Volume 1, Chapter 50: Mid-Stage Meridian Opening

The lines of worry on Fang Lihua's face grew deeper and deeper; one could well imagine how immense the psychological trauma inflicted upon her by Yang Shengde back then truly was.

To think of capturing Crooked-Mouth Qin Tong again was clearly already impossible, as the fellow was exceptionally skilled at escaping.

In short, whatever Jian Yu concocted was practically deadly poison, and quite possibly a slow-acting one at that.

Xiao Zhuo stepped into the ward, and a chilling wave of ghostly aura hit him right in the face. How could the yin energy be so heavy in broad daylight?

Zhao Chen walked over slowly, gently pushing the assassin's long blade aside, and then gave a light flick of his hand.

Jiang Linghao spasmed uncontrollably all over, and wisps of scorching steam suddenly erupted from his body, all of which gathered directly into Jiang Jinlun's hand.

The reason Li Zichuan knew about it was because his chairman had also tasted this kind of wine and discussed this very red wine.

"One hundred million superior-grade spirit stones!" Zhao Chen blurted out directly. He had no desire to engage in incremental bidding, preferring to settle it in one go to spare himself the trouble.

"Help if you want to! Decide for yourself!" Zhao Chen transmitted his voice. Still, he figured that Ah Li would certainly help them.

Su Yu also thought of this. She frowned; the absence of text messages or call logs did not mean he couldn't receive messages or arrange secret meetings with others.

Yi Qingying's expression turned stern, and she quickly heightened her vigilance. Glancing down at Qin Tian, who was still fast asleep in her arms, she hesitated for a moment before holding him close and quietly pressing toward the forest ahead.

When the heavy door closed, the sound it made was not particularly loud, but to Ye Li, it sounded like a heavy bang. With a sense of profound sorrow, she thought that this door had completely severed her life; she had no alternative route left except to move forward, pressing on without stopping.

Once Yuchi Baolin reached the third tier and saw those foods he used to be familiar with—braised pig trotters, pig's head meat, and the like—and then looked at the price tags, which were two to three times the prices at their hunter training camp, he muttered to himself that this truly was his teacher's style: money-grubbing to the core.

Ye Li felt somewhat embarrassed. She had no idea how she ended up resting her head on Liu Tianqing's lap while she was asleep. Having no courage at the moment to reach out and touch his trousers to check if she had actually drooled, she hurriedly opened the car door, got out, sprinted all the way home, and slammed her bedroom door shut.

The higher your cultivation talent in reality, the higher your cultivation talent here. Naturally, the skills you could cultivate were also strictly limited to your profession.

This farce only came to a temporary halt when the medical staff arrived to conduct Song Xu's first routine check-up of the day.

Behind the three of them stood dozens of subordinates, all exuding formidable presence rather than being mere cannon fodder or miscellaneous foot soldiers.

Her mother wore a blank expression as she pointed to a box beneath the counter. The eldest sister walked over, picked up a plastic bag directly, dumped the money from the box into the bag, and then walked away, wiping away sweat and tears.

"Alright!" Meng Anna listened to Dongfang Han's words, and for some reason, she felt a profound sense of security—a sensation she had never experienced before.

Politicians were truly ruthless; Lin Sheng finally witnessed it firsthand. No matter how many names were involved, none could escape the pursuit of profit.

Along the way, everyone Gong Lingfeng encountered who had fallen prey to desires were merely Body-Consolidation stage martial artists, whose minds were naturally more easily corrupted; those at the Martial Master realm possessed relatively steadfast willpower and were less susceptible. Thus, having had a rather smooth journey so far, Gong Lingfeng had let down his guard.

Rolling her dark, glossy eyes a few times, a flash of inspiration struck her. With a pout of her lips, she burst into a loud wail: "Wah!!"

Lost in meandering thoughts, Luowei finally remembered that she was supposed to be acting as a matchmaker for Nalan Rongruo and Guan Qingyue. But how was she supposed to foster romance between them? After pondering for a long time without a single clue, she turned her head just in time to see Guan Qingyue, looking utterly bored and resentful, sitting listlessly on a stone stool.

Madam Lian shook her head, pulling Lin Sheng tightly into her arms without saying a word. In a spot where Lin Sheng could not see, her tears fell in a steady patter.

As for De Gea, although he occupied the starting position for the majority of the season, Lindegaard began to burst into prominence in October, conceding only a single goal across six starts while securing victories for the team in all of them.

"You guys admit I'm awesome, right?" Chifeng said, looking toward Tang Ye and Xuan Yuanzhan. His expression instantly stiffened as he caught the meaning in their gazes, which looked precisely at him as if he were a performing monkey in a street show.

In the Central Wilderness Heavenly Dao Palace stood the Heavenly Water Jade Mountain, featuring nine hundred and ninety-nine tiers constructed entirely from heavenly water jade. Enshrouded in white clouds and mist, Mo Qingyi, clad in bronze battle armor, wore a stern expression tinged with a trace of panic. He drove his divine weapon, a heavenly halberd, straight into the ground, where it pierced the hardened steel rock like a knife cutting through soft tofu with a dull thud.

Madam Xu was Xia Shiming's second wife, and her status was not as high as Xia Shiming's first wife—a point that remained an unspoken agony in her heart.

A classic case of tardiness, though relatively early by today's standards. I intended to apologize with a full kowtow; originally I thought I could finish writing in six thousand words, but seven thousand still wasn't enough... This chapter is a bit rushed, I will revise it later.

"Bah! I thought she was a decent sort, but it turns out her true intentions lay right here," Chu Fen spat toward their retreating figures, a look of utter disdain and contempt written across his face.