Volume One, Chapter 34: Xiao Yudie’s Embrace

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Everyone was forced to reassess Fang Sheng and stop regarding him as an ordinary alchemist.

Jiang Ling knew that if he truly collapsed, this girl would surely come to hate him. She was gentle, yet icy from head to toe. He had no idea how to make her accept his help. In the end, he could only pass the benefit on to Hu Zhibo.

It all began when a student named Sanhuo posted on the forum that a stunning new freshman had joined the university’s acting department. He even uploaded several photographs of Song Ran’s profile and back, prompting many students to ask for her contact information beneath the post. Because the post became so popular, it was eventually pushed to the front page.

Most of the people here were rather simple and honest, so they also considered the needs of customers buying vegetables. Su Tian, however, did not need such consideration—after all, she was not the only one eating.

After all, if one became Wenren Yuan’s disciple, then even a complete good-for-nothing could probably be trained into someone capable. Even without achieving a particularly high level of cultivation, one would still have a place in the cultivation world. Who could possibly resist such an opportunity?

Indeed, whether in his hometown, Spring City, or Flower City, he had never experienced hardship in life, nor had he seen much of it. He had never understood the valley and had even less right to judge its people.

A purple river, like a hazy ribbon of smoke, wound through a tranquil and peaceful hamlet and town.

This was a stall in the market district that sold cultivation manuals. On the surface, it offered only a few low-grade human-tier manuals of uncertain authenticity.

Who could have expected that the moment he rose, the people in the courtyard would rush inside? Yet their furious expressions vanished instantly when they saw Xie Yuchun.

Unlike Pei Xichi’s tenderness and meticulousness when treating wounds, Ji Qingli’s movements were extremely rough.

Liu Ci frowned at the heavy wooden door. If her gaze had possessed any real destructive power, she would have stared straight through the door panel.

“So the other nations have returned to provide reinforcements,” Xi Meng said. After all, the five great nations had now joined forces and would never stand idly by.

Because it had never been properly cured, the dog-fur coat not only smelled terrible but also shed whenever it was tugged. Liu Ci was utterly helpless about it. There was nothing she could do; it seemed she would have to replace her “new clothes” every winter.

Just as she was about to leave in disappointment, she saw the body of the Mercedes begin to move, rocking with a distinct rhythm. Ning Xia froze for a moment, and her face immediately flushed red. She had never eaten pork, but she had seen pigs run; she knew perfectly well what the people inside the car were doing.

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All the scions of aristocratic families who were unwilling to follow them completely or who did not truly trust them were sent back to their hometowns by Zhang Lei and Nangong Ao. They could not possibly kill these people, so they might as well send them home to guard their ancestral estates.

Ever since Qin Guangling had spoken frankly with Gu Jiaqi that day about her wanting Qin Bi, he had returned home and remained bedridden with a high fever.

The world of mages was isolated and arrogant. In their eyes, even an outstanding swordsman was no different from an ordinary commoner. Who would come to save Liu Ci?

Lin Xi stared at the quest to aid disaster victims on the mission interface, still unable to believe it. Only after reading through the details several times did she dare confirm that the task truly required nothing more than helping the disaster victims. There were no monsters to kill and no boss to defeat.

The stone-paved courtyard had no gate. God never stopped anyone from approaching Him. Even so, the people streaming toward the church in the city center stopped in the street more than ten yards away. As more and more people gathered around the church, all discussion gradually ceased.

Whispers continued to rise throughout the auction hall. After a long while, a man seated near the front finally shouted, sounding slightly impatient.

Whether this transport ship was intended for the sea or the sky, they might feel unwilling, but they could understand the decision to some extent.

“If I can complete the challenge quest, I might be able to reach Class A this time,” Number Eighteen, the mature beauty, said, shooting Jiang Che a flirtatious glance.

“I’m asking you whether Xu Fu, that old monster Xu—in other words, the Great Xu Pill you people speak of—is really still alive,” Zhang Beinan asked.

“I set up this barrier myself. Why wouldn’t I be able to enter?” Yan Xiu bent down and leaned toward me.

Besides… perhaps I could write Yan Xiu so that he would never fall in love with An Sheng. Then none of this would have happened.

Just then, Lu Yuan suddenly heard a sound coming from the bushes ahead. His second uncle and the villager heard it as well.

Mu Yunbing lifted Xiao Ruoxi into his arms. Xiao Changfeng opened the car door and was preparing to get in when a cool, clear voice suddenly rang out.

Xia Lan’s room was at the very end of the corridor, directly beside the office of the company’s chief executive, President Qian. The door was ajar. Wang Xinjian gave two perfunctory knocks before pushing it open and entering.

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“I don’t even know what I kicked just now. It seemed to be a stone, and I simply lost my balance,” I lied without the slightest change in expression.

In the end, even Ye Mu began to feel embarrassed listening to them. These people were all shrewd and knew he was not someone to provoke, so their flattering words came without end.

The emperor’s cold eyes carried a hint of viciousness as they suddenly swept toward Xiao Xiwei.

While Lin Fan was away, Zhao Mingqing was run off his feet. The main reason was that the prescription for treating anorexia had been developed, attracting the attention of countless people.

Chu Xizhi let out a soft laugh. She threw back the covers, rose, and changed her clothes herself. Only then did she call in the maids waiting outside to attend to Xiao Xiwei’s washing and dressing.

As he spoke, his expression remained indifferent, as though the rulers of the various states were no more than water flowing through a river or fish swimming in it. He, the King of Qin, merely watched calmly as one performance ended and another began. In the end, they were all fleeting illusions, while he, the King of Qin, would be the final victor.

He told Bai Ziyu everything that had happened to the unfortunate man today, and Bai Ziyu’s brow furrowed as well. The unfortunate man had once protected him for a time, so Bai Ziyu felt grateful toward him and was therefore especially concerned about the matter. However, this was ultimately a family affair of the Qin clan, and by rights, it would be better for an outsider not to interfere.

Officials of the same rank could differ enormously depending on their posts, but that did not mean that someone in a more advantageous position could order around someone whose post was merely less prestigious.

This was a demon elder in appearance. The moment he emerged, his eyes began darting back and forth between Lin Long and the Demon King of the Northern River Domain.

“What happened?” Ziyan asked, her face filled with confusion. Seeing that Hong Yu’s expression was strange, she hurried into the room after her.

His other leg turned into an ice sculpture, followed by his arm. Then his torso froze, and finally even the head that emerged became a block of ice.

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