Volume 1, Chapter 156: Take Good Care of Li Ruochu

Lu Jiming hung up the phone, feeling the world spin around him as large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping past his cheeks and into his collar.
A family of eight, with mouths to feed the moment their eyes opened every day—such a life was terrifying beyond measure.
"This Wu Jiang, as far as I know, has served as a steward in the Liu residence for many years. Ah, yes, the reason the Prince of Shu moved into the Liu residence in the first place was because Wu Jiang is the cousin of Hou Hui, a military advisor under the Prince of Shu," Lu Xun said.
"Here is a map of the main hall's security. There is a relatively vulnerable patrol point here. Send some men to assassinate Lord Austin," Charlotte said.
Yet who could have expected that the sword qi of Liangzhou would shrink back and refuse to come out, while the Leopard Head Association of Jizhou launched wave after wave of attacks.
Austin left with a few guards. Just as he had anticipated, Gray was waiting for him not far away.
"Well then, it's getting late. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning! I need to pack my things!" With that, Bertha went into her room.
"Let's go. It's too chaotic here. I'll take you out to see the world!" The Mountain Rabbit possessed intelligence no inferior to that of a human. Coupled with its lively and carefree nature, it was unsuited to being locked up in the Grimoire Space for long. Besides, his Grimoire Space was too barren and monotonous; the Mountain Rabbit would never stay put and would surely stage a rebellion inside it.
Though unwilling to accept it, Yi Ping'an was no match for senior brother and Saint Child Ye Tianya, and was dragged away forcibly.
Before long, the sizzling sound of roasting meat drifted over. In the firelight, I looked at his profile—his resolute, sharply chiseled face and healthy bronze skin radiated a fascinating glow under the flames.
After consuming three hundred Heavenly Infant Pills, all nine golden cores condensed into Nascent Souls, stationing themselves above the dantian in a neat row as torrential power surged within his body.
Shortly after, a burly man fell from the sky, landing right beside Yaoye, and said with complete and utter submission.
Therefore, no matter who it was, as long as they were part of the convoy, Chen Ran would spare no effort to save whoever could be saved. This was his code of conduct.
Qin Shaoyou gripped his long spear, slowly raising it to point at the four figures ahead, and shouted four powerful words in a deep, resonant voice.
After all, in his previous life, he had never heard of where Jiang Wenxi had acquired the fire-variant zombie spirit crystal.
Meanwhile, Old Pan beside him experienced a sudden brightening of his gaze, instantly grasping the young man's intention.
In fact, he could have shattered those two swords at any moment. After all, those swords contained only two sword spirits; how could they possibly stop a powerhouse at the Great Completion realm?
The next moment, a streak of purple lightning flashed through the golden light, revealing Chen Luo's figure as he made a grasping motion into the empty air.
Seeing Zhou Yuan's action, Bai Ya, whose gaze had originally been fixed on Fan Fei, cast an extra glance at Zhou Yuan.
Although it was only a very faint scent, at such close range, even though the nose of this climbing creature had been injured, it still managed to catch the odor.
This time, he didn't need to rely on an off-the-cuff speech or make pacts with the entire student body to capture everyone's attention the way he did last time.
The first-floor hall was somewhat bustling. It was a completely open-plan hall, with nothing but massive pillars supporting the structure and vast empty space. Only along the outermost perimeter against the walls ran a massive array of counters, behind which various finished products forged by blacksmiths were displayed.
"A besieged city—how could it be so easy to break through? Besides, where are we supposed to escape to?" Zhang Lin wished he could, but getting out was impossible.
Through their time together over this period, Rong Yicheng could sense that Jiang Zining did not harbor the same aversion toward her as she did toward everyone else.
"There's no trace left; it's most likely formless and intangible. I wonder what the texture is like. Surely it won't be like eating air?" Wang Linchi returned to his room with a hint of regret, casually shutting the door, and began shoving the pitch-black, fire-roasted soft-mud skeleton—already prepared for him by the Sovereign—directly into his mouth.