Volume One, Chapter 36: You Want to Keep It All to Yourself?

"Just kidding, haha!" Having succeeded in his prank, Will shook his head playfully, watching Mihawk’s face, which was a mix of speechlessness and faint irritation.

Fatty Chen woke up to find Chen Qian still fast asleep beside him, and he drifted back off to sleep as well.

The crowd below remained silent for a few seconds before someone spoke up—the same person from the Canghai Sect who had questioned Murong Jianyu at the very beginning.

Tuoba Lie’s movements came to an abrupt halt. As his senses returned, his heart trembled. What had he done? He hadn’t just forced her; he had bitten her. He had wounded her.

Wu Mian realized he had hurt the pride of his two elders. Blood-Vitality Pills cost fifty thousand each; given their family’s circumstances, how could they ever afford them?

On the other side, just after leaving the Yi family mansion, Cheng Tianlan received a call from Cheng Tianqing as soon as she sat in the car.

Once inside, Lin Hu lit the candles. As the red flames flickered, he closed the creaking window. The room smelled pleasant, and Su Jin nodded with satisfaction before placing the child on the bed.

By most people’s understanding, shouldn’t they have agreed on the competition terms beforehand and trained specifically for the event?

"Remember how the ingredients for our wedding cake last year also came from these islands?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow.

The bedchamber was silent. He couldn’t help but steal a glance toward the couch, where the Empress sat with her eyes closed, resting. She didn’t seem to care about his expression at all; she simply kept her eyes shut, retreating into a world of her own.

"Be good!" Jiang Yining’s anger finally softened. He let out an imperceptible sigh and coaxed her in a helpless, low voice.

Young Master Meng was currently surrounded by a crowd of servants and maids fawning over him, giving the impression of stars orbiting the moon.

"Pah." Ling Xueli spat at the man, refusing to yield. Another slap landed across her face.

It had been a year since Huo Qingning had sought him out. To be honest, Li Rulin was surprised. Given her proud nature, he had assumed she would never come looking for him again.

She looked down at the pairs of greedy eyes fixed on the bulge hidden in her arms. Everyone knew it wasn’t steamed buns inside, but silver, and they all stared with burning envy.

Qi Chisu noticed that Wen Yu’s gaze toward her was off. It wasn’t until Wen Yu took off his own outer garment and draped it over her that she realized what the problem was.

Having finished his final orders, He Zhizhou turned his horse around and galloped into the wind that had risen out of nowhere.

I pushed open the door to the coffee shop and scanned the room, locking eyes with Yu Cheng in the corner.

Ziwan led Old Madam An to look at the fabrics. The materials chosen for the old lady were steady, dignified colors that didn't appear aged, while the fabrics for the Eighth and Ninth Misses were more delicate and vibrant.

"Baoqing certainly has an innocent heart. If he can maintain this in the future, that would be excellent," Chenghu said with a smile. But human hearts are easily changed, and the Forbidden City, above all else, could drive a person to madness. Could Baoqing truly remain at peace like this forever?

Qing Binghe nodded. If the Domain Emperor rank was the limit that this willpower could touch, there was truly no need for her to drag Qing Yueling—who was nearing that limit—into the illusion. After all, this was merely a manifestation of willpower, not the true self, and Qing Yueling had little to do with this situation; it was she herself who was being tested.

Chen Ru’er gave a seductive smile. "Very well, since the Linglong Jade Pendant can absorb supernatural powers, let’s see how the Emperor’s martial arts fare." With that, she extended her jade-like hand, caught a long sword, leaped into the air, and thrust toward Liu Jian.

"What you say seems reasonable, but why would His Majesty do such a thing?" Princess Xianya pondered for a long time before asking, full of suspicion.

In the blink of an eye, the dust dissipated, disappearing into the void, replaced by a light, drizzling spiritual rain that wove a hazy, dreamlike scene.

"I don’t think this was an accident; someone might be trying to harm you. Anyway, regardless, I’m taking you to the orthopedics department to see a doctor, and then we’re calling the police." Shi Hui didn’t ask for help; she simply scooped up the injured person and headed toward orthopedics.

He hoped Yang Qian would stay far away from Ji Jingxi and Princess Jingyang. While it wasn't exactly a formal prophecy, it proved from another angle that getting too close to them would be troublesome.

"Let’s keep moving. Since most of the points are concentrated in the hands of the top few, it shouldn’t be too hard to get within the top 10,000," Qing Binghe said, calming her nerves as she continued forward.

"Mommy, what can you buy with just two hundred?" Guan Zu spoke up before Xu Weichen could respond.

She used the word "bullied," which showed just how blatant Ji Jingxi had been back at Wangjiangnan.

The sheer impact of Gong Heng’s punch could be felt just by the sound; his strength was several, perhaps even dozens of times greater than an ordinary person’s.

No sooner had Huang Feifei finished speaking than a loud "bang" erupted. We saw his figure fly backward from the impact, rolling until he stopped at our feet. Terrified he might be injured, I shouted, "Brother Huang, are you okay?"

The drainage ditches everywhere were connected to deeper, hidden sewers. Clearing away filth is fine, but if one accidentally offends the ghosts and gods lurking beneath the earth, the consequences are self-evident.