Volume One, Chapter 37: Restless Day and Night!

From beginning to end, the staff members remained completely bewildered. It was one thing to hear gasps from the reception room earlier, but now, after that bumpkin rambled a few incoherent words, He Yun actually took them seriously and followed through?

This left not only the members of the Wang family confused but even those of the Xiao family unable to fathom what was happening.

"Let me explain it to you; you should understand something of the current situation in the Nine Hills," Yang Mingtai said, collecting his thoughts before beginning his account.

It was only when Gao Jian collapsed to the ground that the scene temporarily calmed, and he pulled himself up by the railing.

Gao Jian performed with great efficiency; with a single steal and a turn, his speed left the trailing players far behind. He leaped, utilizing a side-dunk to complete the beautiful offensive play.

Lin Dong'er began to strike at Gao Jian, slapping and pummeling him until he cried out in pain. With no other choice, Gao Jian could only beg for mercy.

He had intended to take the magical artifact to the old craftsman for preliminary repairs, only to find the shop closed upon arrival.

Saka’s fingers toyed with her thick hair, then a large clump fell from his hand, shielding her face.

The long dining table was arranged in a distinct British style, with place settings only at the ends, leaving both sides completely bare.

Xiao Wan-ci was stunned; she had never imagined that he would suffer so much during the days she lay unconscious.

Zuo Ting was not one to meddle in others' affairs, but after much deliberation, he felt it necessary to visit Wangshui Peak to get to the bottom of things.

At this moment, her attention remained fixed on the surrounding environment, searching for any hidden exits.

Jiang Yushan watched from the sidelines, feeling utterly lonely, her heart filled with jealousy and regret, forcing a smile through the torment.

Therefore, only cultivators who have ascended to the Celestial Immortal Realm can truly be called immortals. Others, such as Human Immortals and Earth Immortals, are merely cultivators of the Profound Yellow Spirit Realm, indulging in self-consolation.

These eight-colored sword lights were transformed from Yu Yiguan’s natal sword pellets. As Yu Yiguan ascended, these natal sword pellets all advanced to become top-tier Dao artifacts.

Those who died were one thing, but the critical issue was those who hadn't—they wailed, rolled about, and scrambled frantically, seeking help to extinguish the flames on their bodies. Anyone with even a basic knowledge of military formations knew this was futile.

Chang Congpo clenched his fists, watching everything unfold; he was determined to confront those two young men again.

"Sigh!" Sima Ruoying also let out a soft breath. She produced a cyan, sword-shaped talisman.

Following the series of online leaks and insights from informed sources, Guan Yiran’s image had been completely painted as that of a deep-scheming socialite.

Luo Yangyang, who had tumbled halfway onto the sofa, turned back in a hurry, her bright, wide eyes widening further.

Nan Shengqing immediately put on her apron and busied herself happily in the kitchen. She desperately wanted to post their group photo on social media, but after a moment's thought, she resisted; being too high-profile would invite disaster. After she finished cooking and set the table, she waited for the two men to take their seats before she sat down herself.

Parker finally remembered to eat the pork. With one bite, his eyes widened, and he stared down at the food by his mouth in disbelief.

Youyou and Chunyu Cheng had already registered their marriage; they were a family now. She should have made him stay when he said he was leaving earlier.

The dozen or so doctors had been busy all day. Song Huzi was actually fine; he had just caught a cold when the weather suddenly turned cold.

Since the decision was made, Wu Qiyou waited for Li Tan to wake up to tell her that Ye Yaoyao could save her, asking if she was willing to return to Suzhou with him. Li Tan naturally agreed; she felt as though her heart had come back to life.

After work, she maintained the habit of visiting the orphanage to help out, look after the children, and check on their studies.

Only Mu Rui reached out to take Qin Wansha’s coat for her, mocking in his heart Ji Peini’s naivety and Producer Cao’s fickleness. Yet, in the face of absolute power, all of this was useless.

When Instructor Li broke down the movement to the point of pulling the arm onto the shoulder, he tugged, but Lin Ying’s arm didn't move. He pulled a few more times, still nothing. Because he used such great force, the final words were practically squeezed through his teeth.

"Hey, wait a second!" The voice, like a broken bell, made Qiu Han’s eardrums ache just as he was about to leave.

"However, even if I lose? Even if Huchier loses, what good will it do? It will only hasten the arrival of war," Herke said, looking at Yang Rui.

Alternatively, one could view it as a good thing. If the entire Tonle Sap Lake were to disappear, vast stretches of the lakebed would be revealed. Such expansive land, having been submerged for so many years, would be incredibly fertile for planting crops.

This roar was like a signal, like the first spring breeze after a harsh winter, awakening all things that had been asleep, bringing them to life at this very moment.

Yet, he had never felt such heartache when she cried before. This was simply too painful... Yi Lan’s voice trembled. Ignoring the countless eyes around them, he pulled Feng Xi tightly into his arms. Feng Xi sobbed, calling out "Yi Lan, Yi Lan" over and over again.