Volume 1, Chapter 27: Huo Chenyuan's Suspicion, It Seems Someone Always Knows Everything in Advance

These words were heavy with lewd implications.

The murmurs surrounding them shifted instantly in tone. People’s gazes darted between Factory Director Wang’s portly frame and Jiang Yu’s slender figure, filled with undisguised speculation and filthy associations, as if Jiang Yu met with this director regularly.

Jiang Yu stood silently in place, her long lashes lowered, casting a shadow across her eyelids. She could even smell the stench of cheap tobacco and sweat clinging to Director Wang. Her hands, held at her sides, tightened quietly.

In her past life, she had been just like this—enduring, enduring, and enduring again. In the end, she was utterly crushed by the rumors and could never hold her head high in the factory again.

In this life…

"You aren't going back? What do you mean by that?" The Black Wolf Demon King’s face twitched upon hearing this. Sneaking down to the mortal realm and rebelling against the Heavenly Court were not the same crime. If he were dragged back, his fate would be predictable. Although his primordial spirit was anchored to the Investiture of the Gods, rendering him immortal, certain punishments could still make one wish for death.

On this day, the gates of the Yuji Palace finally opened, and Bai Ze stepped out. After years of seclusion, Bai Ze had perfected his command over his quasi-saint powers and further fortified his foundation. His minor world had progressed even further, stained with a trace of primordial chaos, naturally increasing its potential.

"Good! Your affinity for virtue is deep. The very fact that you have just taken refuge in this power of compassion is so profound. It seems you were indeed on the wrong path before!" Bodhisattva Samantabhadra said with a gentle smile.

"Alright then, I'll invite you another time." Zhou Jie was merely being polite; he grabbed Zhang Yan and hurried out.

"I shall play a melody. Whoever can listen to it in complete silence, tonight, we shall discuss our insights into cultivation together. If you are impressive enough, I will consider becoming your companion." Her voice was like celestial music, clear and enchanting.

A peal of thunder erupted, and a black cloud appeared in the hundred-zhang void above. A streak of golden lightning flashed, slicing through the black mist.

Ming Tian did not regret telling An Luo about the past life of Yin Chan. After all, given An Luo’s stubborn temperament at the time, if he hadn't told him, he likely would have ruined everything.

Seeing Yun Muxi’s resolve, Murong Qingtian glanced at the palace and dared not say more. After all, his relationship with Yun Muxi had only just begun to progress, and it was not yet the time for him to discipline her.

The delicately carved Li Siye cheered, running out from the Qinglian Divine Hall of the Mount Shu Sword Sect, opening her arms and rushing toward Li Mu with a beaming smile.

The reason was that he had to collect as many supplies as possible—primarily beast meat—before everyone else reacted, as this concerned the survival of Mars for a long time to come. The Earth’s tightening control over Mars, especially the cutting off of the teleportation arrays, had filled him with a deep sense of crisis.

The matter was this: some time ago, not long after Ye Yuchen fell into a coma, the old fox Ye Tiexiong controlled Zhang Wanda, forcing him to develop an invisible, odorless, chronic poison so he could get rid of Ye Yuchen and take control of the entire Ye family himself.

Beidou immediately wanted to change direction, but the roads here were perfectly square, and there was only this one wide path leading forward; everywhere else was either crushed by collapsed buildings or sunken into the ground.

She had not expected Liu Bingyi to ask such a question, and Huo Chengjun had not given it much thought, yet she answered in an instant: "I can go to the Changle Palace." As she spoke, she helped Liu Bingyi remove his outer robe, took off his hair crown, and combed his hair.

I rubbed my head, just about to lift the quilt, when I suddenly saw Liu Rui, Meng Liang, Yuan Yuan, Yang Song, Lao Che, and Duan Hui, each sitting on a stool, lined up neatly by my bedside.

"About that, let me ask you—did you grab that handle just now?" the young man behind asked cautiously.

At lunch, for the first time since his injury, Qin Muyang sat at the dining table. Madam Qin was overjoyed, spreading the table with a feast of fish and meat.

He made a casual parry, but his strength was enough to contend with the Spirit-Induction Realm. Even though it was done carelessly, the force was significant, causing Qiu Fengyi’s body to tilt and collapse to the side.