Volume One, Chapter 42: Emergency Treatment for a Child with an Abdominal Injury Pierced by Tongs

Returning to her room, Shen Qingran set down her bag.

She lay down on the bed to relax, though her sleepiness felt fragmented. Fearing that if she fell asleep now she would suffer from insomnia later in the night, Shen Qingran sprang up with a kip-up.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she headed downstairs, planning to take a stroll outside and grab a bite to eat so she could muster enough energy for the evening.

Downstairs, seeing the infatuated look on the young girl at the front desk, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

Quickly stepping out of the guesthouse, Shen Qingran walked toward the main street.

From afar, she could hear the overlapping cries of peddlers, and the bustling street was crowded with bobbing heads.

Occasionally, a car would drive past, and an adult chasing a child in the middle of the road would give them a sound scolding right on the backside.

Shen Qingran relaxed...

Suddenly, Dong Zhanyun’s expression twisted in agony as he began tearing off his own clothes. The old man struck Dong Zhanyun’s soft numbness pressure points, dragged him over to the bathhouse, and poured a little water over his head.

After a moment of thought, Peng Mo frowned and said, "My cousin didn't mean to do it, and she also bumped her head. Who knows how she's doing now?" Her tone was laced with deep concern.

Yang Feng led his remnant troops all the way to the foot of Mount Zhongnan just as day was breaking. Glancing back to find no pursuers, he finally halted and ordered the soldiers to sit down and rest. But right at that moment, a troop of soldiers charged out from behind a nearby mountain, heading straight for them. Terrified, Yang Feng ordered his men to prepare for battle.

Enjoying the look of terror on Peng Mo's face and listening to her idiotic remarks, Ruyu lowered her gaze and chuckled softly. "This concubine pays her respects to the Empress." She sank into a slight curtsy, the phoenix-tail hairpins on her head swaying gracefully with the movement, serene and modest.

Dong Zhanyun remained entirely unperturbed. Then, ripples began to spread through the space around them as the Shadow Falcons, lurking in the darkness, made their move. "Ugh!" Before the many jackal guards could even react, they let out a mournful cry and collapsed into lifeless corpses.

"From what I understand, the militia led by Chen Ning has pacified the bandit troubles in southwestern Shandong and is deeply supported by the local people, who affectionately call them the people's own army. Such a force is precisely what our revolution urgently needs, and I believe we should make every effort to win Chen Ning over to join our Tongmenghui," Qiu Peizhen stated.

On Mount Wudang, inside the Zixiao Palace, Daoist Master Xuanzhen paced back and forth across the room. The dim, flickering oil lamp stretched his shadow into a long silhouette, while outside, pristine snowflakes drifted down, and the biting wind howled incessantly, accompanied by the creaking sound of doors and windows swinging back and forth.

"Chen, thank you for your help to the Empire. I believe this lecture will certainly be welcomed by the Imperial Navy, just like your lecture on 'Trench Warfare' at the Imperial Army Military Academy," William expressed gratefully.

Old Qian felt a sense of utter disdain in his heart. With a slight clench of his withered palm, he directly intercepted the massive fire dragon right within his hand. With a forceful squeeze, he instantly crushed the fire dragon into nothingness!

Meanwhile, under Yelin's attentive care, Geling slept exceptionally soundly. When she hazily opened her sleepy eyes and saw the palm in front of her, she froze for a moment before snapping back to reality.

Outside the Imperial Garden, Zhu Siyun dispensed with the tropes of Qing dynasty dramas. Instead, she took a few steps back and mimicked how A-jiao and the others paid their respects to her: she knelt, stretched out her hands, slowly crossed them, bent forward until her forehead touched the back of her hands flat against the ground.

Still, this was for the best. She had previously felt that using Yu Yang to deal with Bu Jinqing was a bit of a waste, but now it seemed it didn't really matter.

Yet Lu Chengfu was genuinely a good person; he had risked his life to save her on multiple occasions, and she couldn't break through the defenses at the bottom of her heart.

"I want to uncover the red cloth, is that alright?" Ignoring Chu Chu's question entirely, Chu Qingyue looked excitedly at the silky red fabric.

"I'll say it again, it has nothing to do with you. I keep my word!" Bu Xu said, his words carrying a double meaning.

"Gong Yu." The stubbly-faced man had been watching his wife with worry-filled eyes the entire time. Even when Chu Chu mentioned that she might return their slave contracts in the future, he didn't react in the least.

Yin Zhan found it a bit strange. Although the other party had provoked them first, they hadn't gained any advantage and had instead been beaten quite badly—why on earth was Ya Zai so furious?

Digging into his ear and ignoring the matter entirely, he aimed at the distant trash can, mimicking the way modern people throw darts, and with a 'bang,' tossed the apple core right inside.

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At this moment, the look of confusion on her face naturally did not escape the National Master's eyes. With his hands clasped behind his back, an aura of effortless detachment emanated from him, completely devoid of any aggressive pressure.

After submitting my college application choices, I called the big-legged girl. She said she had finished hers too, choosing one located fairly close to my school. I was quite excited at the time, but then she hesitated and said she needed to tell me something, asking me not to get angry.

The Underworld is located even deeper down than the nether realm; the further down one goes, the heavier the Yin energy becomes. Moreover, the Underworld is precisely the gathering place for all grievances and Yin energy.

For seven consecutive floors, the environment remained identical, and the scratches on the walls were completely unchanged, with no differences whatsoever. The entire staircase seemed trapped in an infinite loop; no matter how we walked, we could not find a way out.

"We did find it, but this is a 1, which is useless." I frowned as I looked at the piece of white paper. According to the rules of the game, only by finding a piece of white paper with an even number could one succeed.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Ling turned deathly pale—not because she was frightened by Ning Fan's aura, but out of sheer terror at seeing Hou Qi suffer such a tangible, violent death.

Having not cultivated the Dao of Ghost Immortals, it could only faintly sense the existence of fate, yet it could also instinctively feel that this mysterious substance was continuously surging toward this place from all corners of the Federation.

"Alright, Yiqian said she's coming over on Sunday too, so you must host her properly. Yuan Jia, don't treat guests the way you used to!" Zhao Ziwei said while gesturing to Chen Yiqian.

Clumps of soul beasts gathered throughout the mountain range; if each cluster of soul beasts were treated as a point, connecting all the points together gave the impression of a formation. Could Tu Zhi's words actually be true, and Tianzhu had unknowingly slipped into the Primordial Soul Mountain Range?

Seeing that Liang Shan hadn't even struck, and that merely approaching his vicinity rendered him utterly paralyzed, Ximen Wanchun asked with a dry throat and utter terror in his voice. Although he was already a mid-stage Ghost King—far from the legendary realm of Ghost Immortals—he at least knew a few profound secrets.

Yet a pseudo-emperor of the Witch-Insect clan was actually hidden here; such behavior was no different from betraying the barbarian race. The Wolf God's true form was a Greedy Wolf that had lived for one million two hundred thousand years—for it to betray the barbarian race, it had to be related either to its lifespan or to the attainment of the pseudo-emperor Dao.