Volume 1, Chapter 24: Love Has Magical Power

Although they had spent only a brief time together, it felt as though they had known each other for millennia; their spirits were so perfectly attuned that few words were needed to express their thoughts.

Because of this, there had long been internal debate within the Xia clan: was it better to preserve their pure bloodline, or to integrate with other races to optimize it? It is said that when the Xia clan first discovered their bloodline’s ability to integrate with and optimize others, they conducted internal trials before the secret was eventually leaked to the outside world.

Zhao Qingluo looked at the man with a touch of cold detachment. Didn't he say he was here for a vacation? Why wasn't he out exploring? Was he just staying at the inn to chat with her?

Ever since Xia Yuqing began working at Bolaisa, she had regarded Yu Man as a dear friend, even striving to fulfill Yu Man’s wish of being with Xiang Nan.

After all, the scheme orchestrated by Mrs. Shen was poorly executed and riddled with loopholes, which was exactly why Song Chaoan was able to expose everyone involved within three days.

Just as Jia San’s hand touched his ear clip, he felt something hard poke his shoulder.

"You must have come for the Flowing Light, young lady." The Empress murmured softly before suddenly turning to Jun Fei.

Perhaps it was the sight of an old friend that made Yuan Hua so happy; she could not stop reminiscing about the years gone by with Du Zhong.

July was summoned by the captain, and as soon as she entered the room, he began to roar at her.

In the center, Old Five and his cohorts, who had been sent flying, were pinned to the ground by an inexplicable force, unable to move. Everyone else looked forward with grief and indignation, save for Old Five, who buried his head deep into the dirt, too ashamed to look up. A faint sound of sobbing could be heard emanating from the soil beneath him.

He walked into the arena as if no one else existed, seemingly ignoring the crowd. Yet, everyone noticed him—a boy of about fifteen. No one had expected anyone to step forward at such a moment.

"You have managed the sect's affairs for all these years, and I have full confidence in you. From today on, you shall formally assume the position of Sect Master. Take this, the Sect Master’s token." With a light wave of the old man’s hand, a gust of wind carried a purple-gold token and delivered it directly into Jia Yi’s hands.

In their hearts, the Dragon race was a supreme existence that could not tolerate any provocation or defilement, especially from lowly, shameless humans.

Hosbei glanced sideways at Ilan. She was deeply focused, her expression solemn, concentrating entirely on the battle. She had almost forgotten he was sitting beside her, yet she could not organize a single counterattack, only continuing to dodge. The grim, murderous aura and cruel bloodshed of real combat were faintly visible in this one-sided slaughter of a training session.

Sword Saint Mountain was a peak power that stood on equal footing with the War God Sect. While the War God Sect favored the blade, everyone on Sword Saint Mountain wielded a sword. However, the mountain was not located in the Eastern Region, but elsewhere on the Radiant Continent.

The experts of the Supreme Primordial Holy Sect had their expressions shift violently; several of them instinctively recoiled, gasping in shock.

Thinking this, Kamille straightened his posture, switched the machine to manual mode, and flew toward the visible Axis.

"Alright, everyone, continue with your self-study. Cui Yiyang is a new student; I hope you will all look after him." Li Min repeated this before turning and walking out.

Ye Pingting’s momentum faltered, though she stubbornly insisted, "Regardless... that doesn't mean the other teammates didn't hold Zhao Qiang back." She thought to herself, especially Yi Yang.

To Qin Yu’s surprise, the discomfort in his eyes began to intensify. Waves of stinging, burning sensations pricked at his brain, sometimes like a raging storm, other times like the gentle touch of a dragonfly on water.

The souls trapped within wailed, twisting their bodies and slamming against the walls in a desperate attempt to escape.

"If the Quansheng Sect is really involved, things in Tianjin are about to get lively!" Xu Si threw his cigarette to the ground, crushed it out, and said in a low voice.

If they hadn't already paid six months' rent for this house, they would have been evicted by now. If they couldn't earn any contribution points soon, they would likely starve to death.

Qiao Jiu was hungry. Having spent the afternoon drinking without eating much, she woke up feeling empty inside.

After all, having spent so much time hanging around Jiang Lili, she knew that although Jiang Lili never boasted, her bags, clothes, and jewelry were never cheap. Over time, while she couldn't immediately appraise the value of Xiang Mei’s belongings, she could generally tell what level of consumption they represented.

In kindergarten, Yi Yang had felt nothing for his father; he only felt sad when others occasionally mentioned he didn't have one. At first, he would cry and run to his mother. Later, after his mother remarried and disappeared, Yi Yang stopped crying. If anyone dared to pick at his scars in the future, he would beat them half to death.

Su Ruoyun had cleared out all the infected on this entire street; it was unlikely any would emerge for the time being.

Could it be that when she opened her mouth to pour the champagne during the shoot, she had accidentally swallowed some—and gotten drunk? Did she think she was a lamppost, standing there perfectly still?

"Lin Tian is right; these superior herbs are truly not easy to gather!" As Song Shuangrou said this, although a hint of doubt remained on her face, their expressions suggested they were already more than half convinced.