Volume One, Chapter Ten: Mr. Shen, from now on I’ll treat your words as nothing but hot air.

Even Chen Ke, thick-skinned as she was, couldn’t bring herself to tag along, and with an awkward expression, she turned and walked away.

“Ru Fei, do you know, as soon as I return to the palace, even the Empress must obediently hand over her treasures for me to manage—do you believe it?” The Dowager wanted to see for herself what manner of woman could so captivate the king and the princes.

The speed at which the True Words of Action ascend is not achieved in a single instant; there is a process of steady acceleration. The length of this process grows shorter as one's understanding deepens, until, upon reaching the highest realm of comprehension, the surge becomes instantaneous.

“Now, it’s your turn!” Lin Ming extended a finger, beckoning to the last bodyguard.

“Please, we beg you—” The imperial physicians, for once, were of one mind; survival was paramount, and all jealousy of Ying Tao’s talent and fortune was forgotten.

“You…” Ma Jiaohong would ordinarily have cared little, yet now, she found herself instinctively refusing to answer.

I nodded. At that moment, Qing’er wanted to help. I told her, “You go back first. Bring my sedan chair here.” Qing’er quickly responded and ran ahead.

And now, as a novice, you’ve earned twelve points in just two rounds—do you think others are merely hyping you up? Offering empty flattery?

If those people have truly been bought by Feng Qianxun, then if he wants the throne, let him take it. Gan’er is finished; the kingdom means nothing to him anymore.

“You…” Zhao Yi’s furious shout was delivered with all his might; hearing him yell about beating his own behind in front of so many people, Nan Su Rou, sitting in the carriage, nearly lost her composure.

Lin Hao didn’t understand much about high-tech matters, but judging by the glowing eyes of the experts brought in by Su Yan, and the experimental and exploratory materials they provided, it was clear that Base One could deliver as promised.

Cheng Bozhi should wake in a few days, but it was best not to travel much during recovery. If he were brought back to Earth, he would never stay quietly at home while she was away, so it was better to let him recuperate at the base.

Less than two thousand meters away, the temperature dropped by about twenty degrees. If it continues like this, what follows will be unbearable. This worried him somewhat. The biting cold, at such speed, stung his skin painfully.

Liu Qinyue had clearly never experienced such a scene before. Though many men admired her, none had ever been so direct.

“…Settle what bill? We barely ate anything.” Jiang Yilin called the waitress to pack up their food, but when he turned, his teammates and Jiang Yicheng had vanished.

Zhang Sheng had already planned the entire affair; all that remained was to carry it out.

At this moment, a child lay sprawled beside her, and on her other side, the man.

The blood-red-eyed Devouring Tiger had now become almost holy; sitting cross-legged, it held one hand before its chest, chanting as if reciting sutras.

“It seems you’ve already made up your mind. If so, just say it directly!” Mu Yang said calmly.

Fu Liang, ever considerate, handed everyone a trash bag, and they each tossed their sunflower seed shells inside.

His memory lingered at the moment of his death, still unaware of the implication in the Performer’s words. He gazed at the Performer in confusion.

“But since you cured Su Xue’s eyes, I can tell you about my deputy’s hobbies! She loves sweets, fitness, and swimming, insists on running every morning, enjoys economics books, keeps flowers and cats, and plays the piano.

Moreover, the Golden Light Mantra, an orthodox Daoist spell, is especially effective against the sinister tricks of these demonic outsiders.

With Fu Liang’s solemn shout, the talisman shot forth, landing among two others suspended in the eastern sky.

When Wang Jun came to stir up trouble in the Gengsi sector, Meng Yanxing appeared, took away the seriously injured, and warned Wang Jun.

“Shout! Shout now!” Zuo Bin charged forward, yelling. The Ming soldiers who understood Annamese immediately cried out, “Commander Zheng Guang is dead! Surrender quickly and you will be spared! Commander Zheng Guang is dead! Surrender quickly and you will be spared!” In the darkness, their voices rang out starkly.

No matter how much he numbed himself with alcohol, whenever he thought of Lin Feng, the sense of helplessness grew heavier, suffocating him.

“Master Ye, don’t hang up… This is Wu Yun. I called to tell you something important!” Wu Yun identified himself and quickly explained the reason for his call.

To him, life was but a drama; everyone played their part according to fate’s script.

However, Lin Haoyu suspected that the wedding would truly happen; he had never seen his CEO so invested in anyone as he was in Fu Xiaoxiao.

“Now Yin Bai knows how to attack the Nightmare Lord, but I still don’t know how to remove the impurities from the Nightmare Lord—what is this ‘Nightmare Heart,’ and where is it…?” Nan Ba scratched his head awkwardly.

Under Yang Pan’s control, the small remnant shadow entered Liu Xunxiang’s body, writhing and devouring his flesh, causing the skin behind his right arm to bunch up.

Liu Xunxiang said nothing more; after all, what followed was unimportant—everyone understood.

Though the families were split, it didn’t mean the Liu clan would loosen their watch; Madam Liu kept constant vigilance over their courtyard.

Liu Yue’er clenched her handkerchief, her face contorted. Although she didn’t know what Fu Jiuning had just done, she was certain the whistle was not a good omen.

Although she claimed filling classmates’ books was pointless, seeing Bai Jingyan receive so many while she herself got nothing—not even news of the reunion—Chen Ruowen was truly displeased.