Volume One, Chapter 38: Looking for Trouble

Standing to the side, Li Chaoyang gestured toward the captive and asked, "Your Majesty, how should this person be dealt with?"

Xiao Qingshan replied nonchalantly, "I leave that to you, my dear minister."

"Understood."

Earning money these days is incredibly difficult, especially in the countryside, where spending is hard to justify and earning is even harder. Take, for instance, the porridge vendor before him, dressed in thin, flimsy clothes, his face flushed red from the biting cold.

I cannot know the exact intention behind Ye Xing’s words, but my intuition tells me that he said it to protect me.

As for producing food-related videos, she decided against it; after all, if she were to film them, no one could replicate the exact taste by following her steps.

Now, having successfully broken through to the level of a Grandmaster, Bai Xing added True Qi martial arts to her repertoire of formidable powers.

Ling Yao couldn't help but pout. He didn't even know where they were, yet moments ago, he had boastfully claimed he would send her home.

She called out several times, but there was no response. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

Although she had been exercising diligently, she had done so in the past to little effect. Moreover, because she was lifting weights every day, her appetite had grown significantly, yet her weight kept dropping.

More students rushed over to join the queue, but they consciously curved to the side, careful not to spill out into the dangerous road.

In truth, she trusted him. He was not a man who lied; a man as powerful as he would never stoop to deceit.

Wang Xingrui did not have that much damaging information against him. Luo Jiaxing had only managed to collect eight items, and four thousand was more than enough.

"..." I stared at him, dazed. To be honest, my mind was a complete jumble; I couldn't distinguish what I was thinking, what I cared about, or what I wanted.

At this moment, Master Taiyi had already brought Zhuanxu outside the Youxiong Tribe to welcome Guangchengzi and the others.

"Of course, it is understandable that Big Brother broke his promise due to being busy, but how do you intend to compensate me for it?" Xiaomeng asked.

"Doffy, everything is ready. Where are we heading next?" Trebol asked respectfully.

The disciples of the Jie Sect—including Daoist Duobao, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of the Turtle Spirit, and Long-eared Dingguang Immortal—all held great admiration for what Xingtian had done.

Guangchengzi followed behind Daoist Ran Deng, feeling somewhat nervous. He didn't know why Ran Deng was seeking him out and was deeply concerned that he might be questioned about the marriage alliance between Zhuanxu and the Great Witch Jiufeng, or perhaps about the events that had transpired at the Eight Views Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Che, the way you’re looking at me makes it hard to eat..." A blush crept onto Gu Fei's face as she spoke in a delicate voice.

Seeing that his precious disciple was unsatisfied, Hong Yi twitched his lips and abandoned his plan to offer on-the-spot guidance.

The wound on Zhang Ping's wrist was deep; she had been determined to die and had shown herself no mercy. It was only fortunate that she had been discovered in time.

As soon as this sword appeared, the entire Primordial Land trembled. The Witch-Slaying Sword was inherently designed to suppress the Witch Clan; all the Ancestral Witches, Great Witches, and other powerful figures of the clan felt as if some unseen force was restraining them.

Bai Xiao could say nothing more; she simply pressed herself deeper into his embrace. His words were enough.

Chunyu Cheng’s remark was a tacit admission that they were late. Youyou pouted but said nothing.

His words undoubtedly added fuel to the cold rage Feng Di was struggling to suppress. Had he not been holding Bai Xiao in his arms, he would have already leaped up and kicked him to the ground.

In the days that followed, Shen Yan’s life consisted of attending classes, eating, making medicine, and sleeping—a truly fulfilling, cozy, and comfortable routine.