Volume 1, Chapter 37: Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Sanfeng, Practicing Longevity Techniques

"Master, please rest assured, I am confident that I can heal Master Wuse's internal injuries," Xia Jingtian said with a firm expression.

"Young friend Xia, I have practiced martial arts for many years and have experienced everything from duels to bleeding wounds and broken bones. However, I also know that internal injuries are notoriously difficult to heal. I have lived for a century, which is enough. Please go ahead with the treatment; I will cooperate fully," Master Wuse said with a resolute look. Although Master Wuse spoke with such determination, he was not truly convinced of the young man’s medical skills; he was merely trying to comfort him.

"Internal injuries usually cannot be recovered from quickly, but recovery can be aided through improved diet, medication, and physical therapy..."

Lin Yueji was still squatting on the ground, weeping. Lin Jianguo walked over to her, scooped her up, and pulled her into his arms, holding one on each side.

These were additional costs Contini invested in human resources—irrational behavior viewed by other companies as extravagant.

Xia Jinxiu switched to a new drink, bit the straw again, and sighed as she watched the sobbing and heartbroken Yang Min. "Ah, the bystander is clear, while the involved are confused—it is human nature."

"Just luck," Xia Jinxiu continued, smiling as she scanned the crowd before drifting gracefully toward the registration desk for the second round of assessments on the side of the hall.

The dragon-shaped cannon barrel spewed flames, dealing massive damage to the opponent. Yuan Xi's Luban followed closely, throwing his pufferfish grenade and calling in an airstrike. This move forced the opponents to either burn their summoner spells or retreat to stabilize their position.

"Alas, we are done for. That old scoundrel's internal energy is too powerful. Although we wounded him with the Xuanming Divine Palm, he shattered our heart meridians in return... but at least we have avenged our deep blood feud," Gao Yiwei said with a bitter laugh.

Seeing Yan Shaoning frozen in place, Mo Lingwei feared he had been frightened out of his wits and hurriedly shouted.

In the room, clutching his crotch... Lorn no longer had a crotch. Rolling on the ground, he did not yet know he had become an enemy of the nobility. Pulled from the floor by several soldiers, they tried to drag him away through the collapsed wall.

Mass slaughter was absolutely out of the question. However, suppressing an indigenous rebellion that refused to follow orders to protect one’s own rights was permissible.

But the sales clerk clearly had a low salary, and the original owner, who was always generous and extravagant, had no money left.

"Parent of Zhang Long, I believe you know what happened last night!" Upon learning of the incident, Teacher Chen had Zhang Long call his parents over.

"But you are special. You are heartbroken and in pain, yet you act as if nothing is wrong. If there is anything, feel free to tell me; perhaps I can help you," Ao Shan scrutinized Bai Po carefully, her piercing eyes seemingly trying to see through to his soul.

During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty was a devout Buddhist and promoted the construction of temples across the country. After each temple was completed, he would invite the great painter Zhang Sengyou to create murals. This master painted four golden dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling. They were so lifelike that people marveled at them, but the flaw in these four dragons was that they lacked eyes.

In truth, if they had banded together from the start, things might not have developed this way. Unfortunately, in moments of crisis, most people are not as heroic as to sacrifice themselves.

Sawai Sayaka’s eardrums felt as if they were about to burst. She gritted her teeth, struggling until she finally managed to suppress a scream. But after enduring it, she discovered with disbelief that the chill enveloping her body had vanished.

If this was true for a master of the Transformation Realm, what more for other martial artists and sorcerers? One by one, they looked at Lin Cheng with awe and burning eyes, feeling as if they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

The Rong family knew she would never truly be so obedient, but they were helpless. They could neither tell her the truth nor force her not to ask.

It just so happened that Liu Shuang had also moved in. Now everyone was gathered; with so many people together, they could reminisce, chat, and pass the boring time. Little did they know, a pair of blood-red eyes had long been silently watching them.

If it were students from other colleges, they might not have a way, but Li Mu had graduated from the Federal Primary Card-Making Academy, and his student card had automatically upgraded to that of a secondary academy. It was a case of being close to the water to get the first look at the moon.

Realizing that something was wrong, the two male doctors used their shoulders to slam into the locked bathroom door. This kind of round-knob wooden door was not as sturdy as it looked. After two consecutive hits, with a loud "bang," the door flew open, but the scene inside could only be described as shocking.

To be able to transform a flood dragon into a true dragon—Emperor Yuhai did not know what kind of method this was, but he assumed it must have consumed some rare and precious treasure.

Although such a journey was exhausting, it was quite meaningful. He had experienced many things, and he now had such a massive team under his command. Leading a force of over 300 people was something he had never dared to imagine in the past.

The warhorses between their legs suddenly doubled their speed, narrowly rushing through the coverage of the arrow rain and continuing to gallop toward the forces of Zhu Erhan.

At this moment, the King of Qingliang’s dominance was fully displayed; a cold, murderous intent permeated the entire room.

Regardless of the form, they held hostility toward religious reformers of other types, even viewing them as heretics.

"What! You few have been so suppressed in Xianyang all these years that you have even lost your courage? Are you still descendants of the Xiang family?" Seeing the Xiang family members pull back, Liu Boguang could not help but mock them once again.

Consequently, the common residents who had gathered on the streets dispersed one by one, returning to their own homes. After all, as long as the apocalypse had not arrived and the sun would rise as usual tomorrow, they still had to go to work at the company to earn money.

Zu Na was good at chess, Liu Yu was a relative of the clan, and Zhang Cheng was the eldest son of Zhang Zhao. Liu De had his reasons for summoning these three as palace attendants.

Teleportation arrays were set up between nearby cities in every empire. As a frontier of the Liang Empire, it certainly did not lack such arrays.