Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Two: The Wasteful Grandson Tears the Album; The Entire Chen Family Is Consumed with Regret

The last sentence, spoken by Emperor Zhongli Qi, was exceedingly harsh. Xuanyuan Gongyan gazed at Zhongli Qi, and an uneasy premonition suddenly stirred within him.

“So you mean that Third Uncle Lu deserved to die?” Gu Xinan coldly interrupted, his voice laced with anger.

The dichotomy between resistance and acquiescence appeared strikingly immature and ill-timed when embodied by Wang Xingxin.

Each academy gradually resumed its former order, their opinions of the new master varied. Yet after Hu Ximei subdued everyone with thunderous methods, her favors outweighed the intimidation she’d imposed—a phenomenon unseen before.

Outside one of the large houses, guards patrolled in all directions. Soldiers frequently passed by, their shadows cast in myriad shapes by flickering torches.

Although the Emperor of Xiliang favored Tang Ning simply for who she was, a certain thought made Tang Ning’s face betray a trace of discomfort.

Upon hearing the young man in white shout fiercely, the spirit ape instantly realized its mistake, felt a chill in its heart, and hurriedly bowed its head to admit fault.

On this day, the white news birds soared across the world, spreading word of the Fire Dragon Pirates’ defeat of the Whitebeard Pirates, seizing their dominance and territory. The Fire Dragon Pirates’ flag now truly flew over the seas of the New World.

Sengoku cried out, blood gushing from his mouth as if without cost. With a leap, he soared into the air and delivered a punch to Whitebeard’s head, using no special power, only the raw force of his fist.

When she returned, Wang Hu drove his Santana and took us away. As we traveled, I peered out the window at the villagers—elderly folks idly chatting—who, seeing Wang Hu’s car, pointed and whispered. Clearly, Wang Hu’s family reputation was not enviable.

The connection felt weak, as if it might break at any moment. But this was not a major issue—it meant Niu San was still alive.

Yet ahead lay nothing but darkness. The space beneath was vast beyond imagining, and despairing, we had walked so long without finding water. If there were water, we could endure longer; without it, both Fu Yunyan and I might meet our end here.

But the weapon in his hand gave him immense confidence, and he thought to himself: even alone, what can any of you do to me? With such a divine blade, I, Hua Lian, will surely make you all scramble before me.

Pirates sailing the seas are not only adept at fighting enemies, but are even more skilled at handling large targets.

Thinking of the medical reform in his past life’s homeland, Ling Bozhou shook his head helplessly. He had a clear goal—examinations and clinical practice both must not be neglected. Hard work was nothing now; he was young and could endure it.

After speaking, he pushed open the door and entered the office. The man in the black coat followed him in and sat across from Zhao Donghai.

“You can take the item! How much do you want for that evidence? I’ll gather the money for you!” Yang Chunqiu exclaimed anxiously.

The four adventurers arrived at the camp and tossed the wild boar to a vendor. After some haggling, they exchanged it for shiny coins. Waving a rabbit, they shouted about having rabbit hotpot for supper.

“You?” Director Yuan always liked demanding more pay, but upon hearing someone else do so, he became instinctively excited.

Looking back at the victim and the “Snow,” everyone knew her. There had been sensational news recently—she’d been fined a large sum. How could the impression not be deep?

“Not going,” Huangfu Jin said coldly. How could he be bothered with her now? Besides, his feelings had faded; now that she was disfigured, what reason did he have to visit?

He still had a few old subordinates in the capital. He found them and made them search for the names listed on the contract—these were the Shui family’s runaway slaves; once found, they were to be executed on the spot.

After feeding Situh Han ginseng soup, Jiao Yue stayed to chat with him for a while before leaving.

Previously, it was embarrassing to ask Dan Meng for a photo. Now, with others requesting pictures, how could they hold back?

Nearly an hour later, the wound on his arm showed no more pus—only fresh, crimson blood.

The host’s task was to make a certain male lead, male supporting character, cannon fodder, or even a minor role fall in love with her. The host could currently distinguish who needed to be conquered by checking whose favorability could be raised.

Dr. Lu smiled faintly, “It is indeed a tribe within the Qinling Mountains.” Yun Hai was somewhat displeased; Dr. Lu’s words were clearly mocking him. To speak useless nonsense at such a critical moment—was it not courting death?

Miss Ye was speechless, but seeing Qi Ye frown and rub her knee, she could not utter a retort.

“That truly is a difficult question to answer!” Liu Xia tapped her temple lightly with her fingertip. “Clearly, it was I who suddenly wanted to stay—so who could have instigated me?” She looked at Sheng Xiao Mo with confusion.

“We’ll leave it at that for now,” Cao Ge felt a twinge of unease—he regretted investigating, but why had Li Jing’er sought out this man?

Luo Ran saw the truth lurking in the darkness. Yang Yu’s swordsmanship and temperament were ordinary; his aim was to skirt the edge of the sinister and cunning.

He was about to speak when he saw Ya Li’s brow furrow. The words caught in his throat.

When Luo Ran opened his eyes, he felt utterly exhausted, his head still dizzy. The night’s sleep had been truly draining. He recalled the dream from last night—it felt as though he had lived another life all over again.

The remaining three factions had long been subdued by her skill. Terrified, their bodies were weak and trembling, drained even of the strength to fight.