Volume One, Chapter 43: There Must Be One

Song Chuxiao was too lazy to argue with someone stubborn. "Alright, I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m going to find Xiaoyuer now." With that, he got off the car.

Huo Tingxiao’s aura was low and steady as he watched the comings and goings at the People’s Hospital. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was grateful for her help; he disliked owing favors to anyone. With these thoughts, he started the car and left the hospital without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingran entered the hospital and, after stating she had come to apply as an assistant, was led to a classroom. By then, about four or five people had already arrived—men and women gathered in a corner chatting. Shen Qingran found a quiet corner to sit.

Soon, two people dressed in...

"This kind of play is deadly," Shen Qingwu, nearly out of breath, weakly said to Gu Jingfeng after recovering. "You’re not even in the ward; if the old lady wants to talk to someone, who else would it be?" Yuan Si glared at him, thinking perhaps the old lady had just woken up, noticed the child next to her bed, and felt uneasy, so she took the child to her own bed to hold and comfort.

Jiu Luo felt uneasy under his gaze, but forced a calm expression, especially in her eyes, which appeared as still and deep as an ancient well—without a trace of nervousness or deceit.

However, during this round of the Ten Directions Hunt, after talks among major powers, a piece of news emerged that sent countless demon cultivators into a frenzy of shock.

Shen Qingwu fiercely targeted the current Empress Dowager of Chen with sharp words. Even the battle-hardened Empress Dowager, who had weathered countless storms, couldn’t withstand Shen Qingwu’s relentless and biting sarcasm. She raised her voice angrily and attempted to slap Shen Qingwu.

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"Hey~ here they come~ here they come~" For the first time, voices came from three rooms as a door creaked open, revealing an elderly lady with a head full of white hair before Wang Jin. Though advanced in years, her back was straight, showing she was in robust health.

"You big-headed ghost! Just you wait..." Fu Xiaoya turned away in anger, refusing to pay any more attention to Bu Feifan.

Individual averages mean little because nature allows for chance and effort.

"I wonder how many top-grade spirit jade pieces Your Highness is willing to offer?" Su Yunliang cautiously asked, curious about how much Luo Tianqiong was prepared to present.

An elder saint at the third level of the top-tier Sage Realm stood firmly in front of Jun Lingtian as the strongest figure present.

March Snow spoke with deep emotion, a mix of disappointment and wistful sighing about the fleeting nature of life and the unpredictable twists of fate.

Yu Hu was confident, yet his tone was resolute, as if his quest was not merely for elixirs but something more profound.

He would neither shout for violence over a servant’s careless words nor act with haughty arrogance.

Qi Ruize pressed pause, crossed his hands over his abdomen, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, Liu Ming did not recognize Lin Ke. The soldier who first grabbed Lin Ke ordered her back to the room while shoving her, as if he would resort to force if she disobeyed.

This time, he brought me a rare treasure: the Underworld’s special brew, Meng Po’s Soup. It’s said that drinking Meng Po’s Soup will erase past memories, turning them to nothingness. Not only will I forget him, but I will also forget who I am, where I come from, and where I am going.

Han Jinyu had just learned to swim; her style was not very graceful, and the water pressure pressed against her from all sides.

I have no objections to running away from home, but right now, we face a dire problem—no money.

When Zhang Fu’s men came to beat me, I didn’t fight back because I had no backing. Even if I won, it would bring greater trouble, so I endured.

Watching the servants kneel before the ancestral altar, bowing their heads repeatedly, and hearing the cries from the inner chamber, even the old master couldn’t help but speak.

"Heh… I never imagined my own father would try to murder me! What wrong did I do? What did I do wrong that he must kill me? I..." Shen Bing grew emotional.

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"Eee-ya-ya... eeya..." Chen Yan’s mouth was blocked, unable to whistle, so she resorted to nasal sounds filled with discontent and a peculiar meaning.

Regarding Qian Xue’s matter, Du Zui and Jade Beauty were also aware and agreed wholeheartedly—no one could afford to be lenient with the boss’s enemy.

Eleven Lang’s fox face twisted in displeasure. Upon hearing the villainous word, Rong Zhen immediately knew it referred to Rong Lin, who had nearly shot Eleven Lang last time. In this fox’s heart, Rong Lin was a villain and a scoundrel.

"Weren’t you supposed to be watching a movie with Lin Hao today? Why are you still here?" Ling Xue asked in surprise.

This man, though somewhat patriarchal, was exceptionally good to his wife. At least Lu Ruxue could feel Mu Xuanyang’s tolerance toward her.

Obviously hinting for her to pay more attention to Su Jieyu, yet somehow dragging herself into it, Lian Pian opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. With red clouds rushing to her ears, she stomped her foot and left, saying, "I don’t care about you," in frustration.

Only the commander Sang Qi on this side, though not new to battlefields, was experiencing his first time as commander. Unlike Yan Yan’s nervousness, he was anxious yet composed, pacing anxiously in circles while holding his horse.

After completing a series of maneuvers, the armor on its body began to fall away, revealing a normal human form beneath.

At this thought, he looked up toward a nearby tree trunk radiating strong spiritual energy, its fruit still unripe.

Then, he discovered that the bookkeeping records inside were completely different from what he had seen before—somewhere along the way, everything had changed drastically.

Zhong Cang and Feng Hua, roaming the battlefield, made the demon beasts realize what a true harbinger of death was.

While speaking, I heard the greeter’s loud welcome. I turned to see Sun Mohan enter with a middle-aged man.

Just like back in the Cang Realm, when the little one confronted the Teng Snake, bloodline suppression was used.