46 Sadness

"Oh, nothing." Zhang Yuning's voice brought Zhang Zixia back to her senses. Zhang Zixia turned her head and smiled at Zhang Yuning, though she pressed her lips together tightly and decided to stay here for a few more days.

Initially, there were only a few tiny bubbles on the surface of the water, but as time went on, more and more bubbles began to emerge from the sewage in the pool. In less than ten minutes, the entire sewage pool was bubbling and churning like a pot of boiling water.

Now, seeing how Su Qiao pampered Nuanuan even more attentively because of her pregnancy, how could these military wives possibly endure it? Seeing Nuanuan held in the palm of Su Qiao's hand and spoiled to such an extent, and then looking back at their own husbands... heh.

"You stubborn old man, still talking like that. Oh well, there's really no doing anything with you," Old Mrs. Jin said with a hint of helplessness.

The Taoist priest packed up the items used for the ritual altar and came over to answer my questions. I asked him why these ghosts and spirits were so formidable.

Originally, our plan was to reserve the final spot for Qingtian City for An Linlin. Sister Linlin possessed immense strength; having her accompany us would at least allow us to stall some of the more powerful enemies. However, at that very moment, Professor Eryingtai disagreed. He wanted to come with us as well.

Zhao Xiaochen turned over to go back to sleep, but his mind felt unsettled as if something was weighing on it, and no matter what, he simply could not fall asleep.

The Yong Dynasty where Chen Xunyang and the others lived was a dynasty that never existed in Chinese history, yet its history had also evolved from the Han Dynasty, transitioning directly from the Han to the Yong. The dietary habits of that era probably still remained around the level before the Sui and Tang Dynasties, which was why there were not many cooking techniques and recipes available at the time.

With that, Xu Mo popped a piece of medicine into the dark-faced man's mouth and clamped his hand over the latter's mouth.

Sun Jinghui still hesitated a little, but Wang Jun took it and drank it right away. After finishing it, he immediately praised its great taste, and after a moment, he added that his whole body felt an indescribable sense of comfort. Seeing this, Sun Jinghui drank his share as well and indeed found the sensation wonderful.

If it were any other man, winning the heart of just one of them would mean smoke rising from his ancestors' graves, and he would be filled with lifelong gratitude. Yet he possessed all three at once, and all three of them regarded him as their sky and their everything. How could she not feel fortunate?

The three sets of spring garments were all handmade from top-grade silk fabrics. In the Earth Federation of the Cosmic Era, silk was an expensive luxury item, and tailors and embroiderers who understood cutting and garment-making were masters that only great families could afford to retain.

Ame-no-Hitotsu felt somewhat awkward about being caught peeking and subsequently ignored. He gave a light cough and slowly spoke.

Ling Yun checked his current exchange balance. Out of the thirty thousand lower-grade spirit crystals, eighteen thousand had been paid in advance, leaving twelve thousand lower-grade spirit crystals. Combined with the crystals from the storage bag given by Zhang Ji, Ling Yun could now be considered quite well-off.

Zhang's mother was one of them. Of course, there were many others who shared the exact same feeling. After these people gathered and gossiped among themselves, through a thorough discussion, they all agreed that things were much better back when the old village chief was still around.

Xuanyuan Wudao's experiences during the first few decades of his life were considered decent, at least in terms of having good opportunities and acquiring a few remarkable "pieces of equipment." Unfortunately, his dazzling talent aroused the jealousy of his brothers, who secretly poisoned him to deal with him.

Li Tianyang organized an interim meeting to announce his decision, while simultaneously mobilizing the Hongmen Qiqiang Hall, the Artisan Workshop, and the Hongtang troops to prepare themselves for the impending horde of refugees.

"Starting from today, you two will take care of your own belongings yourselves. Figure it out!" Zhang Sheng finally spoke, having lost his patience.

The strength of a celestial beast is no less than that of a Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator, and judging by the antlers of the Nine-Neon Immortal Deer, this was a three-hundred-year-old celestial deer, whose strength was likely already at the late stage of the Celestial Realm—equivalent to the strength of a late-stage Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator.

Having broken through the Lihuo Thunder Spirit Sword Formation, Ling Yun slowly descended and landed before Puyuan and Lei Luo.

"Ha! Not a chance!" Harry refused flatly. Whenever Roger was involved in something, while one couldn't call it all bad, it was certainly never a comforting affair.

The old man with white hair took off his sunglasses, cast a slow glance at Tatsuya Hayashi and Kyoko Kamiya, spoke into a walkie-talkie in his hand to someone on the other end, and at the same time, the glass window slowly rolled up.

Attila walked as if she were merely strolling, as nonchalantly as though nothing had happened at all. She tapped her finger lightly in the air with a grace as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, sending ripples across the bending and distorting space ahead, which then vanished into thin air with a snap.

As for how the domestic disputes of the Wang family's estate would be handled in the future, Cui Jun naturally couldn't be bothered to ask, and Jia Qu even less so. Extending a helping hand was a gesture of goodwill, nothing more. But it stopped right there; if the Wang family lacked ambition themselves, there was no reason to help them for a lifetime, so in the end, it would all depend on their own fortune.

At times like this, whoever held the stronger trump cards would secure a steady victory, knowing that as long as one possessed sufficient strength, nothing else posed a problem.

After all, the Ministry of Magic's prophecy records had been smashed to pieces by Roger, and there was no telling to what extent this Dark Lord gentleman would escalate his plans next. In any short order, increasing one's strength was definitely the right move.

As Saki called out once more, Gijera—now wrapped tightly like a zongzi—unfurled its protective armor again to reveal its face, staring confidently at Saki.

"I'll take it! I'm going to have a scandal with Xiaqi too!" Bai Jing answered the video call in a fit of pique.

Amidst their conversation, the wind picked up, and Xiuyao watched as that patch of dark blue at the edge of the sky seemed like a clump of ink stirred by something, swirling apart and rushing to gather toward the center.

With his gray gown fluttering in the wind, Elder Duan stepped on the void and flew into the distance like a streak of light. Looking at Ying'er in his arms, the old man's eyes held no malice, but rather a profound tenderness.

The chips at his fingertips came and went, went and came, until in the end, Nestuco couldn't even be bothered to pick up his very last chip.

"Ahem, ahem." Uncle Wang cleared his throat twice before speaking. Every room in the Ye family residence combined air conditioning with natural breezes throughout all four seasons, and Uncle Wang had an old chronic bronchial condition; the slightest stir of wind would set off his coughing.

"We certainly don't have a specific method of differentiation. However, one thing I can be certain of is that all the places where large areas of plants still survive are former sites imbued with spiritual energy." Ye Xiang thought for a moment and said.