Volume 1, Chapter 61: Rumors Are Half True

Shen Qingran drew a sharp breath, realizing she had practically stumbled into a hornet's nest of tip-offs.

"Doctor Shen, don't worry too much. I heard Doctor Qin is strongly backing you, so nothing should come of this."

Looking at Qin Xiangnan across the room, who was busy consulting patients, Shen Qingran felt an overwhelmingly complex mix of emotions.

How could it possibly have no impact?

Let alone in this era where relations between men and women were treated with extreme severity—even a decade or two later, anyone receiving such a denunciation letter would still face a thorough investigation.

She bit her lower lip. Some matters only backfired the more you tried to suppress them.

Qin Xiangbei was currently a valued talent specially invited back by the hospital, so the director naturally had to give him some face.

But what about afterwards?

One or two times could be resolved, but every time...

Several hours passed before the rate at which her body devoured the spiritual energy of the celestial crystals gradually slowed and finally came to a halt.

Since that was the case, it would be better to move the old man to a new living environment where he could both be looked after in his daily life and be given an opportunity to contribute his remaining strength. With Ma Changkun's consent, his designated place of residential surveillance was set at the First Company of the Special Police Regiment.

Jian Qin: I brought plenty of clothes, more than enough for washing and changing. The notice at the time said it would take a week, or perhaps a bit longer.

Approaching the magic crystal apparatus, Ma斯 cast a seemingly casual glance at Lorraine, thinking smugly to herself that witnessing the birth of a first-tier mage must fill this fellow with intense jealousy. Everyone aspired to become a mage, after all, but that required possessing the proper aptitude.

Warm applause erupted, coming not only from the spectator stands but also from the young mages gathered in the arena.

"Dead men have no need to know such things." Another burly man said, tossing his head aside. The other three thugs caught the signal and slowly closed in around the carriage.

Sure enough, attacking from a different angle, it launched another assault from an inconspicuous spot. This time, however, aside from Jin Siniang and Tu Shaozhong who had previously deployed their shields, Shui Ruyun and the silent Hong Linfeng on our side also joined the defensive line.

Traveling and sightseeing along the way, the group finally returned to Chang'an a month before the New Year.

Meanwhile, Dong Hu tightly clamped his grip around Changkong Qiu's neck, ready to snap it at any moment. Lin Yatong drew the switch for the collar; although they had constantly been on guard against Dong Hu, they had never expected him to betray them at such a moment. Had they known, they never should have released him.

The killing intent surrounding Lin Xiangtian had condensed into substance. Centered around him, a massive spiderweb of cracks fractured the ground in all directions.

Pian Gu of the Xibaoqi clan listened and nodded in deep agreement. Gang An was not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts, standing out as one of the best in the tribe, but he was also remarkably steady, making him perfectly suited for battle in such a situation.

In truth, Zhang Zhijie's heart felt somewhat heavy. He lacked confidence in himself and harbor some doubts about Lu Wan, yet the fate of Da Niu, whom he placed his hopes in, remained shrouded in uncertainty between life and death.

Today, the two of them were bound to bring this great calamity of conferring gods to an end. If Zhunti won, the sect of the Shimen would carve out a glimmer of survival and continue to flourish, perhaps even reviving the eastward transmission of Buddhist teachings in days to come.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately circulated his cultivation technique, sending the flying sword before him hurtling toward the malevolent spirit. Strangely, when the flying sword struck the entity, there was no reaction whatsoever; it passed right through as if hitting nothing at all. Against an ordinary specter, such a strike would have instantly scattered its soul.

"I don't care whose feet the silver shoes are on, but you must kill the person wearing them. Only by slaying her and bringing the silver shoes to me will I send you home. Otherwise, you shall remain trapped here forever..." Oz roared furiously at Yang Yi, his voice remaining piercingly shrill.

"Are you serious? No ninjutsu, and if you fail to catch me three times, I win? What about the time limit? You aren't just going to play cat-and-mouse with me forever, are you?" Long Feng's eyes lit up as he fine-tuned the terms between them.

"Weeping Maitreya, I think you'd better spare yourself the trouble. What is the imperial court anyway? Scram off to the side; you're nothing more than a dog, what qualification do you have to meddle here!" The Ghost King rebuked unceremoniously. Baiyue chuckled with disdain nearby, and Centipede and the others burst into uproarious laughter, leaving Weeping Maitreya utterly humiliated.

Seeing the legendary Millennia Sword—described with such exaggerated mysticism in ancient texts—reduced to its current "appearance," Qin Guofu felt a profound sense of accomplishment and broke into an evil grin.

Affected by the Mind Stone at that moment, the steward firmly believed that Li Lingyi was the most important person in the world, one whose status overshadowed even the king, and thus answered with complete honesty.

The villagers had initially thought Tianxuanzi came with ill intent and began hurling curses the moment he entered. However, when he unfastened the binding spells on them one by one, sheepish smiles spread across their faces.

Later on, Qin Yuan took out some of the gems brought by Ye Liuli and sold a portion of them. Though they weren't completely sold out, a good number were disposed of.

"I have a method. While practicing it won't resolve Junior Brother Yin's bloodline issues, it can, to a certain extent, maximize the power of his thunder. Dean, please do not blame me." Emperor Xu also looked toward the Second Elder and said.

Shen Dafu disdainfully ignored Pei Zhi, turned around, and swaggered toward the front hall. Catching sight of Shen Mingtang turning out from the veranda, his face instantly collapsed into a bitter expression of deep sighing.

"Damn it, going on like this is far too passive, it's completely unviable!" Tang Long frowned in thought, simultaneously gathering his primordial energy and executing the Wind-Escaping Technique to hurriedly dodge the attacks of the magma flowers.

Seeing the dancing girl fling herself toward him, Tian Chenye not only failed to push her away but instead opened his arms wide and caught her in his embrace.

Shen Mingtang held no hope. To the others, it was as if clouds had obscured their vision, leaving only a hazy glow from which she had just recovered.

When it came to attacks, relying solely on his strength in primordial energy made him no match for these two men in black.

Furthermore, many secret passages had likewise been filled in; the Weasley twins would probably cry their eyes out in the restroom if they found out.

Thanks to the Transformer system, the symbol on Starscream's chest could switch back and forth freely between Autobot and Decepticon, a task that seemed no more demanding to him than a flick of the wrist.

Watching Yan Yunbei's grief-stricken yet helpless state, a wave of bitter taste surged up in Bingxue's throat, her limpid, placid eyes carrying a faint trace of moisture.

The disciple glanced at him without much thought and lowered his head to search his portable bamboo basket for beast cores.

Li Shi closed the page, exited the browser app, and shook his head, thinking that everyone's circumstances were different. Neither his nor Teacher Bai's situation fit any of the options in that reply.

In the past, he wouldn't even have bothered with such polite pleasantries. It was only because the aching sensation from fusing attribute points over the past few days had largely ceased to affect his daily movements that he managed to utter such a remark.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiao beside him felt a surge of competitive crisis welling up within, and his gaze toward Qi Tengyi was filled with fighting spirit.