Volume One, Chapter 23: The Noble Second Brother

Once again, it was that hypocritical talk of moral superiority—Su Ningxia had heard it countless times before. In her previous life, she had poured her heart and soul into nurturing Second Su’s dream of becoming a doctor, yet he only managed to scrape by to a barely acceptable level. Truthfully, he had neither talent nor aptitude for medicine, and was prone to laziness, constantly ordering others around and enjoying the fruits of their labor without effort. This attitude would make him unwelcome in any profession, not just medicine.

Soon, First Su was sent back home. His leg was still injured, and even after treatment, he would walk with a limp. The army issued a dismissal order, phrased with particular courtesy. It was delivered personally by Fu Zhilin. As for compensation, it was a mere handful of coins—who would care for such paltry recompense? The loss to the family was considerable...

Lan Lingfeng returned to her own room, closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly slid to the floor.

The envoy represented the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty; the ceremonial guards, escorts, and banners were all meticulously regulated by the Ministry of Rites.

The nightscape of City A was quite beautiful, especially when viewed from the top floor of the Imperial Palace. Neon lights sparkled, creating a dazzling panorama.

Ling’er understood what he meant; naturally, he referred to entrusting her with managing the shop’s business after marrying Xiao Ran. Her heart was sweet, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush, and she smiled shyly.

Qi’s mother was always most fearful of the old master. She never dared to disobey his words, not even slightly.

After the Battle of Yaping, Li Yan’s fame soared—not only for his unparalleled beauty but also for his brilliant strategies and grand vision. The world marveled at this heir of Rongnan, and their unease regarding the unpredictable Battle of Yu Rong grew ever deeper, leaving them restless and worried.

This youth was not only the top blacksmith of the Nangong family but also possessed extraordinary cultivation. He actually achieved a decisive victory against the Iron Tower, a martial master of the ninth rank.

Zhong Tianhe said nothing, continuing to gaze gloomily at the car window. His eyes seemed to pierce through to Yin Tianchao and Shu Mo outside, yet also to cut into Su Hao.

After speaking, Guan Qihong strode toward the door. Before closing it, he couldn’t help but glance again at Lian Rong, who seemed reluctant to part from Ling Xi. He smiled helplessly, turned away with a sense of desolation, and departed.

Within the Celestial Fox Clan, two elders spat blood instantly—they were clearly the controllers of the formation and had suffered backlash.

He Cai understood Baronsai's intention: if he returned safely, it would surely arouse the suspicions of the Grand Mage and others. If he was to help with peace of mind, he had to ensure no loose ends remained.

He never expected that Xiao Long would choose such a bizarre way to die, especially since Xiao Long wasn’t yet at the end of his rope.

On their journey, Zhao Yuan and his companions hurried along, keeping their movements hidden. Before reaching West Mountain, they hadn’t contacted any spies, and knew nothing of the news behind them. It was only when Liu Zhijing spoke that they learned of the attack on the convoy.

On stage, Pang Hai was enthusiastically introducing things when suddenly he paused, his expression turning awkward.

“Could it be that the one who sealed Quan’er was also from the Innate Divine Hall?” The sunset suddenly speculated.

This was incredibly easy for Ye Min; the pay was decent, and since there weren’t many students on weekends, she was simply given two days off each week.

Next came the seats of the elders, all true cultivators of the Dao Platform—three hundred and sixty-seven in total. Among them were Fu Dekun, Yu Zhizhuan, Zhu Jian, Zhao Yuyang, Zou Bing Shuang, Immortal Yunlian, Liu Qinglong, and Zhou Changfei.

Qin Yue was unaware that Jian Ran was not asleep. The moment he stepped out of the room, Jian Ran opened her eyes.

Gluttonous You’s eyes burned with fury as he brought down blade and sword upon Zhu Bu Fan. Zhu Bu Fan’s spear blocked the attack, and the surge of vital force created visible ripples in the space, spreading outward.

I gazed into the distance; wind and snow could not hinder my sight. I saw the ancestors of Dragon Clan slaughtered in blood and fire, saw a ship rampaging through the skies, destroying magnificent cities, and saw an escape route paved with corpses and blood.

Nan Gong Yuhuan had no idea what the two were saying about her behind her back, but she and Yulan had already guessed the Emperor’s motives and intentions. She felt no panic, only resolved to stay as far from him as possible in the future, avoiding trouble whenever she could.

Daddy had already been upset yesterday over Mommy coming home late. Today, he finally had a chance for reconciliation—she must not let it slip away.

“Of course, if there’s anything you need from me, just say the word.” The Sword Spirit, still unable to change its old-fashioned way of speaking, replied with elderly grandeur.

Qin Leng couldn’t help but pay attention to Yu Lan Zhen; he remembered the name only because of his habit of never forgetting what he read.

Sister-in-law was a sensible woman. She understood the gravity of the situation and probably thought, “I stabbed someone, and not being imprisoned is already a blessing—what’s the point in talking about money?”

The manager was adept at handling affairs—he met all kinds of people daily. He remembered Luo Mingxuan, a wealthy young man, from his visits, and guessed that those who played with him must be wealthy too. Having received help, he naturally had to offer some polite words.

Not daring to be negligent, Letian straightened his attire, ordered Zhang Biao to open the door, and personally greeted the guests outside.

“Since Qingqiu is the kingdom of fox spirits, we aren’t entirely without clues. If we follow the trail of the nine-tailed fox, perhaps we’ll find something.” I looked at everyone and said.

Just as she stepped out of the restroom, I suddenly struck, wrapping a wire around her neck.

Staying by Zhang Xiu’s side was much safer than staying with Liu Bei.

In the blink of an eye, the two left the tarmac with arms around each other’s shoulders—neither even knew the other’s name.

Instantly, Chang Ming shot like lightning, merging completely into the silhouette of the black figure.

After the three-tailed fox surfaced, its gray-white belly facing upward, it lay motionless on the sea, like a dead turtle.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. But he didn’t show it—he almost got fooled himself.

The roaring of the train unsettled Qiu Shuang, who was used to a quiet life. He gently patted his forehead, rose, and poured himself a glass of water. Perhaps because of his profession, he didn’t choose warm water, but boiling hot water.

“You brothers... hmm, I never intended to let you live.” Lin Ruo looked at Yuan Shang and his brother as she spoke.

Longan? Lin Ruo was stunned. Longan was her favorite fruit in her previous life, yet since coming to this world, she’d never seen it again. Zhu Ya was in Hainan Island, where tropical fruits abound—there should be plenty of longan.

“No worries, I’ll have my undead keep watch!” Upon hearing Anya’s words, Jiang Yang casually cut her off and replied coolly. Leona and Mavi knew what kind of person Jiang Yang was; he never went back on his word.

“Everyone quiet down! This isn’t an illness—someone is casting a spell!” Mei, with a commanding voice, shouted above the crowd. Though worried herself, she was the Shadow, and her expertise in ninjutsu far surpassed Tianyi, an outsider, and Bai, who only knew her clan’s secret techniques.