Volume 1, Chapter 38: Treating Su Mei

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At the word of command, the army, having prepared for many days, moved swiftly and entered the teleportation portal.
No one mocked Cangtian for his disheveled state, for they were in no better condition themselves! The dead had returned to life?
Observing the expressions of the crowd, a wisp of black flame appeared in Yan’s hand, clearly implying that if they did not speak, he would burn them all to ash.
Upon seeing Ma Qingfeng, the children knew their master had arrived. The master they worshipped daily had been mythologized by Huang Hao into someone practically omnipotent.
"Leng Wuchen, have you forgotten how much you used to loathe me?" Ling Yuwei took a deep breath, trying her best to speak to him calmly; she certainly did not want to be pestered by him every day from now on.
"Can Jieyi be considered a true human? Or is she some kind of robot?" Haotian could not help but show a look of concern.
Red Tiger let out a roar that shook the heavens, the power of a peak Demon Emperor erupting fully. He clenched his right fist tightly, red light flashing across his massive knuckles as he struck the light formation with tremendous force. As the crimson glow flared, the space around him rippled like water.
Lin Chuan was now unrecognizable, his features twisted and displaced, no longer possessing his former handsome and dashing appearance.
Yet they had no right to choose, for the power of choice lay with Xian Ling, who held their lives in her hands.
Bai Mo, however, merely looked at Lang Yi with an expression that suggested, "Are you perhaps intellectually disabled?"
"Guanyinbi is truly clever. No matter the matter, as long as I provide a hint, you always understand my mind. Indeed, I am waiting for my sister to step forward; only she can untie this knot. Otherwise, if I were to rashly mobilize troops now, whether I win or lose, the situation would be highly unfavorable for me," Li Erlang said, gently tapping his wife’s forehead with a smile.
Wei Dabao dispatched rebel forces from Yangzhou to march north. They severed the canal and set fire to grain transport ships; at times, even the food supplies were burned by the fanatical zealots. In terms of combat, the White Lotus Sect possessed a wild, spreading lethality, much like their descendants, the Boxers, would two hundred years later.

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Murong Zheng watched the smile of Jiuyue, whom he had not seen for many days, and the smile on his own face brightened in response. He had done nothing wrong. This smile was directed at him, and it belonged to him. No one else was worthy of it.
Tianxiang was competing in holy light healing against a man named Sheng Yuan, while Dihou was competing in grappling techniques against a man named Jin Mu.
"So I hear you’re the one who says my exam paper has errors?" Director Luo stood with her arms crossed, her tall frame accentuated by high heels, looking down at Tang Kexin with disdain.
Listening to Yang Zhengjie’s teasing, Jiang Meiyan showed no excessive reaction, merely rolling her eyes at him before walking toward the company.
The blue-and-white fairy tales of Greece, skiing in Sweden, the fairytale kingdom of Denmark... none of these counted as "fleeing," as it was essentially a world tour.
She wanted to retort, to rage and curse, but as she opened her mouth, she could find no appropriate words. Even if she were to deceive herself, she could not deny that the vast majority of what Li Shimin said was the truth.
Of course, while many still considered Lin Xiao a playboy, no one regarded him as a loser anymore.
Hearing this song here and now, Jiang Junhao looked at Bo'er with a puzzled expression. Watching her walk toward him with such a natural demeanor, Jiang Junhao could hardly believe what he had heard.
To have held the upper hand only to be finished off by a final blow—such conversations were rare in Jiang Junhao’s life. Being caught at one’s weakness is like this; it is not necessarily being controlled at every turn, but it is something that leaves one brooding.
Even with the consumption of the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, breaking through to the Hunyuan realm was not so simple.
She was shy, yet she kept her eyes fixed on his. Her body was stiff with tension, yet she tried hard to slow her breathing.
The old man thought to himself, but having pursued this far, he could not give up. "He must be carrying a great treasure!" A flash of greed crossed his eyes as he continued the pursuit.

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Wu Jin thought this reasoning sound, which put her mind at ease. After giving a few more instructions to Shuanzi, she returned to her room to rest.
It felt like a tightly stretched string had suddenly snapped. Jiang Junhao ran wildly, wanting to escape this place; a violent sensation of nausea rose in his stomach. He suddenly understood why Hong Jishan had not let him eat breakfast that morning.
With a roar, golden light exploded from Chu Ming’s entire body. He threw his head back and laughed wildly; it was as if a golden dragon were attempting to burst forth from within him. Enveloped by the phantom of a golden dragon, he collided fiercely with the spiritual energy.
In the courtyard of the Dayang Mansion residence, squads of guards patrolled back and forth, their sharp eyes scanning the shadows around the grounds.
Xu Guang wanted to say more, but was stopped by Mo Mo. "You say I’m not qualified to join that so-called Team 3?"
One relied on an imperial marriage decree and the backing of Consort Liu in the palace, insisting on grabbing the lion's share. The other relied on the support of her mother-in-law, Madam Fang, and had gained merit by giving birth to the eldest son of a concubine, causing no small amount of trouble.
The steward was also surnamed Zhou, a servant born into the Zhou household. His family had served the Zhou mansion for three generations, and he was fiercely loyal. His grandfather had been an attendant to the old master, and his father was now the head steward of the estate. He himself was thirty-five and managed one of the Zhou family's woodworking shops.
As for wanting to be like Zhang Deqi—starting with high treatment and immediately becoming a trusted confidant of Zhang Shouren—one would have to wait for the next life for that.
Ling Lan saw all of this. She wanted to get out of the car in a fit of rage and rush back to Xu Jiefu’s office to check his phone, but she was stopped by Gu Hanhao.
After I massaged his feet, he said he felt much better. He then mentioned he had to leave to help a friend look into a haunting. Since Bai Rou had already awakened, I decided to go with him, so that I could see how much progress I had made in the things I had learned over the past six months.