Volume 1, Chapter 30: Xu Mingyue Helps Qin Yi Cheat

Kindergarten
Lin Qiao took Huo Xiao’s hand and arrived at the classroom early.
Lin Qiao and Huo Xiao found a seat. Watching Huo Xiao silently tinkering with his camera, she asked softly, "Xiao, why are you so quiet? Are you nervous?"
After all, this was the child's first group activity, and it was for his favorite photography competition.
Lin Qiao was a little worried about him.
Huo Xiao looked up at Lin Qiao, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Gu Jinbiao broke into a cold sweat. He thought to himself, "Why is this Second Sister-in-law so oblivious? Is this master someone our crowd can afford to provoke? Even if the Second Brother were here today, what of it? Wouldn't he still just be helplessly beaten to a pulp?"

At this moment, the two finally slowed their pace. Between drinks, they chatted idly about everything under the sun.

Early the next morning, Hong Kong's "Next Magazine" published a major headline. The report claimed that Jimmy Liu, the boss of Sheng Tang Company, had instructed his bodyguards to beat a reporter in the middle of the street. The reporter was injured and was still receiving treatment in the hospital.

"From now on, don't mention anything about being a Son of Pangu. I have no interest in being a Son of Pangu; I suspect it will bring nothing but massive trouble," Chen Fengyun hurriedly cautioned the group.

On the north bank of the river, Wang Rong stood clad in battle armor. Beside him was a youth of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves and holding a white jade whisk. Despite his young age, he carried an air of refined elegance, as if he were a scholar commanding the landscape.

He simply could not fathom it. This was the Age of Dharma Decline, an era where humans were fundamentally unable to cultivate and could only turn to the study of martial arts. Yet, this cheap master of his was actually capable of cultivation, and was no ordinary Chinese martial artist.

Although Lin Changhai was over fifty years old and had been confined to a wheelchair for a year, his physique remained incredibly sturdy, not at all like that of a disabled man in his fifties.

Gu Yusheng’s consciousness had never fully faded. He knew he had been taken into the operating room, and he knew someone was trying to make him let go of her wrist. Yet, he stubbornly refused to release his grip, until the doctor finally compromised, allowing her to accompany him into the emergency room.

Xu Wennuan instinctively stopped and glanced back. Jiang Xianxian was clutching her stomach, pale and limp on the cold ground, with bright red blood continuously flowing from her thigh.

"What happened? What’s wrong?" Ye Jiaming’s expression turned frantic as he rushed forward to support Madam Gong.

With a loud shout, Xia Lin turned his head and locked eyes with a pair of pupils burning with golden light.

The bowls and chopsticks had already been cleared into the kitchen, but the family of three did not return to their rooms. Madam Ding brought out tea, and they sat in the center of the courtyard, chatting leisurely.

Before he agreed to let Yuyu help detoxify the Prince of Wei, he had already secured assurances regarding Yuyu’s safety. But now, Lu Yao's response made him unable to help but feel suspicious of Li Tai.

"I don't need a proposal, nor do I need a ceremony of blessing," Wallis said. "As long as I can be by your side, we can be lovers, husband and wife, or partners—I am willing to be anything." Having said this, she buried her head in Philip’s lap, and Philip reached out to stroke her hair.

Ever since Xia Lin mastered the Thousand Illusions, he had never displayed it in front of Yue Lian; it was no wonder she was so astonished.

In a mere instant, she had helped Han Fengzhi conjure up various excuses in her mind. The more she thought, the more hopeless it seemed, and her mouth drooped involuntarily. Zhou Yun'er was confused by the situation, and seeing her like this, she reached out to tug at her sleeve, but she was in no mood to respond.

"Red Snake, you win." Seeing that the Red Snake was not joking in the slightest, the Tiger-headed White Cockroach dared not swim back and had no choice but to swim toward Bai Caigu on the opposite bank.

As for martial skills for cultivators, Xia Lin considered himself to have some talent; after all, with the bloodline of the ancient barbarians, it would be impossible not to have talent.

Two attributes reaching the ninth stage! A true Seven Transformations of Qingyun! Perhaps he was already strong enough, but without formidable martial skills to anchor his power, he would ultimately be nothing more than a brute.