Volume 1, Chapter 31: Special Training, Someone Is Coming to Take Mr. Shen Away!

Chen Yilin had already seen her right after her car accident, staring at her charred, blood-mangled face; the current situation was hardly a shock by comparison.

The seven human emotions—joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, and shock—form the basis of human experience. Once poisoned by this substance, a person quickly loses strength, grows drowsy, and finds it difficult for their spirit to leave the body. However, this is fleeting, lasting only a few breaths.

Zhang Yi cast his gaze toward the storm outside the porthole, feeling a sense of dread. Even though he had cast aside the reputation of Midtown, the burden of this massive disaster had already been pinned squarely on him.

"Very well," Yun Yifan nodded with a smile and strode behind Yun Yitian.

The intimacy between Yun Yi and Chu Zong the previous night had deeply unsettled Gu Yuanting, leaving him in a state of indescribable agitation.

Bai Jicheng faltered. Chu Zong’s mind had become increasingly unfathomable. He dared not ask how Chu Zong had managed to topple Chu Yu, but he was already fearful of Chu Zong’s methods. Since becoming the Crown Prince, Chu Zong’s power and prestige had grown so significantly that even Bai Jicheng no longer dared to put on airs as his father-in-law.

Qi Qingheng understood what Zhao Chengsi meant: Prince Yong’s influence was not yet strong enough to contend with Emperor Jing’an. Without powerful support, the Prince would not risk taking such a gamble.

Face to face, both sides were stunned. Zhang Yi realized the other party was also using a Phiomi spacecraft, though of a type he had never seen before—it looked like a crab shell drifting through the starfield.

Meng Yunyi bowed respectfully to the two, invited them into the carriage, and followed them inside.

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he would greet or nod to the acquaintances he encountered.

Upon arriving, he saw that they were all heavy hitters—the most renowned experts in the country, specializing in both Western and Chinese medicine, were all present.

Yu Wangfeng had been waiting at the manor for some time. Seeing Chu Yuheng arrive with Yu Wangfei, he marched toward them, brimming with rage.

Now, he only needed to return to Hailan Star, quiet his mind, and maintain a serene state to prepare for his breakthrough into the Nascent Soul realm.

"So my life is cheap, and I deserve this?" Shen Liu’er clutched her head, looking utterly miserable.

Wu Xiuning said with great envy that her brother had always hoped to establish contact with people from the Star-Spangled Nation but could never find a way. It wasn't convenient to discuss the details now; they had to deal with the underground organization first. By the rules of the underworld, even though Xie Yanlai had only said a few words, he deserved half the credit.

For now, she had to handle matters at home and wait for her next opportunity to enter the game.

The more he spoke, the more aggressive Zhao Tianxiong became. Watching Lin Tian follow behind him, he noticed that every time he picked a raw stone, Lin Tian would touch it and then look on with a face full of pity.

Shen Manman also blinked her watery eyes at Shen Zhizhi, her concern plain for all to see.

Though she dared not speak or move for fear of the wolf cub, her frantic blinking said everything.

Once the landing site was selected, the final 150 meters required no manual intervention. The terrain-mapping radar at the base of the lander could precisely judge the optimal landing spot for fine-tuning; the astronaut only needed to focus on bracing for the impact of the landing.

The person in charge knew a little of what was going on. After she left, she hurriedly pulled Gu Feining to a place where they could rest.

The feeling of lying on a bed was truly pleasant, even if it was just a slab of iron without a mattress, quilt, or pillow.

Chen Nanpeng knew the general content just by reading the title of the video. A streamer named Donggua had an emergency, so his younger sister had filled in to play a round of "Chicken Dinner." She was beautiful, an incredibly skilled gamer, and had maintained great interaction with the viewers in the chat.

After this incident, Zhu Yunlie faintly sensed that Zhu Di’s attitude toward him had improved significantly.

Reaching middle age, Lan Jianguo had assumed he would maintain the glory of the Lan family and smoothly hand it over to his son in the next step.

Lin Yating felt somewhat dejected. She didn't know where to focus her efforts to win back Feng Yihao’s heart.

Ultimately, didn't it all trace back to the fact that those in power felt superior and could throw their weight around in the provinces?

Mother Bai wouldn't dare let her precious child eat at a roadside stall in the Lower City. If she found out, neither of the siblings would escape a scolding.

After hanging up, Liu Hao sent another red envelope, but An Tingting still didn't claim it. Was she teasing him?

Generally speaking, it would be better to hand the assassin’s body over to "Judgment." The organization would likely help him track down the mastermind behind the scenes.

When the fourth stage was completed, he finally took a step forward, breaking through from the zero level of the Profound Emperor to the first level.

It hadn't looked like this originally. Later, Fan Lang helped it evolve into the Primal Evil Dragon Sword, which changed its appearance to what it was today.

When Xue Feiqing heard the Third Elder of the Inner Sect, a look of nervousness appeared on her face. It was clear she was worried that Cheng Feng’s identity as a member of the "Demon Race Royalty" would be exposed. The Third Elder caught this expression, and a flicker of satisfaction crossed his heart.

The Heaven-Slaying Gourd was a treasure bestowed upon the Tianjun Great World when the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Venerable created the Red Dust Dao. It had been refined to the level of a supreme heavenly weapon, but because it was a gift from the Heavenly Dao and bore its mark, the Immortal Venerable had been unable to use it to resist assimilation by the Heavenly Dao all these years.

In this regard, the Fifth Concubine was far inferior to the Second. Although she had succeeded in framing her once, it would be difficult to strike again; the Second Concubine wouldn't give her a thread or a needle, and even kept her distance during meals, giving her no opportunity to claim she had been poisoned.

Luo Feng remained suspended in the air. His massive mecha moved with elegance and ease, like a prince of the dark night, while the five crimson mechas opposite him lay limp on the ground, scarred and sparking.