Volume 1, Chapter 24: Done in 20 Minutes; I’m Not Gay

One must understand that clearing bone fragments is a difficult task; one has to pinpoint their locations and extract them bit by bit. Yet, Ye Lin acted as if he possessed X-ray vision, removing a shard with every motion, and because the incisions were so minimal, he drew only a few drops of blood.

Ye Lin removed the hyperplastic fragments and repositioned the original ones, as it is better not to remove all of them; if set correctly, they aid in the natural healing of the bone. Even with his expertise in osteopathy and his ability to clearly visualize the bone structure, performing this procedure on both legs left him drenched in sweat. Once finished, he simply sutured the incisions and turned to pick up a box he had brought with him.

He had often urged his senior brother to prioritize the greater good, to show restraint, and to avoid actions that would undermine their own foundation. However, it was to no avail; the Huashan Sect eventually split, transforming from a prestigious first-rate sect into two struggling second-rate factions.

Fang Yan nodded, signaling the crew member beside him, who was carrying a camera, to begin recording.

Those in the martial arts world knew that the Nine Provinces Saber Technique was the signature art of the Su family. Years ago, after the Su family was wiped out, their saber manual was stolen. Since no news of survivors emerged, the public did not pay much attention to it.

But now, he felt like a piece of driftwood bobbing in the waves, swept along by the currents toward the vast ocean, without a single moment to catch his breath.

As for the new menu, she wanted not only beautiful illustrations but also elegant fonts. She was constantly revising it, back and forth, unable to settle on a final version.

Fu Shijin had not been idle these days; she had purchased the property and spent a small fortune on furniture and various items, meticulously tidying up the entire house.

Ye Chen rose and walked to the General Affairs Office to make a call, leaving everyone puzzled by his decision to go to such lengths when he could have just stayed put.

Before them stood a vanity crafted from precious agarwood, carved with intricate and complex lotus vine patterns. The handle of every drawer was fashioned from a single, solid gemstone—a display of the ultimate, understated luxury.

"Brother Xi... am I beautiful?" Qiu Yue had deliberately chosen to wear her favorite purple silk gown to welcome the deep autumn morning, hoping to touch the heart of the Demon of the West.

Xuan Su and Xuan Ya consciously turned away and, after dismissing the other servants, withdrew together.

"But... is it really necessary to take such a risk?" Having thought of a plan, Qin Shijie found himself hesitating again.

"Are you going out?" Seeing her appearance, Wen Shiyu closed his design draft and frowned as he walked toward her.

Once they crossed the ten-mile boundary, a veil of light appeared, blocking the road.

Yan Yangtian gave her another look; while he was indeed surprised by Jiang Mingyu’s stunning beauty, that was where it ended.

As the Supreme Tribulation Light descended, Tang Mo felt a profound terror envelop him, rendering him unable to utter a word.

Now that the Ancient Buddha Dipankara could no longer return to the Primordial Lord of Heaven, he had to rely on the two Sages of the West. Even if he harbored hatred within, he could not show it.

What filled her with doubt was that she had secretly intervened to stop Tang Mo, yet despite her efforts, the three demons had still vanished into thin air.

The Samadhi Divine Wind blew directly upon the souls of Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King; they felt as if their spirits were being sliced apart, one stroke at a time.

With troublemakers like Shi Ruoshan inside and powerful adversaries like the Tianyi Gang outside, Tao Sanniang would find it hard to perform miracles again. It would be better for her to return to Yizhou and continue her life as a hermitess.

Huangfu Rou did not strike, nor did she look at Zi Han again. She watched as Qingmo lunged forward, defeating Zi Han in under ten moves, leaving her in a miserable state.

"Brother Xiang Ting, I have waited for you for several four-year cycles... I love you, too... Can you really no longer see me?"

A beautiful nightingale in flight. Her chest was adorned with a few vibrant, exquisite flowers, making her appear even more charming and moving.

The already incited citizens were suddenly enraged. They stormed into the controlled residential district of the Japanese expatriates, brought out weapons from their homes, and began a frenzied bloodbath against these residents. The American police seemed to act as supporters, only arriving to clean up the scene after the Japanese had been killed.

"Master, I do not have a name. My existence is merely to assist my King in managing the nation more efficiently," the Super-Brain replied, as devoid of emotion as when it first spoke.

"Coral, I put a great deal of effort into these clothes. When do you plan to wear them for me?" Tang Jian asked, unwilling to give up.

But with a soft "puff," before Coral, who was in a state of meditation, could open her eyes, the frail Tang Jian coughed up a spray of blood and collapsed backward.

Xuan Che’s current injuries were too severe to risk moving; he would need to lie still for several days to recover, yet the situation seemed to offer them no such luxury.

Huangfu Rou knew that saying nothing would lead Mu Zhiyuan and the others to speculate, but she could not reveal too much either. She could not disclose her own affairs, so she could only offer vague conjectures to satisfy them.

The hot-tempered Mountain Ape merely raised his brows and said nothing; after all, the staff at the Hero Association were generally like this, unless they needed something.

As the Lizard spoke, it surged forward without warning. Although Black Stone struck its chest with a punch, the creature managed to grab hold of Black Stone’s hands.

Xia Haoran believed that those studying medicine must be held to such strict standards because they would eventually be dealing with precious, living souls. This school belonged to him, so he had to be rigorous, ensuring that every student who graduated was a person of the highest caliber.

Morning dew hung like pearls on the tender green blades of grass, reflecting the light of the rising sun, each one brilliant and dazzling.

She was clearly not a cold-hearted person, yet she had been forced to carry such heavy hatred. Now that her vengeance was served, she had unwittingly caused the death of innocent people. She had lost her purpose for living and was now burdened by the weight of her own guilt.