Volume One, Chapter 39: Balancing Work and Rest

The Haolong Tower, a nine-star Source Artifact, stands as a king among its kind; even a God King might not fully master it, let alone an ancestor who is merely a Divine Lord.

She particularly loved the sound of cheering and the lively laughter of the people when they released the lanterns.

Upon hearing these words, Qi Jin’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her mind echoing with the most fragile, humiliating, yet undeniable truths.

As the caravan passed the Sunset Pavilion, the structure suddenly collapsed without warning, crashing directly onto He Miao’s carriage.

The value of a single Spirit-Nurturing Pill is roughly ten spirit stones; a dozen or so would only amount to a little over a hundred, which is not as precious as Qing Yang’s Ten-Herb Mind-Clearing Pill. If he did not offer something more, the members of the Duanmu family would surely feel uneasy.

This sounded reasonable at first, yet upon closer reflection, it seemed to lack logic. Tang Shan remained dazed, unsure of what to say.

Not to mention that Liang Province on the side of Ji Province had been completely lost; countless Qiang people had gathered in rebellion, and warlords in various regions had effectively broken away from the rule of the Han court.

"He is the most outstanding descendant of a family that has produced high officials for four generations," Dong Cheng said, stepping out in excitement as he looked at Yuan Shao.

Before Feng Xiuluo could even finish his thought, a thunderous, explosive sound erupted toward him.

"Get out! You are disgusting. Chu Yunxiao, I must have been blind to ever think you were some kind of Prince Charming. Now it seems you aren’t even worth a puddle of urine. It’s repulsive." Taking advantage of his distraction, Molly angrily climbed out of bed.

Of course, having witnessed Chen Jessie’s exaggerated golf skills, Tang Cheng’an was no longer as worried about his participation in the equestrian competition.

Feng did not believe that violence could solve the problem; he suspected that even if Danzo were dead, he would never have revealed it.

"So you’ve decided to give it to me?" Lu Mingfei asked, his face full of surprise. He hadn’t expected Ye You to be so easily persuaded.

Using "Texas Dawn," a revolver of such immense power, in a space of less than five meters—that would be enough to severely wound even a Third-Generation species.

He suddenly leapt up and struck his back with a palm. Liang Ping let out a loud cry, falling face-first like a starving dog, his mouth filling with blood.

"Make sure you wear that fire-silkworm cotton properly!" Lady Liang was so busy she hadn't even had time to eat, terrified that something might go wrong during such a grand banquet.

Therefore, the "Hades" was a tool for self-preservation; it could not be used casually unless absolutely necessary, or until Han Feng’s strength was sufficiently powerful to wield it at will.

The Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm: each transformation is a life, but each also means forgetting the past. Every metamorphosis is a rebirth.

Last year’s "God of Wine" selection was the Xiao family’s Fen liquor, which has since been sealed multiple times as the imperial tribute wine. Other new spirits have emerged, but they lack maturity and sufficient aging, missing their chance to be crowned the God of Wine.

On the way back, Dou Dou insisted on taking Yun Mo to a specific place, as if there were something she needed him to know.

"This, this is the Nine Needles of Resurrection!" Tang Hongfeng said in shock, his grip on the medicinal broth wavering so much he nearly spilled it onto the floor.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before slowly moving downward.

By invoking the names of the Mo family ancestors, she had two goals: first, to make Mo Alian feel pity for her, hoping she would be reluctant to scold her for the sake of the family’s reputation; and second, to imply that she had acted rashly only to defend A-Bo’s honor, ensuring she could not be blamed for the incident.

On the north side of the field, a massive dueling platform had been constructed from steel beams and wooden planks.

Ye Youchen glanced at Chen Yu indifferently and remained silent, putting on his slippers and standing up to open the door. He froze when he saw what Zhou Han was holding, and a flicker of regret crossed his eyes. Why hadn’t he thought to buy gifts for Chen Yu before?

I nodded at her helplessly, then couldn't help but glance at Tiao Tiao. I saw her large eyes rolling at me, filled with disdain.

After composing myself, I swung my bag to and fro and walked into the office, but before I could reach my cubicle, I saw a baby stroller sitting there.

"Wow! That’s amazing! How did you do this? If we opened a cosmetics company, we’d make a fortune!" Ye Wushuang exclaimed excitedly.

You, someone who knows nothing about painting, dare to say such things to a father and son? If that isn't brainless, what is?

Suddenly, Qiao Yuqian noticed Lin Yinian playing the piano in the video: "What program is Lin Yinian on?" Clearly, Qiao Yuqian recognized her at a glance.

This valley is filled with glutinous rice; it is the most practical remedy for corpse poison. The older the rice, the better, though detoxification must be done promptly. If delayed, the corpse poison spreads through the body like cancer cells.

Why does this Ninth Prince seem so mercurial, and perhaps even a bit improper?

Sun Rui’s father placed her hand into Qiao Yihang’s. I couldn't tell if it was the glare of the lights, but I couldn't read the expression on Qiao Yihang’s face.

Wang Ziqian stood blankly in front of the table for a moment before turning to enter the bathroom. I watched his retreating figure, my palms tightening.

When he sensed the final echoes of the death-energy vortex dissipating above his head, he paid them no mind.

Qian Jin recalled Lin Nan’s memories, and regarding Lin Nan, Qian Jin was truly correct; his appearance and temperament were certainly passable—otherwise, he couldn't have become a host. Furthermore, Qian Jin knew a little bit of physiognomy, and after reflecting, he gave a very fair assessment.

He had a poor tolerance for alcohol and never did anything that crossed his moral bottom line. Even in social engagements, he maintained an absolute sense of self-assurance.

I looked at my phone, frowning. Does Wang Ziqian not check his text messages? But even if he didn't check them, I hadn't returned home all night; he should have called to ask, right? Or had something happened to him?

The explosive sound waves carried immense magical power, sweeping across the area like a hurricane and destroying everything in their path. Several massive black boulders in the vicinity were instantly shattered into sand by the vibrations! The crimson true-fire palm was also immediately extinguished upon impact.

"Haha, Director Chen, you just arrived today, so you might not be used to things yet," Director Zhou said with a polite, smiling greeting.

The people of the Great Dong Kingdom felt that since the Sovereign had rarely spoken earlier, her sudden interjection upon the arrival of Marshal Yi suggested that no one else was qualified to negotiate with her—that only Marshal Yi was the protagonist worthy of her attention.