Volume 1, Chapter 26: Meeting an Old Taoist

Três anos após o casamento de aliança, toda a família imperial chora em meu túmulo Jovem Senhor de Vestes Brancas 1288 words 2026-08-04 07:14:05

Empress Zhou and Song Jing were haggard with worry over her affairs?
She did not believe it for a second.
Yet, Song Yueyi’s biological mother was Noble Consort Li; why would she stand up for the Zhou woman? It was truly bizarre.
The surface of the sea exploded as a dark figure shot out, landing steadily on the turtle shell. Seawater streamed down, and long, damp hair clung to his shoulders.
"I merely had Deng Zhiqiu clean up the cigarette butts he threw. Was that not the right thing to do?" Xue Qiang asked nonchalantly.
There were shops for sale along the street, but while there were a few supermarkets, business seemed lackluster, and there were very few restaurants.
In an office furnished in an antique style, a massive piece of calligraphy hung behind the desk, inscribed with the words: "A moment of patience brings calm; a step back opens up a vast sky."
To some outsiders, a leader drinking tea and reading the newspaper at work looks like slacking off and being unproductive, but that is not the case at all.
Madam Hu was startled by Zhao Ai’s movements, her heart hammering against her ribs like a frightened deer. Beneath her graceful, delicate brows, her lake-like, gentle eyes closed softly, her long lashes fluttering.
He looked ahead, but the white jade stairs were shrouded in white mist; where could Zhou Tong and the others have gone?
"Check the school intranet; the list of homeroom teachers for the next grade of freshmen has been released," Yin Heng reminded him.
Yet, at this moment, she felt that Xue Qiang did not seem to take yesterday morning’s incident to heart; perhaps he had simply forgotten it entirely.
Upon hearing this, Huili laughed until he doubled over. Then, he gathered Long Jingyu into his arms and walked straight into the temple.
"All that is missing is a chipped black-kiln bowl. If I held that in my hand, with this stick and this bowl, this outfit would truly be that of an old beggar," Long Jingyu remarked.
"Fox Immortal Island?" Jiang Yuhong’s vision suddenly went dark at the words, and she had to brace her chin with both hands to keep from collapsing.
The two of them had vied against each other, placing heavy stakes, only to have the Ancestor of the Star River reap the benefits for nothing. The feeling was like swallowing a dead fly, yet there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.
However, these luxuries were commonplace within the Dragon Domain, visible everywhere, and their sheer wealth was enough to make even Wang Hao feel a twinge of envy.
Chen Xing had not expected such a turn of events for this mission and immediately indicated that he would contact Ji Ming at once.
Had they opened the packages and seen everything she bought? Surely they didn't know that the underwear she bought was briefs instead of boxers, did they?
His expression turned exceptionally grim. Gu Wangqing longed to retort, but he could not utter a single word.
As soon as these words were spoken, before Wang Hao could respond, Qiankun and Mu Sheng grew tense simultaneously. After all, if Wang Hao released the Celestial King, would they not be forced into hostility with him once more?
Tomorrow was the start of the holiday again. Li Quan pondered spending the night over at Yu Wanying’s place to keep her company; otherwise, at his age, not going home for the holidays would certainly not be a good omen.
It was just that as Hua Qingwu’s cultivation realm increased in the future, the power she could unleash would grow accordingly.
"As your senior, I should first congratulate you on your promotion to a full-fledged wizard," Helli glanced at Lucian, letting out a sharp, mocking chuckle.
Hearing this reporter friend praise his grandson, the old man’s eyes crinkled into slits as he smiled. Standing before a wall plastered with certificates of merit, he began to talk incessantly about his grandson’s glorious achievements.
But even back then, when he took three red fruits in succession, he still bled from his seven orifices and narrowly escaped death. No one could guarantee whether Zheng Zhaoyuan would be able to withstand the spiritual power of three red fruits.
Before Qin Feng established these factories, if these merchants wanted to transport goods or travel between different regions, they had to hire security escort agencies, as they lacked the capability to expand their businesses across every corner of the Great Qin Empire.