Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Arrival of the Wind Dream Group

Another knock on the door echoed, and the new formal wear was delivered, finally bringing an end to the endless petty mud-slinging between the two childish men.

The imperial physicians walked into the hall one by one, sweating profusely and trembling all over, only to be tossed out one after another.

He was around four or five years old, fair and tender, with chubby baby fat on his face—quite different from the thin and scrawny look of ordinary children. Although his clothes and shoes were not the newest fashion trends, they were spotless, clearly showing he was cherished at home.

Even a fool could figure it out: the Su family had already agreed to help, and Su Mo had recently performed brilliantly by saving Su Weiwei's life. This was a stroke of immense, heaven-sent fortune; if one were to establish a connection with Ye Kerou now, the profits would be astronomical.

This year, the idea had come up quite suddenly, which was why so many professional players were invited to hold an outdoor live-streamed challenge match.

Ye Kerou had never cooked before, but struck by a sudden impulse and feeling rather excited, she grabbed Ye Keqing and headed out right after finishing her meal.

Ning Fei had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he strode after her, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her into a corner.

Ye Jinglan leaned down, loosening his grip on her hand to firmly imprison her entire body within his embrace, yet refusing to halt his actions.

Hearing this, the Prince of Yan felt his heart sink. What an ungrateful and obstinate old fool, he thought, casting a sidelong glance at Ruan Yanluo.

The warrior overseer stared fixedly at the sturdy, dark-complexioned middle-aged man for a long moment before withdrawing his whip.

Mother Ping did not dare run her mouth again, because the sensation of true flames scorching the soul was simply too agonizing—a pain beyond ordinary human imagination. Yet it was only natural; if even cultivators found the method excruciating, it was hardly a wonder that an ordinary mortal could endure it.

By this time, two days had already passed since the announcement was made, news coverage broke, investigations began, and countermeasures were discussed. During the day, the film crew shot scenes on the roof of the Empire State Building, while at night, the cast and crew occasionally caught Producer Aman shining brightly on the television in their hotel.

"Let's go take a look." The Japanese soldier walked toward the blocked road with a triumphant air, having driven away the enemy and easily claimed victory.

In such an unknown situation, charging in blindly was out of the question. If a dozen or so elders and deacons could not subdue the target, charging in further would serve little purpose.

What kind of terrifying marksmanship was this? It was simply inhuman, completely surpassing the imagination of every Japanese cavalryman.

Yet, just now, after Aman walked over, he actually remembered someone like her whom he had only met once. How... how polite of him.

A massive ghostly-faced red spider also took flight, opening its mouth to spew out a giant web in an attempt to trap Lin Feng within.

King Longjue and the others almost spewed a mouthful of old blood. Cheng Buyun was simply too shameless. Clearly, he had just been cursing King Yanzhu as trash, yet now he changed his tune, claiming he had come to buy trash. Anyone listening to the sharp contrast between his previous and current statements would find it baffling, sluggish, and utterly absurd—both astonishing and laughable.

Before setting out on his campaign, Li Dongsheng had been studying agriculture and had taught the people of Liu Family Village many farming techniques.

In truth, that eccentric Chen Haoran was also a legendary figure much talked about by the human race. Many people knew he had married and had children in his twenties, but as for his sons, their aptitudes baffled everyone. Most concluded that Chen Haoran himself was simply too defies-the-heavens, and ordinary people could never compare.

"Mom, are you talking about Anna?" Just as Xu Duan was agonizing over what to do, Anna's crisp, clear voice came through the receiver into the ears of Xu's mother and father, giving them both a sudden start.

Rushing into the backcourt, Martin took three huge strides, leaped into the air, and violently slammed the basketball down into the Star Team's hoop.

Naturally, had it not been for Hao Jin's gesture, this wealthy mainland guest would have already been very politely escorted down and received a severe yet courteous warning from Manager Ah Ming.

It was just as hot as the previous day, but perhaps drawing from yesterday's experience, Yuncheng gritted his teeth, held his breath, and even submerged his head entirely in the water.

"A person like Xu Duan should have been canceled long ago. I really don't know how he managed to survive until now. On one hand, he fools the audience, and on the other, he looks down on them. It's simply laughable that someone like that is still allowed on stage!" said Han Jinsheng.

Yet how could they possibly believe that a young man like Li Dongsheng possessed such qualifications? Moreover, judging by his attire and demeanor, he certainly did not look like any of Wu Zetian's sons.

Yet it was precisely this remark that dispelled humanity's doubts about deities and convinced the world that immortals truly existed in this realm.

Especially his eyes, brimming with confidence and youthful vitality, which gave anyone who looked at him an extraordinary impression.

For a time, the few patrons scattered across the bar were captivated by her piano playing, casting focused gazes in her direction.

At that very moment, a man's voice suddenly rang out from nearby, instantly drawing both of their attention.

Meanwhile, after returning to his studio, Nan Binghuai felt deeply unsettled. This was not because the R-76 research project had temporarily stalled, but because he recalled his conversation with Zhu Xu. A wave of guilt washed over him; here he was lecturing others on grand principles, yet when the matter landed on his doorstep, had he ever truly cared for his own family?

Furthermore, every autumn when the new school year began, a certain eye disease commonly known as "pinkeye"—medically called keratitis—would spread among the students. This ailment typically lasted for about two weeks before disappearing entirely.

Seeing Su Huiyi in this state, Su Qingyang beside him could not help but sneer. However, changing the subject, he began discussing strategic deployments and defense measures against the Wa people with Su Shengbai. Only then did Su Shengbai gradually calm down. Su Huiyi listened quietly for a moment before excusing herself and walking straight out of the main hall.

The reconstructed spirit academy was even more magnificent than before; although their cultivation levels might not match past precedents, their combat prowess was not necessarily inferior.

To Li Qingyun's surprise, while the slovenly man was gorging himself on food and drink over there, the bespectacled man sharing his table actually strolled over to Li Qingyun's table.

Under normal circumstances, a merchant seeking to invest would show considerable respect to government officials who held authority over them.

Furthermore, both he and Xue Kemei were direct eyewitnesses to Zhao Tiangang's suspected kidnapping case at the Hexi County Cement Factory, and thus they needed to provide relevant testimonies.

Kong Qiu already understood in his heart: since the Primordial Emperor Ancestor of Creation and the Eight Saints who protected the heavens could not escape their fate, how could the three of them hope to do so? Invitations for this final exploration of the Smiling Ancestor's secrets numbered only three in the entire world, and since he was fortunate enough to receive one, he naturally could not decline.

Fang Bi's acting was explosive and his movements professional, but his lines were so atrocious that even Chen Che found them unbearable. If Fang Bi were allowed to improvise further, heaven knows how offensive his cursing would become. Rueing the mess he had created, Chen Che felt such profound regret that he almost abandoned his plan to fake an escape.

As for why the Marquis of Jingchuan suspected Qin Fengyi's lineage simply upon seeing the red mole on Qin Tongyi's face, it was not based on any concrete evidence. His momentary suspicion could only be attributed to a powerful, instantaneous intuition.