Volume One, Chapter 47: One-Hour Recess

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“From what you say, the system isn’t simply a free ride; unlocking each function doesn’t come with prompts—you have to strive to trigger them yourself. In other words, if your conduct doesn’t meet the system’s standards and fails to gain recognition, mastering this golden finger remains a challenging feat...” Su Yin concluded.

She stood by a column, her gaze drifting skyward, her heart heavy with desolation and doubt.

Meanwhile, in the center, Yuan Fang personally led a chaotic corps of ten thousand cavalry, piercing through the enemy’s fragile formation.

While Chen Feng hesitated over Da Wu’s fate, Da Wu himself sensed a glimmer of hope.

Coupled with the strange events just now, the meticulous Zhao Yun began to suspect that their Great Qi Emperor’s dragon body might possess qualities beyond the mortal realm, and Yuan Fang was concealing secrets from them.

After several rounds of battle without gaining much advantage, Meng Wushuang deployed multiple trump cards.

Following further inquiries, every answer sent chills down Tao Yu’s spine. Upon release from prison, Tao Yu rushed straight to the palace.

He immediately authorized the “Black Touch” report, receiving information that astonished him deeply.

Yet before entering the dark forest, he first perceived a scorching gaze upon him.

The gap between Gu Linqian’s 998th rank and Wang Tianyu’s seventh was like night and day.

With one hand around her waist and the other holding cutlery, Lu Chengsi leaned close to her ear, his breath fresh and tickling, sending shivers through her entire body.

For the first time seeing such a timid Chi Zitong, Li Ninghan’s smile grew even brighter: “Nothing much! Just...” He reached toward Chi Zitong’s collar.

The Old Patriarch of Hongyun lectured for two full hours; Wu Qingtao’s backside went numb, but this was his first time attending the Old Patriarch’s lesson, so he dared not move.

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Mrs. Zhao was fine originally, only crying before the old master and complaining that he no longer managed affairs, that Lu Chengsi only listened to outsiders and bullied them.

While Jing Siyu was placed in hospital for treatment, Chu Jinyu coordinated with the hired assassin group to prepare for departure.

They had their doubts, but although the news came suddenly, it was official and truly came through their own channels. After confirmation, they dispatched people to track it, eventually arriving here.

At noon that day, the West Market bustled with merchants and numerous shops, showcasing a dazzling array of treasures: spices from the Western Regions, pearls from the South Sea, Persian carpets, rare agates, translucent crystals, splendid silks of soft texture. Clothing, warm charcoal, candles, and medicinal herbs—all were in abundance.

Hearing his tone, Chi Zitong smiled faintly, revealing white teeth: “When have I ever cared about her?” Li Ninghan knew she didn’t take it to heart, his brow relaxing.

But Liu Cong was gravely wounded, his survival uncertain, which he found hard to accept. Though not the original Liu Qi, his body and bloodline remained unchanged.

Those around saw Qin Yang stop, staring blankly at Wang Dong. They assumed Qin Yang awaited Wang Dong’s words or planned to seek help verbally, and each displayed a schadenfreude expression.

Watching the formidable Liu Kang leave, Liu Wuchen lightly stepped to follow his guard. Liu Kang guessed right; for the first person willing to follow him, Liu Wuchen indeed planned to grant some trust, especially since he was an elder, which made many things easier.

After feigning a couple of coughs, the previously vague iceberg of the Supreme Realm finally appeared before Zela and the others.

“Yao’er!” Mu Yuncheng was startled and ready to descend, but suddenly recalled he was in an illusion; this sudden appearance of Chu Shuiyao might just be a deceptive fantasy.

The reason they were so harshly suppressed was that some key cities of the Nosa people strictly enforced a zero-foreigner policy.

Hearing this, Jiang Shanxiu’s pupils contracted sharply behind the tree, fists clenched tightly, her heart full of anger and bitterness.

Of course, there were risks involved, and disobeying orders by leaving the pass to confront the enemy was also a crime.

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Xia Feng nodded and glanced back at the palace, admiring: “Although Lin Yuan is unscrupulous in extorting us, I have to admit, the guy is quite resourceful.”

Seeing “Yuan” lost in thought, the man in white shouted loudly, and because it aggravated his wound, he inhaled sharply.

Though smiling broadly, Guan Xin’s eyes gleamed with pride and arrogance. She knew this was all for Lin Xizhe’s benefit.

Had she not been on vacation, perhaps she would have been a bit more enthusiastic; unexpectedly, this person truly had leisure to spare.

—This Hu family ancestral tablet belonged to Duke Hu Gong Manwei Zhaozu, tracing back to Empress Dowager Hu’s father, Hu Guozhen. Below Hu Guozhen, twelve ancestral tablets marked each generation; the one broken this time was Hu Guozhen’s, placed near the center.

Qu Ou and Zhang Huayu likely took charge at home; nevertheless, Su Yishui’s power was indispensable.

Guan Xin didn’t hesitate; she wanted to save Liu Che, but never at the cost of sacrificing her own child to seek Mu Ze’s help. If she couldn’t have both, then she would bear the burden alongside Liu Che.

“All right! You go ahead and be busy then.” Xiao Ran hung up, sensing something behind Bao Ya’s words—perhaps business wasn’t going well.

Hong Ren was delighted and secretly summoned Hui Neng that very night to pass on the Dharma—thus Hui Neng became the Sixth Patriarch of Chinese Chan Buddhism and the founder of Southern Zen.