Volume 1 Chapter 36: Enchanted

I ran over and shone my flashlight on Zhang Hui. He was deathly pale, panting heavily as he glared viciously at Bai Xinxin.

The hearts of the officials were in an uproar, yet on the surface, they remained composed, sitting obediently in their seats, sipping drinks, or nibbling on snacks. Their eyes, however, darted frequently toward Chu Tianyao and Beiming Feng.

Du Xinru took off her mask and looked at them with a smile. It had been a year since they last met, and they seemed to have aged significantly.

Now, the Spirit Clan cultivators were forcing them to provide answers, leaving them at a complete loss. To lie would risk saying the wrong thing, yet to remain silent could provoke the wrath of the Spirit Clan, leading to unmerited disaster.

Perhaps the Celestials never imagined that this sword could not only sever the heads of Primordials but was also quite handy against Celestials themselves—and dealing with a magic dragon did not seem to be much of a problem, either.

Seeing Sun Ying and Xia Dong, Fan Zichu’s parents looked at them as if they were mortal enemies, their anger flaring up uncontrollably.

This was the first time I had witnessed the state of my home while I was away... It was an indescribable feeling: curiosity? Intimacy? Melancholy?

The moment Yun Qianruo finished speaking, she felt a chill descend upon her. The gaze was heavy with presence; even with her back turned, she could sense the danger and the faint, lingering resentment within it.

Did he think she was a reincarnated pig!? How could she possibly eat half a carriage’s worth of supplies prepared by her father in just one day!?

She remembered back in high school, waiting for Fu Jingshen to return from the military so they could take the dog for a walk together.

"Looking at the flustered state of the Liu family head, perhaps the Liu family truly was unaware this time." Many of the rogue cultivators, who had been filled with righteous indignation, began to change their perspectives after the chaos surrounding the Liu family.

Luo Chuli watched Qi Yang turn and leave, deciding to keep up the facade of being virtuous and gentle, though, in reality, she was gloating.

Qin Xuechu inwardly cheered him on; great minds think alike. Relieved, she feigned unconsciousness and let him have them carried back to the manor.

She tried swinging the blade and was surprised to find that, despite its heavy appearance, it was unexpectedly easy to wield.

Many brands that were household names in the British wizarding world were perhaps not sold in other countries at all.

If Yu Liyuan could have seen him, he would have surely noticed that even while speaking words of respect, his facial expression was cold and mocking.

The forum homepage was flooded with positive topics about Jiang Hui, such as: "An analysis from a professional perspective: Just how formidable is Jiang Hui?"; "The strongest man on Earth—Jiang Hui, come and challenge this if you dare!"; and "I have been conquered by Jiang Hui."

However, this kind of infamy only benefited the show and the company; for Tang Chu himself, it was quite distressing.

The two stared in horror at Chen Wangbei’s tall, slender figure. At that moment, Chen Wangbei was not only unharmed but didn't even have a speck of dust on him.

One day later, while Miao Jiu was honing his swordsmanship, Shuang Sheng called him to a halt and taught him a single sword move. It was such a brilliant strike that he felt dazed, as if he had seen it before, yet perhaps he had not.

Hearing the discussions of the inspection officials, Han Sheng’er felt smug. After all, the horses were redeemed from the system, so they were naturally the best, with no concerns regarding quality, health, or vitality—not a single flaw to be found.

"What happened?" Ruan Qianya asked in a low voice, her brow furrowing upon hearing this.

The next day, after Zhou Jin finished his morning routine, he found that his parents had already prepared breakfast, and Guo Qianyun was also sitting at the table. Zhou Jin greeted them and, seeing his parents' demeanor, knew they had regained their composure.

After her bath, she reached for a towel to dry off, but a hand with distinct knuckles reached out, grabbing the towel before she could.

Yet, the words he had just spoken truly sounded as if they had been dragged up from hell, every syllable dripping with the scent of blood.

In the spectator stands, everyone held their breath, eyes unblinking. Especially those on Su Nan’s side—their faces were deathly pale, their hands and feet cold, and they dared not move a muscle.

"Then why the Red Leaf Villa?" Liu Muyu’s expression was serious. She recalled that this was the residence of a gang boss in the East District, was it not?

In the past, the grand finale items were always announced in advance to attract crowds, but this time, they kept it hidden, building anticipation to the breaking point.

The matriarch, Madam Chen, had always been cautious; she would rather be accused of worrying about nothing than regret it once disaster struck.

In the tenth month of the seventh year of Emperor Hui’s reign, chariot cavalry and skilled craftsmen were sent to Aocang in Xingyang to reinforce the granaries, under the supervision of Grand Marshal Guan Ying.

Biting her lip, she felt both immense happiness and excruciating pain. What was she to do? She could not deceive herself, nor could she hide from the truth.

Huang Yu and Chu Tianlan were chatting; the two elders in charge had already begun planning a grand celebration for the one-month birthday.

So, Feng Ye had acted that way just to test her cultivation? She had only said one sentence, and Feng Ye had risked his own safety despite his serious injuries! It seemed this man was truly earnest; she should be careful not to speak lightly in the future.

Cao Can laughed heartily and told Chen Ping that he was planning to enter the palace to see the Emperor in the coming days. Chen Ping and Lu Jia finally exhaled in relief. After chatting for a while, the two bid Cao Can farewell and headed home.

Huang Zheng and Duan Shaoyang watched the two ships being hit repeatedly, fires erupting across the decks and screams filling the air.

Seeing her mother lying in the hospital ward, visible only through the large glass window, Lele wept, her tears overflowing and sliding slowly down her cheeks.

Hearing this, Feicui ran out in a hurry. Madam Ge, heartbroken, fetched hot water and used a towel to gently wipe Xia Chuanyuan’s face, tears gathering in her eyes until they finally fell onto his skin.

Facing the Crown Princess’s cold remarks, Prince Gong did not offer his usual chilling smile; instead, he responded with a gentle nod, causing everyone’s hearts to tighten in unison.

She snapped her fingers, dispelling the barrier around Mu Furong, and began to shake the sleeping woman vigorously.

The man walked in, but his posture and gait made Tian Miaomiao remember him: he was a trained martial artist.