Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Trade Fair

"Madam Tian's restaurant chef is truly skilled, no wonder the business here is so booming!" Zhang Wenxuan praised with a smile.

Tian Meng smiled faintly, her voluptuous breasts gently heaving, momentarily stealing Zhang Wenxuan's gaze.

"Mr. Zhang flatters me. These are just ordinary home-cooked dishes, I hope they suit your taste!"

Zhang Wenxuan chuckled awkwardly and quickly averted his gaze.

Inhaling the appetizing aroma of the dishes, his stomach was already rumbling.

Even with a beauty sitting right before him, Zhang Wenxuan discarded all pretensions of elegance and immediately began to dig in.

True to the craftsmanship of a five-star chef, the dishes were indeed extraordinary.

This meal was absolutely...

***

As the primordial energy gathered thicker and thicker, Yan Kai understood that if this single arrow failed to kill at least one opponent, his and Jiang Lihong's situation would become even more precarious.

In truth, Ji Yang still held some inner reservations, but reflecting on his cancer diagnosis, knowing he had little time left to live, he felt this was simply fulfilling his duty as a son. After all, hadn't the man supported him for five years?

"I hope Mother can find happiness, forget that heartless man, and just like me, find someone who truly loves her to begin a happy life."

This attack already bore the semblance of Huajin energy. The difference was that a Huajin martial artist's materialized attacks were omnipresent, whereas Song Yulong's attack could only be unleashed from the ribs of his folding fan.

Another minute passed, and seeing no one step forward, Hu Qin took the stage. Being on good terms with Le You, he had already disliked Bei Qingfeng, and seeing him scare away his opponents without a fight only heightened his dissatisfaction.

The servant replied, "No, the young master was right here just now... fighting—ah, he and the young mistress should have reached the assembly hall by now." He dared not mention that Gongliang Shiqian had struck the young master, as such punishments were not something just anyone could receive.

This was the sound of a wooden oar striking against a stone, but the force of this impact successfully altered the wooden boat's trajectory. Following that, Meng's psychokinetic power successfully turned the bow around, and with a vigorous stroke from Yumi, the boat glided safely past the giant boulder along the turning current.

***

Guanghao watched the retreating figures of Ge Binhai and Ji Pengyi, calculating in his mind that after this incident, he needed to gradually distance himself from Feng Yunfei.

The passage was not long, merely a dozen meters. Beyond it, the space suddenly opened up. Two torches stood on either side of the passage's end; although the light remained dim, the interior situation was now clearly visible.

Hearing this explanation, although Lu Yu'an was still somewhat displeased, his anger subsided considerably.

According to what they knew, Su Liuli was an absolute lone wolf, much like Li Guangming.

Watching S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strongest combatant head toward the pillar of light ten miles away, Phil Coulson did not forget his good-natured nature as he offered a reminder.

Both of them wore the joyful smiles of survivors who had cheated death, lying flat on the ground as they quietly gazed up at the azure sky.

"Damn it, this feels just like enemy mortar practice," Weiss muttered. Aside from continuing to direct the fire, there was nothing else he could do.

Li Rong looked at the ferocious, grinning hound and spoke. Hearing him, the hound immediately turned its head toward him and charged fiercely once more.

Though they still harbored deep anxiety that collecting all four burial garments might trigger a monstrous malicious spirit—and they had no idea how to handle such an entity if it appeared—the trio led by Ye Yun still dared not delay, rushing to find the fourth garment while trying to figure out how to cope should the spirit manifest.

This sequence primarily depicted Ren Yingying healing Linghu Chong; following this intimate physical contact, their relationship was officially established.

It was merely an opening, yet it left behind so many suspenseful hooks that viewers simply could not walk out of the theater before the very end.

One of the differences between founding an immortal kingdom and a mortal kingdom is that in an immortal kingdom, tribulations must be overcome one by one rather than all at once; until the previous tribulation is conquered, the next will not arrive. It lacks the tedious rituals of a mortal kingdom, but carries far greater difficulty and spans a much longer duration.

A single glance was all it took to send a shudder of dread through Xiang Yun and the generals behind him.

"Emperor of Monsters, if we truly step into the realm of Heavenly Entities, will those four Heavenly Entities make a move against us?" Huang Tian asked.

Under the suppression of this giant silver hand, the dark entity let out a desperate, piercing scream.

***

A group of people were deliberating in the secret room. When they entered, the sun was sinking in the west; when they emerged, the lanterns were already lit, and the night was enchanting. An alluring aroma of meat drifted through the air.

"Halt! You stole a soul belonging to my Immortal Realm, and you think you can just walk away like this?" Situ Yun shouted loudly.

"My dear minister, let's go inspect this gunpowder of yours." Li Er had long been captivated by Liu Yuan's novel "divine weaponry," so he had instructed the nearby eunuchs early on. The moment court was dismissed, he brought Liu Yuan straight here to witness the explosive power of the gunpowder firsthand.

Ling雪 remained completely oblivious, pressing her attack relentlessly. Linger, however, suddenly caught the sound of movement, took half a step back, and swung her long sword to shield herself impenetrably, casting a wary glance at Hao Fenglou.

A sharp, piercing howl rang out as a beam of light shot straight into the sky, bursting in the gloomy twilight like thunder.

"We can go check the outskirts, perhaps we'll find some clues!" Christina said to Zhen Fan. "What kind of rain could possibly alter a magnetic field?" She found this question rather baffling.

Seeing that Beitang Yexuan had genuinely managed to complete twenty laps, a trace of shock could not help but surface in Han Yueqiao's eyes. In her estimation, Beitang Yexuan could sustain at most ten laps; once he gave up halfway, she would have a pretext to drive him away directly.

Yuan Wuhui was left speechless and torn between laughter and tears upon seeing Long Kui's reaction. Turning back to scan the area, he truly could not fathom why the roasted fish had vanished into thin air. He thought to himself that if worse came to worst, he would simply leave this place.

Sophie's mood was already quite sour. This fellow possessed superhuman abilities yet refused to lend her a hand; after being so obedient previously, he acted like this now that they had been intimate. It made Sophie feel somewhat resentful, as if Liu Yong was casting her aside the moment she was no longer useful.

As for what to do next, that was the duty of Chen Mingjing, an exemplary people's police officer.

Just as they made this decision, the space within the hall suddenly trembled, and a figure appeared horizontally inside, collapsing right beside Lin Xuan.

Liu Yong knew what Xiuxiu was worried about, so he honestly recounted the story of how he had rescued Xu Zhiheng on his way from Tongcheng to Nanzhou. Xu Zhiheng had handed him this card as a token of gratitude. Having nothing to hide from Xiuxiu, Liu Yong relayed the whole truth just as it happened.

"Being an emperor is no easy task." Having navigated the treacherous waters of officialdom for years and witnessed countless affairs, Xiao逸 knew that a throne was a magnet of contention that everyone fought to seize. Yet without being a wise ruler, what was the point of sitting upon the throne? It would only earn the gnashing of teeth of the populace, for the water that carries the boat can also capsize it.