Volume 1, Chapter 23: Other Heroines Have Busty Figures, While You Are Plain and Flat

Jiang Yuehua could no longer bear the terror of being seen through. She stared at Jiang Yu in a panic, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. In the end, she could only stumble out of the library as if fleeing for her life. Watching her hurried retreat, the last vestige of warmth in Jiang Yu’s eyes vanished completely. Late at night, Jiang Yu tiptoed downstairs, hoping to get a glass of water. Just as she reached the corner of the stairs, she noticed the lights in the living room were still on. Huo Jianjun and his son, Huo Chenyuan, were sitting on the sofa, whispering in serious tones. Jiang Yu instinctively did not want to disturb them, nor did she want to be discovered. She only heard Huo Jianjun begin...

I recalled the time those several Demon Emperors came to seek me out at Tinghu Pavilion. Back then, under Xing Lan’s instruction, I had given that young-looking Demon Saint a twig from a laurel sprout.

Wang Suling looked up and saw a three-story building ahead, with a plaque bearing three large characters: "Treasure Collection Pavilion."

Qin Wen asked: "Yaoyao, after being a deserter to me for so long, haven't you been captured by my dashing charm?"

The Hall of All Immortals intends to weaken the power of the other great sacred lands, perhaps even annihilating them entirely. Has the Star Path Lord been acting in accordance with some will of the Hall of All Immortals all along?

An Yi looked at me and sighed. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by An Rongrong.

"Therefore, I suspect this is a hybrid of a Cang Beast and a Mu Beast," Liu Quan said, confirming the very suspicion Lin Yuan held in his heart.

The passage was a staircase extending diagonally downward; the group of thirty-some people moved forward slowly by the dim light.

These shovels were provided by the hundred contestants from Yuan City. It was as if their storage belts were filled with nothing but daily tools like chisels, hammers, and shovels.

Now that her grandfather had suddenly suggested that Lin Beichen take her in, Hong Lei felt a mix of shame and anger, not knowing what to say.

Although the Cloud Frost Sword was not among the top ten famous swords of the martial arts world, it was still widely renowned. To be called a famous sword, it naturally could cut hair and slice through gold and jade with ease, but its true distinction was being forged from deep-sea cold iron. Once swung, the blade was as cold as ice and would not stain with blood after killing.

Having said that, he lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep, his hair and body gradually returning to their normal state.

Duyuan was slightly surprised, not expecting Senior Dan to come looking for him. He withdrew his gaze from the window and headed toward the sea pool in the left garden on the right side of Shen Fortress.

Zhu Mingyu thought triumphantly, "Cheng Gang, you’d better keep supporting me like this; otherwise, I’d like to see who else you can rely on at Xinya."

Kuang Lan made no move, merely furrowing his brows, and seemingly letting out a sigh.

Duyuan smiled slightly, unbothered, and said, "It is but wine; I shall drink to honor you!" The wine here was certainly good, but he seemed to be drinking so much to recall certain things, much like what he had seen and thought upon his first arrival.

Sun Yuan no longer had a physical form; his body had been destroyed and could not be recovered in the short term. However, with Wu Xi having lost both hands and his combat effectiveness greatly reduced, Ilona should not be taken out in an instant, right?

The Fan mansion was not in Jinshui Village. Every ten days, Master Fan would take his son back to Fuyang County to reunite with the family for two days. Since Fan Yanzhong did not return, the residence in Jinshui Village was left to the care of two old servants, aside from Fan Yanzhong and Jiang Anyi.

He heard Situ Feng bid farewell: "Junior Brother Shen, Sister Ruru, the Shushan Sect is preparing its storehouse; on the sixteenth of next month, we will surely bring generous gifts. I must take my leave now!" Duyuan watched as Senior Situ departed on his flying sword.

Seeing that Zhao Rui had finally stopped questioning him, Qin Ming relaxed and wanted to close his eyes for a rest. The dream he had just had was truly unpleasant, making him feel like an eternal sinner and leaving his entire body ill at ease.

In equity transfer transactions, the transferor is the taxpayer, and the transferee is the withholding agent, fulfilling the obligation to withhold and remit taxes. In other words, the taxes for the equity transfer needed to be paid by Chen Lin.

Yuan Lintian was receiving the heritage of the Witch King; not only was he unable to move, but his spirit was also somewhat chaotic. The dark clouds, which appeared ordinary, contained a heart-palpitating aura, as if they were a boundless black hole capable of devouring everything.

In this world, the Nascent Soul stage had become a legend; he had never expected the only one he would encounter would be a cunning demon cultivator.

The courtyard was now immersed in a low, somber atmosphere; everyone's husbands had left for the battlefield.

Returning home to visit family after successfully condensing one’s meridians is standard, because after condensing meridians comes the Tribulation of the Body. Crossing the tribulation is a dangerous matter; failure results in the destruction of both soul and body. Every cultivator makes this trip home before the tribulation because it is highly likely to be their last.

"Battalion Commander Qi, can you tell me why you became a soldier?" Yang Gege followed Qi Junze with long strides.

The Qing army pursued all the way to the gates of Quzhou City before stopping. Less than ten percent of the Ming soldiers survived to flee back into the city. Those who had been overseeing the battle, including Prince Zhu Shengnong of Shu, Commander Xiang Mingsi, and Deputy General Zhang Pengyi, were either captured or killed on the battlefield.

The three ran a great distance until the flying dagger suddenly arrived and was retrieved by Yan Wushuang into her storage ring.

Thinking about the differences between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment, Huo Ran hesitated and looked up at the sky. It was said that Foundation Establishment always involved lightning strikes, so why had hers been so effortless?

Lu Ye had a decent impression of Du Yuan, so he told him everything he knew. The refining of Grass Heart was actually not complex; once one understood the mutual support of the Five Elements, it would naturally become clear. After Lu Ye's explanation, Du Yuan had an epiphany, moving beyond the rote memorization of steps he had been using.

After crying for a long time, Mia hung a contented smile on her face and drifted into a sweet dream in her parents' arms. That night was the most peaceful she had slept in three years.

However, Zhang Jiao, who had just led his troops out of Huangfu Song's encirclement, encountered an even more formidable interception by the forces of Zhu Jun.

The music on the tape recorder stopped, and they went to the living room. Several dishes were set out on the table. Zhao Hui smiled and said, "Zhenguo, sit down, I’ll go get the food." Li Zhenguo smiled and replied, "I'll go help bring the dishes too!" Together, they went to the kitchen.

Taking out his disciple token for the Valley Realm, a flash of purple light appeared, and a gateway rose in the formation before him. Xiao Yan flashed forward, turning into a stream of light as he darted toward the inner courtyard.

She blinked, negotiating with him in a pouty manner: "Don't be so rough in the future." Her lips, kissed a bit too hard, were now slightly painful; she figured they would swell up again.

Yet he remained uneasy and had Qing Yu follow her, so that at the very least, he could know news of Shiyao at any time.

Because she looked down on herself in her heart, her feelings for Prince Chen wavered for a moment, no longer as firm as before. She was even shaken to the point of wanting to give up.

Her body stiffened slightly. Wu Zishan looked on in terror, staring at the pale-faced Xiao Yan, her heart filled with panic.

The first time she entered the Weiyang Palace, she never imagined that she was not destined for a life of servitude, nor that she could become the most favored concubine of Prince Chen. She also never imagined that one day she would bear royal blood—and a firstborn son at that.