The Concubine Takes Her Place at the Table

When a cat catches a mouse, it always toys with it first rather than eating it right away, because the cat feels absolute confidence in the face of such prey.

Chen Ziqing came from a family of blacksmiths and had become quite skilled at forging, but this was not something he could use to compete with Zong Tao.

On the Yangtze River, a convoy of merchant ships was making its way upstream. The sailors deftly adjusted the sails, while the oarsmen inside rowed with all their might, so the fleet’s progress was anything but slow.

At this moment, Duan Ye was also extremely anxious. In truth, his composure was nothing more than a facade—after all, with all his subordinates present, if he were to panic, it would only be natural for them to lose confidence as well.

It is because everyone tries to write about it, because the subject is so grand, that it becomes all the harder to craft something unique, to create new styles or truly good work.

“No, if we only get close by now, it’ll be too late—let’s do it right in the air, just two or three meters higher is enough.” Chen Junyi spoke with an air of finality; there was no time to lose.

Hundreds of branches, each as thick as a giant water jar and stretching a thousand meters long, endlessly regenerated like steel whips—until, in an instant, they dissolved into nothingness. The ancient tree demon, in a state of terror, looked incredulously at the gaping hole that had appeared in its own roots.

Over a decade ago, the city of Chunshan was still a mining town, famous for a rare mineral it produced. However, the mining had devastated the environment—though the locals were relatively wealthy from the mines, it was as if they lived in a ravaged world.

As expected, Ye Yanqing was the first to open her eyes. She then recalled the events that had led to her acquaintance with the young lady from Peach Blossom Valley.

After once again using crude methods to stop Yamamoto’s bleeding, Zhao Zilong took out his phone and dialed Cheng Wannian’s number.

Chu Haoran, though accustomed to such startled looks, felt that a commander should surely be well-versed in worldly affairs. Could it be the system had set him up to be just like anyone else? Wasn’t it just a matter of infiltrating enemy lines, killing, and drawing attention—hardly something that should surprise anyone to this extent.

Meanwhile, Yang Dai and Lin Ruoruo were still recovering inside the Divine Martial Cauldron, and Wang Yang needed to transfer them out for further care.

“I was planning to grope the beauty in the dark, and you were the one who pulled me onto the horse. Heh, if you can’t stand it, just let me go over there.” I grinned wickedly at the silhouette of Yi Mu ahead. His body trembled slightly.

After her reverie, Liu Wen seemed to recall something. She smacked her lips and then frowned.

Seeing Lin Feng’s expression, Park Jixin felt a hint of reassurance rise in her heart. She walked slowly toward Lin Feng and, upon seeing the battlefield she herself had created within the hull of the Tianlong, she felt a little embarrassed.

For him, the cost of taking a life in this society was simply too high. Until he was prepared to bear the consequences, Wang Yang had no intention of killing anyone.

He understood what Lin Feng meant, and he knew well the subtleties and logic behind it.

I rushed forward and picked one to stuff in my mouth. The fruit was tart and sweet, somewhat like hawthorn, but on closer look it wasn’t the same—no matter, as long as it was edible. After eating my fill, I gathered more, stuffing them into my coat. Evening was already closing in, so I called for Sister Bird and hurried on my way, sneaking quietly back into the garden.

Her fair wrist bore a slanting crescent-moon bracelet, her eyes were clear and bright, and she clutched her cotton jacket—once worn, now held tightly in her arms.

People like them had always preyed on the weak and feared the strong; talking reason with them was useless. Only someone even more ruthless could make them submit. Ling Feng, who had tasted the world’s cruelty early, understood this well.

Scenes like this usually only appeared in films, yet now they were playing out in real life.

Huangfu Shijie’s martial arts were ancient and domineering, brimming with an air of force—this was the Huanfu family’s secret discipline.

Two prodigies, newly advanced and exceptionally gifted, both taken captive—this world is just that cruel! ... A flash of light swept over, and Fang Junmei opened his eyes.

“Don’t be too nervous—look at me, just pretend I’m the man you love most. Leave everything else to me. Once you hit the water, someone will come to save you. Don’t worry.” Song Yu’s voice was gentle, and after hearing this, she took a deep breath and felt much more at ease.

“That’s right. That place is quiet, and in this kind of weather, it’s perfect for those who enjoy that atmosphere to have a good time.” The driver chuckled.

Wang Ying’s features were as delicate as jade, his demeanor both scholarly and commanding—he seemed to summon wind and rain without a word.

The surprise was so overwhelming that the three heads of the Gu family were stunned by the great news. When they saw the scores, all three suspected they’d checked the wrong candidate number. After several rounds of double-checking, they finally accepted that their “hopeless student” had indeed reached the threshold for a top school.

At that moment, Wuxin suddenly caught a glimmer of light in the distance—like a candle flame shining through the sparse trees. Without further hesitation, Wuxin quickly tended to his wounds, braced himself against a tree, and slowly made his way toward the light.

“Heh. Does she even know how to play Mozi? I swear I didn’t see her use her ultimate skill once the whole match!” With “Weiwei Smile” backing him, “There’s a Tree at the Door” became much more assertive, openly challenging Qin Feng.

The moment he revealed his true self, Gu Xijin naturally didn’t react—but Long Buhui, Fang Buhui, Master of Scattered Flowers, and Master Yunlai all started in shock, with the most complex expression on Fang Buhui’s face.

Outside the Heavenly Path Sect, crowds of cultivators arrived, gazing with curiosity at the splendid sect buildings and marveling at this wealthy sect.

Later on, his mother remarried into another family, and so Zhang Bainin followed her there.

Ye Hu began playing with her, and they had a wonderful time together, playing three times in a row. When dawn threatened, he knew it was time to leave—after all, people would soon be up making tofu for the morning.