Volume 1, Chapter 39: Bestowments and Departure from the Palace

Ye Biao, standing beside Ye Tan, produced a massive incense stick and set it in place. While the methods used by people in the past to track time were somewhat rudimentary, they were, on the whole, quite effective.

Hearing this, Jiang Xinying felt her chest heave with indignation. Frantic, she grabbed a nearby bottle of cooking oil and poured it forcefully into the container.

Chen Bo stared at Xu Dongqing, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. The man’s voice sounded just like his own, and were it not for that bizarre face, one would never guess he was a septuagenarian.

"Since I have pledged my life to you, I shall follow you through sickness and health, poverty and wealth, with no regrets in this life," Liu Shiyan said, leaning against his shoulder with a radiant smile.

Gie Nie, however, remained calm in the face of this strike, showing not a hint of panic. At the very worst, he could discard his sword to save his life. At his level of mastery, a fine blade significantly enhanced his combat prowess, but he knew when to prioritize survival over his weapon.

Primatis stepped forward, offering Li Cha a peculiar look, as if to say, "Look at those sisters."

To a professional ADC player like Chen Lu, even someone playing with their eyes closed would likely perform better than him.

"Oh, it’s you, Sanniang. What are you doing here? Have you seen my father?" Gao Mufeng asked, his expression turning instantly anxious.

Timi, having restored his status, dashed out of the fountain, but it was clear he could not withstand the enemy's aggressive push.

Chen Lu, presumably having just woken up like Han You, caused quite a stir the moment he spoke, as if a single stone had rippled through a thousand layers of water.

"What happened?" Qin Qianjue asked, puzzled. What could Nangong Hao have possibly done to provoke such a complex look from Zhuan Yunxue?

Qin Qianjue was left speechless by the two men who were so blatantly ignoring her. To discuss how to use her right to her face—could they be any more outrageous?

The most infuriating thing in the world is when a clever person exhausts themselves with schemes and calculations, only for a fool to reap the benefits in the end.

"Brother Yun..." Feng Ye looked at Chen Yun with concern; what he had just said did not seem like a lie.

"Alright, stay safe! Take this key. There’s something under the water vat in my front yard that you might find useful!" Tan Jiantao handed the house key to Ma Yong, adding this cryptic remark.

Hearing Li Bing’s words, Yinyue let out a dissatisfied cry, then leaped onto Mu Chen’s head. Her nine tails swayed in the air before suddenly retracting into one, making her look like an ordinary silver fox, albeit with exceptionally beautiful and soft fur.

Wu Chenfei took a breath, raised his palm, and pushed it through the air. With a sudden burst of spiritual energy, the poplar tree snapped and collapsed to the side. Wu Chenfei stared at his palm in disbelief; he had actually broken a tree that thick with a strike from a distance?

Jun Shinuo nodded, though he only half-understood. Lost in thought, he looked at Xia Nuanyan. Sometimes, he couldn't fathom how her mind worked; it seemed that whenever they were caught off guard, Xia Nuanyan had already made every obstacle seem effortless.

After washing his face and changing his clothes, Jun Shinuo felt refreshed. Within moments, Qingfeng was already waiting for him outside.

Feng Shi’s eyes flickered slightly after hearing his words, and he let out a low growl.

"I was only speaking metaphorically," Fang Bai said calmly. He had even managed to get a close look at the so-called alien weapon; having seen the films, he knew its power was formidable, and it was equally tempting.

"It has nothing to do with Brother Yu, it was my mistake, Director!" Jiao Lei withered at a visible speed.

I offered a bitter smile and dragged my luggage toward the check-in counter. Li Yi’s calls were relentless, and in the end, I had no choice but to blacklist his number. I had blacklisted the person I loved most—who could know the pain in my heart?

Recalling her strange intuition moments ago, even someone as slow as Leng Lingyu could sense that something was definitely wrong.

This child had come at the wrong time. With things as they were between her and Han, and her own uncertainty about the future, she truly didn't know if she should have this baby.

Silence filled the hospital room. No one spoke. She could feel his intense gaze fixed upon her, as if he were trying to see through to her very core.

Although the fish was charred, Ye Jiaren caught a whiff of its aroma and was not discouraged.

Early in the morning, my mother called me for the first time in ages. I felt a bit heartless; I had called her on New Year's Eve, but she hadn't picked up or called back, so I had stopped trying.

Seeing the Imperial Preceptor being ogled by the Eight-Colored Angel King and insulted as a "female," the Great War God, leader of the Eight Great War Gods, could no longer contain himself. He flashed forward, blocked the Preceptor, and roared, pointing his finger at the Angel King's nose.

After touring his future residence, Zhao Ji said he had to go handle the memorials. He would take Lu Qing'er to visit Princess Yikang tomorrow and introduce them.

Whether it was Cai Zhixiong or anyone else, as long as their True Fire reached a certain level, they would inevitably become an alchemist corresponding to that flame.

The treehouses in Piaoling Village were tiny, barely a meter or two in diameter—just enough for one sprite to lie down. A couple would have to build a wooden cabin in the trees, or they wouldn't fit, let alone be able to turn over.