Volume One, Chapter 33: No Loan! I’ll Keep It Safe for You.

"Is this true? You aren't trying to deceive me, are you? Do not try to trick an old person like me. My mind is perfectly clear; I am not suffering from the senile dementia you might imagine."

To avoid going hungry, one must set aside pride when necessary. Consider it giving them a little face, playing along with their foolishness—at least one’s pockets are full of cash.

Once those pitch-black eyes turned serious, they became sharp and imposing, leaving no room for any lie to hide.

Wave after wave of sword rain fell entirely within the circle, vanishing into thin air just as before. Then, the rain struck a high mountain dozens of miles away, riddling the peaks with holes and causing the earth to rumble.

The excruciating pain caused the beauty-snake to convulse violently, igniting its infinite hatred and latent potential. With a desperate strike, it sank its sharp, venomous fangs into Ming Chongyan's left arm. Ming Chongyan, a ruthless man himself, immediately used a dagger to gouge out about two inches of flesh from the wound.

Wu Zhao’s expression darkened instantly. "No wonder she was so adamantly opposed to the marriage between Taiping and the Prince of Wei; it turns out she had other plans. I am truly a senile old fool, nearly breaking up a pair of lovebirds—" She then corrected herself, "No, that’s not the right metaphor. She is more like a golden phoenix emerging from a humble nest." The irony was blunt.

Last night, Qiao Lixue discovered the room card and had Chu Yun make preparations in advance, installing a pinhole camera in the room that was impossible to detect with the naked eye.

He Lan-jin watched her newly developed game, lost in focus, while An Nuan, who had been crouching under the table before she arrived, felt her legs go numb.

He had always been groomed as a presidential candidate. Many years ago, he understood the burdens he would have to bear and accepted them without complaint. He kept moving forward, completing one task after another, achieving one goal after another, with no time to stop and consider himself.

"It’s fine. Just tell her the clothes are old and you'll buy her new ones tomorrow," He Lan-jin said.

She smiled, and he wanted to smile too; she cried, and he felt even more heartbroken than she did. He wanted to protect her smile; as long as she was happy, he would be willing to give her his very heart.

He had been furious about this for a long time. So, at the first light of dawn, he came to lodge a complaint with the White Tiger Emperor.

"Just go buy another bird and let the cat go." Le Caiwei walked over, took the cat that Shudi was holding, and placed it on the windowsill. "That’s enough. Don’t treat me like a fool."

The Zhu family’s navy used five-tooth warships, the advantage of which was their massive hulls, capable of carrying large numbers of marines and a diverse array of weaponry.

Zhang Qian hurriedly concealed his presence. Looking from afar, he was shocked to see the figure of the Mad Daoist. The Mad Daoist still appeared as a demon, yet before him stood a crystalline barrier, shimmering with the endless laws of the Dao.

"This is all because of you!" she screamed madly, reaching out to shove Tian Tiantian.

"It's alright. Once you do it once, you'll do it twice; you’ll get used to it after a few more times," Feng Qirui said earnestly.

This Daluo Golden Immortal stared fixedly at Zhang Qian and Gai Xianfan within the Divine Sword Mountain Range, his vast Daluo divine pressure crushing the void, leaving people struggling to breathe.

A black phantom flashed across the rafters of the dwelling, landing steadily on the beam before concealing its form and lurking in the darkness.

A wave of anger welled up in Tang Xuan’s heart. This was the cold, hard rule of this world: only the nobility were worthy of living well, while the lives of others were as humble as blades of grass.

Fists and spear-tips collided once more, erupting into a terrifying burst of energy that rippled across a hundred miles, echoing and refusing to dissipate.

"I’ve got food." Li Le tore open the flatbread in his hand and distributed it to the other children. The "unlucky one" who had been cornered against the wall also cautiously bypassed Luo Qingqing to rejoin the group of companions.

"Mother, Qingjun brought over a rabbit yesterday. We stewed it, and Father couldn't bear to eat it, so he saved a bowl for you. He told me to heat it up for you," Qinglian said as she walked toward the kitchen.

He Peng was stunned once more. Just then, Hai Ye suddenly let out a beast-like roar; he could no longer bear the pain and cried out.

However, brewing wine required a vast amount of grapes, so Tang Xuan had to cultivate them himself to sustain the consumption.

Of the batch that arrived in their town, four collapsed immediately. Three were merely demoralized, but one was truly delirious with fever.

Seeing the soldiers wanting to flee, the督戦队 (supervising team) readied their weapons. They had done this many times before, and the soldiers below were naturally terrified.

He had been suffering a headache over how to resolve the situation at Lizhen Temple. After all, this was the Dongsheng Divine Continent of the Buddhist realm; if he truly made things difficult for Lizhen Temple, there would inevitably be complications. Since Ji Dian had resolved the matter, no matter the method, he could set his mind at ease and accept the favor.

Zhao Qianqian withdrew her gaze, only to see the captive Hate Luohua in the carriage, her eyes blinking with a flattering expression as her body was restrained by spells.

Now that the King of Xian had no heir to inherit the title, only he could succeed. Having finally resolved the matter that had worried him for so long, how could he not be happy?

The entertainment section reported on Xu Xian’s trip to China to participate in a film shoot. Zhang Xian was fast asleep in the hotel; he had drunk quite a bit last night, and Chinese baijiu was no joke. Peng Shaohua had had a great time and was still clamoring for a second and third round.

Meanwhile, the patrons dining nearby, rather than stepping in to help, each pulled out their phones to record the scene.

Sergeant Ushijima, relieved, stood up. Just as he prepared to charge, he witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Sun Wukong’s aura changed abruptly. A sharp, icy glint flashed in his eyes, his pupils shimmering with golden light, his presence as majestic as a saint.

"It’s fine. From this moment on, you no longer need to worry about Feng Qingyang," Liu Kunjian said.

The atmosphere was heated to a boil. Even as the second round began, the intensity showed no sign of waning, and the shouts of support for Lin Haoyu echoed throughout the arena.

Ying Zhou walked in and saw Jian Yunyou "fast asleep," a doting smile appearing on his handsome face.

"Though this year's song festival is quite interesting—the male singers collectively faced a Waterloo, and it’s all up to the girls," Wu Yaowei remarked.

Shouldn't that girl be an enemy of that person? Yet, the relationship between the two seemed... quite harmonious! Yin Ruojun suddenly felt she couldn't understand this world anymore.