Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Daoist Seeks an Audience!

Chu Qiyan stood in the shadows of the lamps, his expression cold as he stood with his hands behind his back. He let out a heavy, disgusted sigh, but the next moment, he suddenly raised a hand.

"What? By whom?!" Xue Qingxuan’s eyes turned red instantly, not out of grief, but from anxiety and fury.

Several days passed, and it was time for the next healing session. By now, Mo Tian’s new technique was essentially perfected. As he practiced the evolution, he tested the power of his newly created "Three Thousand Overlapping Waves" and was instantly stunned by its sheer force.

Zhuoyue leaned against Jiang Yunrou, repeating his words over and over, whispering them into her ear again and again.

It is common knowledge that after Qin Shi Huang unified China, he ordered the collection of all weapons from across the nation to be brought to Xianyang and melted down. He then used the bronze to cast twelve giant statues, each weighing three hundred and forty thousand jin. However, why did Qin Shi Huang suddenly decide to cast these twelve bronze statues?

Her body was pressed against Ye Xu’s, their skin touching, leaving her feeling simultaneously shy, annoyed, and helpless. She felt Ye Xu’s body alternating between cold and hot, and when she looked up at his face, she saw expressions of agony; he was clearly struggling to endure it.

Mu Jinruo silently placed her left arm across her chest and raised her right arm, the fingertips of her left hand touching her right elbow, forming a right angle with her arms.

Their words left Jiang Junjie with no room to escape. He feared losing one thing because of another, and he also feared that being caught in the middle made it impossible for him to see clearly.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Ye Xu forced himself to divert his attention, paced around the room, and upon turning back, discovered a mirror mounted on the wall.

Along the way, Wang Qiu told Mu Jinruo everything he knew about Song Mingyang and her. He talked until his throat was dry, while Mu Jinruo listened blankly, offering no opinion. It seemed she still could not accept the truth.

Gao Lan looked apologetic. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to deceive everyone. I honestly didn’t hold out much hope for this trip, but look... you all really did get to drink the Desert Sunset Wine," she said with a cheeky, brazen grin.

Seeing the streets decorated with lanterns and everyone dressed in red, with red ribbons and colorful lights hung everywhere in a festive atmosphere, he ordered his attendants to inquire about the holiday.

Hidden in the shadows, Sikong Chanyue laughed gaily. It was the first time she had ever seen a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Mountain shamelessly ask others to borrow a flying sword; it was truly impressive that he could say such a thing.

When facing one’s own parents, one must inevitably humble oneself and dare not act recklessly.

Su Qingyu was drawn to a white piano at the edge of the stage and found herself walking toward it uncontrollably.

"What expression?" Qi Yi smoothed her clothes and walked over to Zhang Chen and Hua Lu. Seeing their foolish attempts to suppress laughter, she asked.

Only by being true to oneself can one shine with a light that is uniquely their own. It may not be dazzling, but it will still be seen.

After returning to the country, Qi Yi rested for only half a day before diving back into shooting. Knowing that Song Yuqing had his own livestreaming work, she did not take him out to work every single day.

Her luck was quite poor; out of the entire company, Director Han had the most dirt on him, and she had to run into him.

Jiang Nan was a master at the pinnacle of the ancient martial and spiritual realm, naturally far beyond the reach of someone like Ghost Hand, who was only at the beginning stages and foolishly mistook Jiang Nan for an ordinary person.

Come to think of it, the previous two trips to the Guanghan Palace were both spontaneous, one out of curiosity and the second to open a treasure chest. The gate to the Guanghan Palace had no set schedule; it opened and closed at will.

He had been too busy lately to notice, but he thought it would be nice to carry a fish pond with him on future travels so he could eat whatever he wanted.

Yet, Chang Jianghe remained motionless, clutching the dumpling in his arms tightly, as if afraid that if he stood up, someone would snatch it away.

"This is a robbery!" the leader of the men in black replied coldly, though an unexpected hint of excitement could be heard in his voice.

"I don't think we need to look for them; they will lead us there themselves," Yao Henuan thought, finding her own reasoning more and more sound.

As for the Akatsuki organization, Itachi certainly couldn't say he liked them. Although their goal of peace matched his own ideals, they were not on the same path.

As more and more people raised their hands in favor, the opposition became increasingly powerless. Some cursed them as robbers, only to be retorted as cowards with short-sighted vision.

The suction force was mostly shattered by the white mist, with only a small amount remaining. Le Bing collected it, having other plans for it.

Seeing this, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas became even more bewildered. The two sect leaders had been arguing until their faces turned red, only for it to turn out to be nothing more than a rock?

They had always been called the "Void Team" by everyone, as fans enjoyed going to the Void to claim championships.

That must be it. He wasn't sure if the old hag was inside, but as long as she was on the altar, that was enough.

"Qingjia, I will be able to take you home by tomorrow morning at the latest." Li Chunjian patted his chest, his eyes curved in a drunken, hazy smile.

Chen Xiuqing’s belly was just beginning to show; setting the marriage date quickly was the right thing to do.

Although they didn't think Su Mu could win the championship, it was still far better than him running around and gambling, so they let him do as he pleased.

Luo Feng’s words were entirely true; there was no mockery, nor were there any traps or snares laid.