the Empress Dowager and the Empress, having only just been released from house arrest, were still shaken and dared not act rashly.

It was a pity, truly, that this was an age of fading spirits; it felt like a genuine loss.

Empty-hearted and listless, Kong Yixian nodded, turned toward the track, and picked up that stunningly crafted bow.

She also had a difficult personality, hating me every single day. She used to berate me, and even after my rebirth, she continued to pick fights. Had I not matured, I would have been reduced to tears countless times by now.

Little did I know, after hearing what Ling Yun had to say, it turned out that it was all just something she had made up on the spot.

Su Yu had not expected the day to end in such a manner. Meanwhile, Murong Jinghong and Master Zhan Run had already finished their duel.

But when I turned around, that figure had vanished. I tried to grasp it, but I could never catch hold.

Chen Xudong focused intently on his driving, the atmosphere in the car stiflingly awkward. Fortunately, Binzi was there, talking incessantly to ease the tension.

Wu Song did not know what was amiss; he only felt it was strange that people had been treating him to wine and meat throughout his entire journey.

You watch one or two dramas and see a middle-aged man or father figure who cares about appearances and is soft-hearted—the acting is natural and skillful. But watch a few more, and it’s all mass-produced drivel, the same tired tropes and cookie-cutter performances.

To deal with the eight generals of the Sea Clan, along with that terrifying murloc army, one could not succeed alone. It was time to bring out one's trump cards.

Following close behind Qin Qing were Dong Wuquan, an aide from the Governor's Mansion, and ten warriors whose presence was far from weak.

However, the garments she excelled at making required top-tier raw materials to fully showcase their beauty.

To have a master as a classmate and not know how to curry favor—instead, daring to offend them! What was this child raised on? How did that brain manage to get into Qing University?

Don't let the villagers' sharp tongues fool you; when it comes time to act, they all turn mute.

Before the teacher could even step out of the classroom, that scoundrel Zhao Shengli had already bolted, sprinting with the intensity of a hundred-meter dash—perhaps a desperate need for the restroom had tapped into his hidden potential.

"I dare not accept such praise. I merely did what was required; there is no need for courtesy." With a bow of his hands, he turned and left.

As he spoke, Soga activated the two sets of rear thrusters once more. Suddenly, the airship's speed increased significantly. Seeing this, everyone cheered.

Lin Xiang, now utterly devoted, had even begun to address his father as "Teacher Hu" in public.

The Pipa Immortal seemed to only just react, hastily retreating dozens of steps. The Phoenix Fire, as if possessing a will of its own, lunged right in front of him. Realizing he could not escape, he closed his eyes.

Before long, Jian Liang sensed someone passing silently by his door and caught a whispered remark: "I wonder who the Minfeng Temple on Snake Mountain has invited..." "Snake Mountain!" Upon hearing this, Jian Liang knew that Snake Mountain was located in Wuchang, and the Yellow Crane Tower stood right atop it.

After observing for an entire night, Hu Qiang found no trace of evidence. The mole was clearly in no hurry to reveal their identity; it was only logical. With nothing major discovered yet, why would they risk exposing themselves and undoing all their hard work?

Regret? Indeed. From the day Soga left, regret had been like a venomous worm, gnawing at their hearts daily. As time passed, this pain did not fade; instead, it only grew more intense.

With a cold blade pressed against his throat, Feng Liancheng glared at the man in black who had pinned him down. It was Yunji, who had always been by Changle's side. To think he would dare join this girl to strike at him.

Though her baby face hid her age, the faint crow's feet appearing at the corners of her eyes betrayed that she was no longer young.

Tang Xuanzang carried the cassock bestowed upon him by the Bodhisattva Guanyin, along with a vajra pestle.

Elsewhere, in the Spirit Mountain, the Buddha Tathagata made a calculation, his brows furrowing at that very moment.

The laws of gravity and earth before them shattered, dissolving into fragments of conceptual shadows that vanished into the air.