Volume One, Chapter 102: Fortunate Fate, a Martial Arts Master to the Rescue!

Even in the late 1980s, the urban villages of Yangcheng, such as Sanyuanli, were already bustling with shops. Walking through the streets, Yang Weicheng felt a unique sensation.

Even the Grand Chancellor, Grand Tutor, and Grand Commandant—the three highest-ranking officials in the Great Qian court—narrowed their eyes slightly as they observed Yao Chong.

“Send Hu Ling a text message and ask if she comes from another world,” Ling Xiao said, feeling exceptionally clever for the first time, his smile brimming with pride.

“Uncle Big Face has been very kind to me; he saved me,” Hu Qi said, tears streaming down her face as she wiped the fresh blood spilling from Hu Ling’s mouth, distressed by her sister’s severe injuries.

In the chaotic battle, when he saw the man smile slyly, he suspected a trick and immediately leapt into action. However, without any threatening moves from him, he was knocked away by a fierce tiger fork, his body forced to stabilize mid-air.

Ling Xiao didn’t notice that she rolled her eyes impatiently, took off her clothes again, and lay back down on the wooden bed.

As the two chatted, Liu Jia silently moved over and sat beside Tan Rui, joining the conversation quietly.

With a mere breath, Hua Hongfei’s brow relaxed slightly. Within the Great Xia, what was there to fear?

Not far away, amidst the shockwaves, the severely wounded Bimons struggled to rise. Gazing at the place where he had once studied, he let out a scream filled with terror and bitter rage.

Nangong Ming spoke fiercely, yet when his hand touched Feng Ruhuang’s belly, his touch remained gentle as always. This was their child; how could he bear to harm it?

In a moment, Shen Yuechen arrived with several stewardesses to collect the goods. They left the ginseng herbs to the elders. The few sets of head ornaments were divided into two parts—one for the main branch, the other for the second branch. The remaining bolts of silk fabric were also distributed accordingly.

The great beast, cloaked in flames, leapt about anxiously, occasionally emitting piercing shrieks.

Hearing the exchange between Sun Ze and He San, Sophia’s face revealed a barely perceptible smile.

At first, Nurse Wu was surprised but soon found it quite reasonable. Upon reflection, she seemed to be the most suitable candidate.

After strolling leisurely with Qing Ge and Ling’er until dusk, Luo Tianyuan finally began heading back to his residence.

Of course, with the grandeur of the Hongwu Dojo and Li Hongwu’s complete lack of secrecy, the National Assembly received all the information. Instantly, the Assembly split into three factions: one opposing, one supporting, and one neutral.

There seemed to be a shimmering light flickering over his hands, which then transferred to the Great Taiyang Universal Sword. The sword surged forward with unparalleled force.

Heh, the world is vast; who would have thought to encounter someone from the Eagle Realm again at the Canghai Academy?

Afterward, Emperor Kangcheng tidied the bedding on the imperial concubine’s couch and, once everything was in order, opened the door.

As for Zhang Qianrong, there was no need to mention how close their relationship was. He had only met Su Su a few times and once confessed his feelings to her.

Yue Wangshu was at a loss; was she so impatient to elevate her to the rank of Fourth Concubine just for this? Was it worth promoting the disliked Du family to Noble Consort for her sake?

Qin Fan informed his grandfather of his location. Having not contacted him for days, he was somewhat worried but mainly eager to share his suspicions.

“Then go buy yourself new clothes. Didn’t I just pay your salary? It’s perfect for the New Year to wear something fresh,” Chen Guo said.

But not even knowing the name... wasn’t that absurd? Could it be that the researchers in this world knew so little about the legendary spirits of the Alola region that they didn’t even know what Cosmog looked like?

After class assignments, Ye Chen found that nearly all the students in his class were similarly impoverished.

Qing Zhu shot Huo Yiyi a glance but dared not offend him due to his status. She reluctantly let him into the courtyard and went to consult Zheng Huanjie.

Zhang Qianrong’s lips moved slightly but ultimately said nothing, closing his eyes and passing away.

There were only seven young wealthy women on the ship, but dozens of attendants, making the service overwhelmed and insufficient.

Yet Zhong Jingtao was one hundred percent certain that the force behind Zhao Renfan’s punch was far more than just some malevolent aura.

“How could she run away?” Murong Qi was puzzled. Knowing Qin Xuan’s abilities, he had specifically sent Murong Xuan to accompany her. Now that she had fled, it would be hard to explain to the Prince of Yan.

“Are Grandpa and Grandma in good health?” Gu Dongchen changed the subject. His little one, Niu Niu, had many inexplicable aspects, but what could be done? He just needed to pay more attention and not let others catch on.

Zhao Renfan glanced helplessly at Lin Feifei, knowing that Ying Ning’s words were far more complicated than they seemed.

Song Qiao placed a piece of cake onto the white porcelain plate before Tang Miao. Though Tang Miao’s gaze never wavered, his chopsticks were remarkably precise.

As she spoke, she cast a faint glance at the group, who were all startled. So, was this young lady from the Tang family here under her own martial identity?

Mentioning Xiao Zhe, one recalled that he was returning home this winter. Xiao Zhe had shown her a letter from his family, roughly indicating that it was time to join the army; he had stayed too long in the countryside, and further delay was meaningless.

Under the sun, He Guoqing was scrambling with comrades for a shabby blue ball. He wore a somewhat worn, fitted army green vest, matching trousers, and military shoes. Though dressed like the others, he never blended in with the crowd.

Unaware, He Zhizhou’s greatest concern was that Mingyue had run away. Hence, he urgently petitioned for a marriage decree—to officially bind her under his watchful eye. From then on, she would bear his surname, become his person, and bear his children. Where else could she possibly run?

“Isabella, that’s rather impolite, isn’t it?” Zheng Zhefan smiled at Isabella’s astonished expression.

“Amelia, you deserve to die. I shouldn’t have deceived you. Just kill me, as long as you don’t torture me.” After rolling away, Lone Wolf quickly got up and knelt before Amelia, pleading.