Volume 1 Chapter 37: Master-Servant Advancement Scroll

If she were still Consort De, Emperor Longqing might have considered her gentle and virtuous, and perhaps would have listened to a word or two.

It was a pity that, even though she had built a thriving business through her natural talents, at the age of only thirty, she suffered the tragic loss of both her husband and son in a car accident.

I looked at his expression and couldn't help but sneer. If it weren't for that telltale gesture, I might have actually believed his words; after all, Cui An’s personality would never allow him to watch his companion be abandoned here.

Watching the band of thieves retreat without looking back, Li Rui was filled with deep emotion. These ruffians, who had never known the meaning of the law and never showed respect to the authorities, had actually been scared off by a mere banner.

After all, ancient systems always favored men disproportionately, and there is even that classic saying about a pear blossom pressing down on a begonia.

At the gates of the Feng estate, the guards already recognized her; after all, everyone had clearly learned her identity during her duel with Feng Landie half a year ago.

As for the needle tip, if I am not mistaken, it must have been a secondary injury inflicted by the murderer while Yuan Song was struggling after being harmed. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to explain the dried blood stain left on the bottom of the wine bottle.

"You look like my grandmother when she was young. If you had a head of thick, dark, beautiful hair, you would look even more like her..." Lu Tianyu chuckled.

Consort Talent De felt slightly panicked. It shouldn't be this way; she had made sure to cover her tracks perfectly back then.

Mother Guo and Lingzhi came over to offer some low-voiced persuasion. Jiang Zhankui looked at his brother, who refused to relent, and climbed off the heated brick bed on his own. Seeing that his eighth brother had left, Jiang Jiu also climbed down reluctantly, casting lingering glances behind him as he departed.

In these chaotic times, how rare is it to have three years of full meals? Even without specialized archery training, having enough food for three years would be enough for a body to grow strong and healthy.

More than ten days passed. Gu Han opened his eyes once more, his aura rounded and flawless, light and ethereal, having completely broken through to the ninth level of the Freedom Realm.

"Enough, spare me the nonsense. If you want to eat, just wait. From now on, you are forbidden from acting cute or pathetic in front of me." Ji Zili looked at him, feeling truly helpless against his shameless displays of cuteness.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save you. You must hold on!" Ruo Li said firmly, adjusting Jing Bei’s position to make him more comfortable as he leaned against the wall.

What kind of vision does it take to give away both medicine and one's life, and to maintain such a massive medicinal garden?

Although they had been traveling constantly and had not made contact with those from the outer realms, they could occasionally sense extremely formidable auras—some even at the Feathering stage. This struck him as very strange; in all five regions combined, there were barely a dozen such experts. When did they become so easy to encounter?

I stared at the ceiling, thinking that it was no wonder Jiang Qingwan’s expression toward me earlier was off; it turned out she knew everything.

He nearly tumbled out of his seat, but he didn't care; he scrambled and crawled toward the direction of the home-style restaurant.

One time was in the year Liu Ruobai graduated, and the other was when Liu Ruobai fell ill and she came over to look after him.

The shifts in his expression were all captured by Yi Chuan. She walked over and said, "Chu Yuan, do you wish to seize the position of Heavenly Sovereign? I will help you. In three days, we ascend to the Nine Heavens!" Her eyes ignited with two flickering flames, the dark red light dancing in Chu Yuan’s gaze.

Perhaps the sound of the motor at the stern was too loud, or Da Mao was too preoccupied with his thoughts, for he did not hear Xiang Qingxi’s calls, nor did he realize the impending danger.

"Brother, you joke. What kind of busy person am I? I was just bored and standing here to catch the breeze," Liu Xu said with a smile.

However, to the surprise of the Master of the Pavilion, faced with such a temptation of power, the old man opposite him had only smiled throughout, never showing the slightest change in his composure.

At this moment, Zhu Youning, wrapped in a fur-collared cloak and holding an exquisite hand warmer, stood with Uncle Buddha Eight, Cai Yuanjie, and others at the street corner, watching the chaos. Compared to the previous situation where the Zhu residence was besieged, the sixty or seventy people shouting and cursing here were terrifying, but the scene was far less chaotic than before.

As soon as the two collided, Princess Bilian, who had been frantically slamming her head against the ground, suddenly had a spasm, her waist arching high before crashing back down, and she went completely still.

The ground was made of concrete, intended for trainees to practice basic operations. Although the floodwaters had receded, there was still a significant amount of yellow mud sediment left behind.

But Chu Yun did not blame Po Sha. It was normal for variables to arise in such clandestine operations; it wasn't that our troops were incompetent, but that the opponent was too cunning.

When Liu Xu entered the room, the elders were all struck by his presence, causing the old Master Liu to burst into excited laughter.

The Liu Xu party entered wearing suits and formal attire. This time, the Beijing University side was quite considerate of the European "spectator group," decorating the entire Yanjing Hall to resemble a Western evening gala.

"Pfft!" Upon hearing this discussion, Jiang Nuan wanted to pull her hair out and burst into laughter, but in the end, she held it in.

Duan Qingming was busy making other plans in her mind—two of the three tasks had already been discussed, but she wondered what the third task Yan Lingyu would require of her might be.

After leaving the Ancient Temple of the Moon God, Yan Shisan produced the exquisite black stone fragment and, using his techniques, extracted all the mantras from it. In an instant, they arranged themselves into a complete mantra. As the full mantra was revealed, the entire stone fragment began to glow.