Volume One, Chapter 27: Easing Second Uncle’s Burden

Upon hearing Xu Qingning's decision, Pei Xi said nothing, simply picking her up and walking outside.

"Pei Xixi, are you angry?"

"No, just a bit regretful. After all, this was a date opportunity I earned by using up a perfect rating."

Knowing she was in the wrong, she offered a sheepish laugh. "How about this one doesn't count? Next time, next time we’ll play until we're completely satisfied!"

Pei Xi looked at her then. "How much of Qingqing's word can I actually believe?"

"One hundred percent! If I lie to you, you can do whatever you want with me!"

Amused by her reaction, he chuckled. "Alright, I’ve noted that down, Qingqing. Don't go back on your word when the time comes."

Once they were in the car, Xu Qingning realized that the person driving in front...

Time passed, and Liu Feixue’s speech continued. The perceptions of the employees at Ten Thousand Horses Galloping were shifting drastically along with her words.

Liu Feixue and Gu Qingcheng entered the bedroom. Liu Feixue told Gu Qingcheng, "Change your clothes; that is the payment for me cleaning your room. You can leave now." With that, she walked out of the bedroom.

After Su Qiong led his troops back to Shangdang, a headache immediately followed. The rewards for this bandit suppression required at least a hundred taels of gold. He had just stabilized Shangdang; where could he suddenly conjure up so much wealth?

Gu Qingcheng said, "Financial Director Li Qingning and Logistics Director Piaoxu are very close. You offended them this morning. I just called, and they gave me the runaround. It seems you need to handle it yourself."

This was a provocation, much like two strangers passing on the street who stare each other down. In the world of cultivation, probing with magical power is often seen as the beginning of a life-or-death struggle.

Liu Feixue said, "From now on, when we're outside, no one call me Feixue. Calling me 'Minister Liu' doesn't feel very natural."

After a long while, feeling that he had not been subjected to any further attacks, Brad ceased his spellcasting and instead cast a healing charm on himself.

"Look at how filial the Emperor is to his mother, and then look at you, Zhang Juzheng. Are you even fit to be the Emperor's teacher?"

Watching Yu Dayou’s "I am very serious" expression, Zhu Yijun nearly laughed out loud, holding it in so hard it was painful.

Conveying information requires skill. Drinking might be a last resort; after all, he was neither good with words nor good with alcohol.

"Oh! Crap!" Wang Long was certain now; he didn't know where he had slipped up, but he had been discovered by this demon at such a distance.

"Actually, the one who wants to know the most is you, isn't it!!!" Zhao Yi muttered, looking at Poharan, who was waiting like a child for their mother to tell a story.

"Me? Do I still hate him? Do I hate my mother? I don't know... Regardless, family is family, isn't it?" Jiang Xue looked at Wang Long with a complex expression, seemingly seeking an answer.

After Zhou Kun left, the people on Three Realms Mountain cultivated as usual. In his spare time, Hong Tu accompanied Guan Peipei, touring scenic spots across the vast land of China. Of course, even while accompanying her, Hong Tu never neglected his cultivation.

The people on the Japanese ship, having received no news, assumed those who had disappeared were merely caught up in something or, at worst, had been captured or killed while on a mission in the occupied zone. They never suspected that the Zerg had already turned against them.

He was two years her senior, yet his temples were already graying and his forehead etched with deep lines; he looked to be no more than fifty.

Baili Hongzhuang smiled faintly. She remembered how, in the past, the old man in her family had brought in every conceivable type of patient just to hone her medical skills.

Qian Aiping spat on the ground before heading toward the Zhou family's place. The remaining two pigs belonged to the Zhou family. She had little contact with Wei Hong, and the handover last year had gone smoothly, so her impression of Wei Hong was limited to hearsay.

A few seconds later, the young man slowly regained consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Su Yan observing his expression and instinctively wanted to shout.

Seeing Lin Hao and his group get into the car and leave, Su Yan finally nodded, feeling that this Lin Hao wasn't too disappointing after all.

Turbulent air still lingered in the air. Killer Bee aimed at Ryuji in the center of the tornado, kicked off the ground, and launched himself like a cannonball.

Lu Zhiyan acted as if he hadn't heard a word Feng Yao was saying. Without waiting for Zhang Ye to open the door, he opened it himself and climbed into the back seat, not even rolling down the window.

Liu Dadan had a certain reckless courage; otherwise, he never would have dared to visit the East Mountain Graveyard at midnight, a place the villagers were terrified to even speak of.

The dressing room was noisy, but when the door was pushed open from the outside, the room went silent for a moment before instantly erupting.

The authorities, out of a desire to retain and value talent, would never allow their entire family to flee Nancheng.

Sun Xingchen placed the whip stained with Si Yue’s blood on the table, took out his phone, and sent the footage he had just captured to someone who cared about Si Yue.

Hidden in the room, Old Master Jiang watched as Jiang Zhuojun and Jiang Tiantian cried and whispered to each other, his eyes filled with doting yet helpless expressions.

Quan Zhen sneaked a look through the peephole. Confirming there was no one outside, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Her affected performance made the corners of Gu Nancheng’s mouth, and those of the Jiang brothers outside the window, twitch simultaneously.

This explained it: the Shepherd God Manual had been obtained by Murong Yunyan years ago from an ancient cave near the Ten Thousand Mountains, but she had never cultivated it due to her physical limitations.

The three experts of the Golden Crow tribe had black lines on their foreheads. Hearing Ye Chen’s words, they were instantly incensed, with smoke practically pouring from their noses and ears.

That desolation and loneliness had finally seen the dawn of hope after a long wait, so this day belonged to the Kunlun people.

Zhang Yuanhao continued to let his roots wander, collecting fluctuations in energy and transmitting images from various angles to assemble a three-dimensional model.

The exquisite talisman techniques inherited from the Incense Dao gathered the power of faith to construct the bodies of immortals and gods, manifesting their divine might in the world.

Thick smoke pressed down from above, leaving a hundred miles in gloom. It was pitch black, as if a dark demon god were about to descend. Looking from afar, at the volcanic crater, rainbow light shone like the sun, brilliant and dazzling.

He had truly been pursued by the Heavenly Wolf Demon Sect by accident. Zhang Yuanhao had foolishly thought he had obtained some extraordinary spiritual material.

It was nothing more than looking for a patron. Now that the Yuan clan had collapsed in Jizhou, the so-called Princess Wuyou, while seemingly a noble of the royal bloodline, was actually a figurehead. The world today belonged to Liu Xie, and it no longer had the protection of the late Emperor Ling.