Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Art of the Craftsman! The Empress's Token!

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Seeing her beloved dog being kneaded and squeezed by Wang Yuan, unable to resist while held in his arms, Bai Yuting felt a surge of inner turmoil. If this were the case, the mayor’s crisis was far from resolved and might even be escalating into greater danger.

Yang Ming set He Caixia down, telling her to move to a safe location. He knew the opponent was a desperate man who would not stop until his goal was achieved, as he saw the driver of the large vehicle aiming the truck directly at him, downing several gulps of liquor from a bottle—clearly prepared to gamble with his life.

The white rock atop Yuhuang Peak suddenly emitted a green light, flickering with a rhythm of its own, as if it were breathing.

Entering the wooden cabin, Luo Jianguo shouted, "Luo Yu, Luo Ling, our guest has arrived." The furnishings inside were simple, with a hotpot, various vegetables, and meats already set out on an eight-immortals table.

"...owe them a wedding..." Tang Chen's voice was perhaps quieter than that of a mosquito; in any case, none of the people present, despite their exceptional hearing, could make it out clearly.

Even if one started learning from the womb, the time would still be too short to master such a level of skill! After all, Tang Chen’s age was a factor.

After Ling Yang struck him down, he frowned deeply, sinking into silence.

Song Zixuan should not have been in the principal's office with Yang Ming, but the mentor who had come from Qinghua was a close colleague of the professor who had highly esteemed Song Zixuan, and the intention of this visit was to recruit Song Zixuan into the Qinghua team.

Several male cultivators paused, then grew angry from embarrassment and wanted to strike, but they were not fools; with a Golden Core cultivator present, what good would it do to attack? In the end, they merely memorized the faces of Ye and Yan, intending to file a formal complaint with the Third Young Master once they returned.

Xia Mo was like a ghost from a movie; the streetlights could no longer cast her shadow. She pressed her lips tightly together, while Lin Huan had his mouth slightly agape, looking as if he had words he wanted to say but could not utter.

The questions from those who were—to be precise—suppressing laughter while teasing Happy made the creature too embarrassed to even feel shy. He simply closed his eyes, covered himself with his tail, and hid his face with his paws, pretending to be dead.

"Good child~" Unable to help herself, Mother Ding pulled Ding Jingshu into her arms. Thinking of the child's true identity, she felt a inexplicable sorrow. She felt a pang of heartache that the child had such independent thoughts; if so, when she came of age and she revealed that matter, the child might be able to accept it calmly.

Later, the sisters Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Hede entered the palace, and Consort Ban fell out of favor. The Zhao sisters acted with arrogance and tyranny in the inner palace, which the then-Empress Xu detested deeply. She set up an altar in her chambers, chanting and praying day and night for the Emperor’s longevity while cursing the Zhao sisters with impending disaster.

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Throughout the journey, the Blood Wolf had not dared to cross the path of the Fierce-Faced Spider Scorpion, appearing terrified of its aura. Even when urged by Lu Zheng to keep up, it never truly adapted.

Qiye accompanied the Ning family to pick vegetables, while Wuyou boiled water to steep tea for Shi Hui. Ning Caichen chased chickens in the courtyard, causing a chaotic flurry of feathers, and by the time he caught them, he was covered in chicken down.

But then again, since Momo could be resurrected, what else was impossible?

"How is Mengyao’s body?" Before Gu Ling'er could react, her arm was seized by a hand, and a piercing pain surged through her.

"By the way, I haven't had a chance to tell you two yet." Xia Qi lowered his voice and told them about the new magic he had mastered.

As the boulder came to a stop, the piece of paper floating before Tian Yunzi returned to his third eye.

On the scribbled parchment, Ye Fei recognized You Mountain, Cross Street, and several other well-known locations in You City.

Two days passed in a flash. On the morning of the third day, just as the sky began to brighten, Lin Leyu was awakened by a series of urgent knocks at the door.

Upon hearing this, the Great Emperor Haotian felt like dying; he looked at his descendant with utter disdain, signaling to Qin Hu with his eyes.

Su Xiao had not called, clearly busy with recording songs. Zhao Zhongqi took a taxi back to the hotel alone, and just as he finished a shower, Su Xiao returned.

The killing blow engraved on the token by the four Transformation-Spirit ancestors was like a strike from four such experts. Although it lacked the flexibility and variation of a living person and was somewhat rigid, the power was real and boundless.

As the streamer "Smiling at the Big News" finished speaking with a laugh, the special effects for gifts in his own livestream room began to multiply.

Lin Shier’s analysis was logical and sound, and Hongmeng agreed. The fundamental goal of this mission was to make Qingfeng Mountain the world's number one immortal sect, but until then, survival was the priority.

As the six fought heatedly, the number of onlookers in the restaurant increased, and the scene became quite lively.

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Looking at her usually gentle eldest sister, who was now stern-faced and silent, Li Lin'an bit her lip in grievance, gazing at her pitifully.

Qian Zimo found his reaction amusing. When she wasn't wearing a mask, he had pestered her, saying he wanted to marry her, but now he was so put off—he was truly a man who judged entirely by appearances.

As for Tian Boguang, upon hearing the words of the newcomer, he, having spent years in the underworld, felt an unprecedented sense of warning.

His hand was as hard as stone; if that punch had actually landed, Changsun Jiaqing would likely have vomited blood on the spot.

Fu Yingying’s delicate face bore a gentle smile, but her gaze fell on Zuo Shi'an, who sat to the side as if invisible. Her eyes flickered with an unreadable light.

Qian Zimo sat down listlessly. She took the washbasin from Shuang'er, rubbed the "towel" used for washing faces in ancient times to wipe her face, then slumped over her dressing table and fell fast asleep.

Her hand was tightly clasped with Su Zhan's as they walked slowly toward the altar, about to bow and thank the gods for their blessing.

Suddenly, the image on the living room television screen changed to a view of the first-floor hallway of the building they were in.

By the time the fire in the outer courtyard was fully ablaze, a firebreak had been created in the inner courtyard through manual control. As the fire spread from the outer to the inner, there was nothing left to burn, and it slowly died down, essentially brought under control.

With Qin Su’s level, as long as she didn't underperform, getting into Qinghua or Peking University should be no problem.

"We are all fellow villagers; I have no intention of harming you. But if you insist on remaining in the world of the living to harm others, then don't blame me," I said coldly.

One must know that the back of the head is one of the most vital points on a person. If struck there, Lu Yu would at best be dizzy and disoriented, and at worst, he could end up paralyzed.