Volume 1, Chapter 35: Deep-Level Permissions

Her daily life was as plain and unadorned as could be: she was either at home waxing her property deeds, or she was out collecting rent, or perhaps on her way to collect rent.

Xiang Yue’e remembered the gifts she had intended to buy for her two elder sisters that she hadn't yet purchased, so she took Peng Lanlan and Yingzi with her to that familiar western-style shoe store.

"If you wish, you could have your father come into the manor for the New Year; you should speak with your husband about it." Feng Rongxi vaguely understood what she was asking for, so she dodged the subject intentionally, not wanting to state it plainly.

"The Lucky Star detects people and objects within a hundred-mile radius every day, triggering a daily task. Completing each task earns you a Good Person Card. Good Person Cards can be used for lucky draws, purchases in the mall, and experience leveling." As these words appeared once more in Zuo Mo’s mind, he was momentarily taken aback.

Xiao He stared blankly at Luo Fanchen, while Murong Yan stood to the side, not knowing what to say.

Outside the restaurant, Liu Jingling, who had just stepped out, was blocked in his path. A group of people stood in his way, led by a young man in fine silk robes of yellow. He had an unremarkable appearance, but his waddling, swaying gait seemed intended to ensure everyone knew he was a playboy.

"You have the same impatient temper as your grandfather," the old man said, not at all displeased by Su Lin’s questioning.

Xiao He and Lin’er broke the surface of the water, gasping desperately for air. Even cultivators need to breathe, drink, and eat; unless they have shattered the void, even a Scattered Immortal can go no longer than half a year without sustenance.

"Have you ever had a shred of sincerity toward Feng’er? He is now facing imprisonment, and even Wan Yao is frantic with worry, yet you are the only one who shows no alarm." Xia Lianzhi began to wipe away tears, continuously lamenting how pitiful Xia Chunfeng was and how no one could help him now that he was behind bars.

This simple, ordinary strike somehow manifested a terrifying aura. The very space was torn open by the blow... The resulting rift did not close but instead formed a vortex-like entrance, three zhang high and two zhang wide.

For days, it had been difficult for her to see her brother. Despite living in the same villa, she somehow could never find the opportunity to meet him; she couldn't even manage to cross paths with him.

"I am merely showing off in front of an expert. You have a much better handle on hotel management than I do; otherwise, you wouldn't have become the young director of several international chains at such a young age!" Gu Yiran laughed dismissively.

"Your spiritual perception far exceeds that of ordinary people. You can sense things others cannot, such as the design of the Grim Reaper!" Chen Ze said with a smile.

The young man turned pale with fear, his eyes filled with terror, having no idea what had just occurred.

Just as everyone thought the matter had settled, the system prompted that someone had activated the "Snatch the Bride" system.

Of course, Li Lizhi would never dare express these thoughts in front of Li Er. She could only sneak off to Empress Zhangsun to share her innermost secrets. Yet, it was precisely this conversation that led to trouble.

Thinking that he could no longer be with Su Mo, Li Yaotian felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He was unwilling to accept it. He had finally found her—he hadn't even managed to get her into bed yet, nor had he heard her say she forgave him—how could he just die?

He lunged forward with his blade in a fierce strike. All the primordial power within his body erupted like a tidal wave, instantly condensing into a blade aura fifteen zhang long, slashing toward Ye Han.

The clear sky outside had turned overcast at some point. Raindrops the size of beans tapped against the glass window, striking even harder against Ye Zhitong’s heart. Her inner gloom mirrored the overcast sky, desolate as grass in the wind, helpless and abandoned.

Just moments ago, they had received news that a shareholders' meeting would be held tomorrow. Everyone was speculating that the shareholders might be electing a new president, and they were all extremely curious about who the new leader would be.

However, his father couldn't suppress his anger and vomited blood, leaving behind a chronic heart ailment that never healed; he passed away a few years later.

Because of this, Xiao Yan established a certain level of prestige; at the very least, no one dared to look down on him anymore. On the contrary, most looked at him with admiration, making future interactions much smoother.

Who would have known that this seemingly weak maneuver, "Soul-Fragrance Fatal Strand," possessed power far beyond Ling Yu’s expectations? The clash of their two moves sent Ling Yu staggering back over thirty paces before he could fully neutralize the opponent’s force.

Lily of the valley flowers filled the room. In the sapphire-blue hourglass, fine white sand fell slowly. Li Siqin and Xia Haitong sat facing each other, each with a cup of coffee before them.

Ji Qing had not slept well all night, regretting his impulsiveness. His careless actions had caused a great disaster; not only did he suffer for it, but he had also caused Mengzhu to worry and nearly cost him his life. Turning the matter over and over in his mind, he felt that something was not quite right.

Laughter pierced through the long passage of time, as if returning to the carefree student days of several years ago.

Xie Junhe drank his wine as if no one else were present. No matter what Xue Hai said, he offered no response, as if he had turned into a statue.

Everyone began to head toward the Imperial City of the Sand Cloud Empire. Xiao Peng and Meng Hui wore robes to conceal their unique identities, as their appearance in other empires would invite numerous unnecessary troubles.

"To the right." Ling Yu barely managed to force the words out. He was panting like an ox, and white mist steamed from his head as if he were a steamer.