Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Gap in Cultivation? How About Now?

Zhou Quan relished this sensation; he truly enjoyed being the center of attention. It must be said that this fellow was someone who thrived on being valued and cherished, finding great pleasure in having everyone revolve around him.

For Zhou Quan, the most enjoyable thing was being with his family. Over the past two months, he had only been able to rely on phone calls to chat with them. While the connection had never been broken, it still left a lingering sense of regret.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, focus more on how to survive until the late stage of the Fusion Realm," Xun Yi said, lounging lazily on the bed.

Zheng Ada exclaimed in shock, and we were all stunned. How could there be a grave mound here? Where had the corpses of the five Tiger Cavalry Sect Taoists gone?

In this laboratory covering several thousand square meters, a vast array of experimental equipment was laid out. At the center of it all stood six coffin-like human calibration tanks.

Adam smiled. His expression was incredibly pure; it is rare for a forty-year-old man to maintain such an innocent smile, suggesting that his life had never been tainted by the filth of society.

Chen Mo did not mention the formidable protective power of his fourteenth-layer Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art. Had it not been for that strength, he likely would have suffered severed limbs or shattered internal organs rather than just internal injuries and broken bones. Even then, it was uncertain whether the "Breath of Life" within him would have been enough to resurrect him.

"Let me see your hairpin," Fairy Flower Stamen said. No sooner had she spoken than her divine sense detected something unusual within his protective radiance, and a look of astonishment crossed her face.

As the fresh blood splattered and Zhang Yihou began to weep, I felt as if something within my heart had shattered.

Mo Zichen sighed softly to herself. She had long anticipated that this might happen; it was fundamentally an unsolvable knot. If she were in this position, what choice would she make?

Zhu Le provided the address, and Zhao Siyue bid farewell to Wang Xin. As she walked away, she looked back several times, feeling a flicker of glee when she realized the other party did not suspect she was not Li Siyue. After much effort, she found the location Zhu Le had mentioned, but since they had never met, she was preparing to call when Zhu Le suddenly appeared from behind.

Perhaps the incense had been crafted using alchemical methods to extract its essence, for it produced little smoke as it burned, yet it exuded a fragrance that was remarkably soothing.

The two exchanged glances. Could this be a trap? Suddenly, they lost all interest in the room full of wealth.

After losing the first match, the defeated Flash Wolves team was granted the priority to choose their side, and they once again selected the blue side for the second game.

Yuan Shu could not help but burn with anger, yet upon seeing Cao Cao, he was struck by a sense of trepidation. In the past, he had been terrified by Cao Cao’s might. Even though he was the direct descendant of a family that had produced high officials for four generations, Cao Cao feared nothing. Seeing him intervene now, Yuan Shu was torn and paralyzed, unsure of how to proceed.

The walk home was agonizingly slow. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, but Sima Boyu seemed not to hear it, returning home completely drenched. By midnight, he had developed a high fever, and Mrs. Sima stayed awake all night in a panic until the fever finally broke at dawn.

The Shadow Guards and assassins following in the dark were fed a steady diet of public displays of affection throughout the journey; it was a miracle they hadn't choked to death.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man emerged from the archway. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with brows like swords and a face full of dignity—a truly imposing figure with broad shoulders and a sturdy build.

When he had purchased it, it cost over seven million gold coins, but since it wasn't his own money, Duanmu Fei felt no pangs of regret.

Thus, Liang Ren decided it was best to keep Ming Xi steady for now. After a moment of contemplation, he set off in pursuit of her.

"No," Zijin replied, pausing for a moment, her hand holding the comb to brush Shiyao’s hair frozen in place for a second.

Sheng Shi had rarely felt such embarrassment in his thousand-year life, not knowing how to respond, until his phone rescued him.

Zhao Yi understood what Zhu Jun meant. He feared that if a precedent were set, future rebellions would be difficult to control. The remnants of the Yellow Turbans were not limited to Zhao Hong’s faction; if they were to burn and pillage, it would be only natural for them to surrender when surrounded by government forces. This would not serve as a sufficient warning to the world, and the cycle would repeat itself endlessly.

On a muggy and dry summer night, in a parking lot outside a high-end club near London's Tower Bridge, a car sat with its windows tightly shut, the air conditioning running inside.

There was no emotional fluctuation in Wu Ling’s voice, which made He Yifeng realize that he truly had no chance left; it was as good as a death sentence pronounced by her.

Gu Weiran was enjoying her meal and paid no mind to her pleas, so she changed her posture and continued.

Ming Nan was wholeheartedly looking after Yu Lu, occasionally pouring her drinks or picking food for her, all of which was observed by both sets of parents.

At this moment, Sheng Shi even had the heart to mock Liu Nian’s awkward swimming style, but Ji Liunian was too preoccupied with worry for Ling Jiajia to pay him any mind.

Though these two children could not be described as exceptional, they had stable jobs, and life was not an issue for them.

Presumably, the owner of this teddy bear was the person Gu Weiran longed for but could never have.

Yet I did not listen to Chen Jiayi’s advice. I pushed her aside and continued to strike him with the butt of the gun: "Damn you, why did you hit my sister? Why did you hit my sister..." At that moment, I was beating him not because he had held me hostage, but because he was the one who had driven the car and left Ye Zi in such a state.

"You want me to steal her away? I’m afraid that in the end, we won't even be able to be friends. Besides, if she has no feelings for me and her boyfriend finds out, it would be pointless." Shi Qian was thinking entirely of Yu Fei as he spoke to Lin Shenshen.

When all was said and done, how Yang Xian treated others was his private business, but she knew full well how he treated her. If nothing else, she could never sever the bond created by the debt of saving her life.

"Fine, I’ll leave the schedule here for you. Look at it when you have time." The agent also sensed that Yu Fei had something on her mind lately; after placing the schedule on the coffee table, he turned and left.

Frowning as he watched Wang Chen talk for so long without any sign of leaving, the man finally lost his patience. After hurriedly settling the bill at the restaurant, he walked toward Wang Chen.

Ye Rui hummed as she lay in Wang Chen’s arms, her eyes remaining closed. Wang Chen gently patted her back, closed his own eyes, and drifted back to sleep.