Volume 1, Chapter 27: Seeking to Purchase the Primordial Yang Stone!

"Is there something wrong? Since you have come here, you are one of us. Or did you expect me to put you through a few years of trials first?" Guan Yu said sincerely.

Guan Yu was not that kind of person, so he naturally had no intention of harming Morgana for the time being; her worries were entirely unfounded.

Yet, what he failed to notice was that it was precisely these continuous efforts by the Emperor and the common people that finally emboldened the scholar-officials, shifting the debates within the Ministry of Light Screens toward technical discussions on how to benefit the people.

In the image, the bride and groom stood in the center, flanked closely by a crowd of people. Set against the backdrop of a castle hall, amidst a sea of flowers and echoing blessings, happiness was rendered tangible in that moment.

Zhang Sheng, steeling his heart and summoning his courage, untied the ropes and pulled Xu Huang up, tearing the rag from his mouth.

It was the same this time; although Lin Xiyue knew little of military affairs, she knew the situation was not critical.

That day, he had driven out of the hospital and somehow ended up at the entrance of her shop. He saw her washing cups—a scene he had witnessed before. When she noticed him and smiled, waving, he wanted to go down and speak with her, but he was held back by the thought of the bruises on his face.

This was one of the rare nights Jing Jun had slept in the Wuji Palace since favoring Concubine Liang; the Emperor had retired for the night.

The Great Sage was clearly indifferent to any so-called viruses. Fear was impossible for him; with his magical powers protecting his body, what external evil could ever enter?

Naturally, these shops sold either snacks and pastries unavailable elsewhere or cool, refreshing teas, fruit drinks, and alcoholic beverages, ranging from affordable to high-end prices.

Because of the scene caused at the Phoenix Hotel last time, Chen Weimin held quite a grievance against him and was very reluctant for Chen Nan to have any further dealings with him; it was inconvenient for him to bring it up.

The group nodded in unison, feeling even less favorably disposed toward this Liu Liang and that comrade Manman.

After drinking, he still felt a bit dizzy, sensing as if he had forgotten something.

However, for the current China, they truly dared not weather any more storms. The massive research they had invested in, if sabotaged, would result in a severe regression of the era.

After a long while, hearing no movement outside, Tian Qing'e peeked through the door, only to find that the hallway was already empty. She stomped her feet in anger.

The Heart of Atlantis was the entire power supply system for the mothership—a central energy system formed by millions of five-hundred-meter-tall hexagonal crystal "Tu-o" stones.

After all, the eighteen households present knew exactly where the meat had come from, even if Chen Ce did not point it out directly. Furthermore, they didn't have to mention it at all, but Uncle Hong San had spoken up, and the respected elders of the other families had also insisted on finding something to do.

Luo Cheng began buying shares of Fuxing Pharmaceutical on the Hong Kong stock market. With 500 million in capital, the entry had to be gradual, as the trading volume for Fuxing Pharmaceutical was not high, necessitating a slow accumulation of shares.

Just as Xiao Xue was feeling happy, a "bang" echoed, and a cloud of black smoke billowed from the alchemy furnace. Xiao Xue’s face turned as black as the bottom of a scorched pot in an instant.

Qin Lizhi stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. Although she had made a mark on it, she could no longer remember how to draw anything.

"I still remember how we used to play hide-and-seek together all the time!" Xi Shuang mentioned, pretending to be casual.

Mu Zixian looked completely bewildered, but deep down, he felt that Xi Shuang was somehow involved in the Dragon Prince's erratic behavior.

The two griffins were of similar levels—one at level 27 and the other at level 25. Their combat effectiveness should be quite decent, and as mid-level magical beasts, their population within the Endless Forest was terrifyingly large, making it convenient to use evolution templates.

He primarily chose divine arts that were calm, enduring, clear-headed, and agile—traits conducive to daily life and academic research—avoiding even the fervor that could make one impulsive or strange.

She really was muddled; this was not the modern society with shopping malls. Asking was pointless.

The three men suddenly erupted, launching a coordinated attack with lightning speed. Ye Huanghai had no time to react, watching helplessly as they struck; his body could not muster a defense, and he felt a bone-chilling sensation as if countless insects were crawling from his feet up to his head.

"Haha, in that case, let us die together. To tell you the truth, I have no antidote for the poison on that needle myself. Even if I die, taking one person down with me is enough." Yukimuraichi laughed maniacally, though a large amount of blood spilled from his mouth, looking truly terrifying.

It wasn't that the use of the ability caused weakness or shortened his lifespan; it was the "drop from the sky" mechanism. If released normally, Jallo would likely have landed head-first into the ground before detonating the Holy Flame shockwave.

The former Yuchi Ye was arrogant, looking down on everyone, living a life of self-indulgence, ignorant and fearless.

Moreover, John noticed that the experience bar under [Demon’s Derivation] had ticked up slightly.

After turning around, Ye Tianxin noticed her grandmother’s poor complexion and helped her sit on a nearby chair.

Only a crazy old man like John Wick would dare to do what no one had dared to do for centuries.

Song Jiemo was clearly the type who couldn't sit still. It just so happened that she and Wen Niannian were at the same school, and even though she didn't have classes, it was easy to arrange a meeting.

Furthermore, Pedro Gonzalez was no big shot; he was just a local thug with a bit of influence. Such a thug would lack the financial resources to hire an entire team of assassins to kill someone in Chile, especially a former company president like Michael.

Zhou Mi recognized him—Cen Jinkai, the most handsome guy in the village, perhaps a year or two older than her. He came from a wealthy background, and his demeanor was entirely different from everyone else in the village. In her past life, she had no interaction with him, so she merely glanced at him and looked away.

It seems that when I have no business, I really should buy a cross and pray at a church to change my luck.

The young man speaking was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed luxuriously with an extraordinary air. Accompanied by two bodyguards, he looked every bit the wealthy heir.

Zhai Shanshi observed Ye Tianxin through his lenses. As her seatmate, he could clearly sense the changes in her.