Volume 1, Chapter 40: After all, Achuan has never held a wedding before.

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Old Zhou urged from the side, "Ji Shu, hurry up and add President Lu on WeChat."
Startled by his call, Ji Shu reflexively looked up toward Lu Jinchuan. She happened to lock eyes with him; his dark, profound gaze seemed to be brewing an unknown storm.
But could Mu Fei truly be the type to abandon a friend in need? Moreover, Mu Fei had always regarded Ye Ling like a younger sister. Although he hadn't known the three of them for long, he could clearly feel that they were genuinely kind to him, and he had long since accepted them as family.
A murderous intent flashed through his mind, only to vanish as quickly as it appeared. This society was no longer the one he had known; it now required strong individuals to hold up the sky for humanity. If the world were still one where humans stood at the top of the food chain, he would have struck the man down without hesitation.
This came as a great surprise to Chu Tian. Since meeting the old man Gongshu, this "Old Six" had been arrogant beyond measure, yet he certainly possessed real skill. The Iron-Backed Puppet was already at the level of a congenital artifact, and yet it was capable of self-reflection. Should he try to comfort the old guy?
Between vast fields of spiritual crops sat rows of villages, the houses within them built with exquisite craftsmanship.
The man in front had already stated: "I've done this job for you. Whether or not it concerns you is no longer my business, understand?"
These events occurred in an instant, before Chu Xiao could even react. Fearing to draw attention, he remained motionless, as did most of the others in the tea shed.
However, no matter how annoyed they were by Master Meng’s mockery and disparagement of the Buddhist and Taoist sects, they realized they were currently no match for him. Unable to argue from a position of superiority as they usually did, they had no choice but to swallow their anger.
Saeko looked at Kiyoko with surprise, seemingly amazed by her status, but that was all. She herself was a child of wealth, no less well-off than Kiyoko. Once money reaches a certain level, it truly becomes nothing more than a number; there isn't much difference in material enjoyment.
Lu Chenxing had already reached the front of the Cerberus, raising his right hand, intending to slay the beast.
Of course, his superiors had not treated him unfairly. His promotion to sergeant was already on the agenda, and it was estimated that the paperwork would be processed soon. To be promoted twice in quick succession shortly after leaving the academy—aside from those top-tier elites, there were truly few who could match his pace.

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"Fine, fine, whatever you say, my lady." Chang Dong held his hands to his lips, blowing warm air into them while indulging her. Gu Lingge merely hummed, indifferent. Chu Zhaonan, who hadn't spoken, kept a gloomy expression, though no one knew why.
In truth, just a moment ago, Lan Youming was still harboring the delusion that what Zhao Feng held was merely a toy gun, and that he was just putting on a show. Furthermore, in Lan Youming's eyes, even if the gun in Zhao Feng’s hand were real, he wouldn't dare to fire it easily in the city center.
Hua Qingyi knew they didn't have much time, so he had little desire to waste words with the Nine-Heaven Flying Fox.
He spoke to Calate with regret, though his words carried no blame, only a look of utter helplessness.
When Hua Qingyi arrived at Yipin Hall, Long Qieyin was already waiting. He wasn't impatient; it seemed Long Qieyin was never in a rush, simply sipping the finest wine Yipin Hall had to offer.
Despite having witnessed it once before, the crowd was still incredibly shocked to see Zhao Hu transform again.
Watching such a surging, magnificent scene, the Crooked-Nosed Taoist was filled with smug satisfaction, basking in the glory! After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the area in front of the Dragon King Temple finally grew quiet, the adrenaline-pumped crowd likely exhausted from shouting.
Having been in seclusion for years, the martial arts world’s title for him had shifted from the Marquis of Xiping to the Martial Marquis of the Path.
Wang Bin swallowed hard, turned his head, and examined Lan Youming—who remained indifferent—with a look of disbelief, his expression tinged with wariness and fear.
The black shadow circled on the ground, whipping up a whirlwind that forced everyone to shield their eyes with their sleeves! After a long while, the dust settled. Wukong focused his gaze and saw a majestic man in black staring intently at him.
Xia Fanxing simply didn't know Nalan Chu's thoughts. If she did, she would surely have crushed Nalan Chu's confidence completely.
Li Guilai had merged with the spark of the Singularity Heaven Fire while still in his mother's womb. The Singularity Heaven Fire was the most powerful legacy left to him by Li Yuanba, a potent means for him to survive encounters with the Dao Ancestors.

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Perhaps the panel of judges had considered these factors to some extent during the selection process—who knows? After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the works of Tao Jiang, Qi Lang, and Xu Wei were not all that different.
Under Li Yuanba's vigorous cultivation, the Golden Gu Serpent Leech had long reached the pinnacle of the Golden Gu level, but had shown no signs of breaking through further. Now, infused with the power of the World Axis, it let out a heaven-piercing hiss and began its next evolution.
Immediately afterward, before the eyes of the crowd, a young man of about twenty stepped into the void, walking upward into the sky step by step.
Seeing the prominent barrage comments, Tang Hao couldn't help but blink, a strange smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hadn't expected to run into Lu Xiaotian like this.
Winters in the north were bone-chillingly cold. If one lacked sufficient power and had no place to seek warmth, an ordinary person would be frozen into a corpse overnight.
Meeting his partner's parents for the first time, it was only natural for Jiang Ran to feel a bit nervous.
Sheng Qingqing was genuinely worried that if he went to take the imperial examinations in the future, he would be mocked by his classmates as a "country bumpkin."
He did not rush to delve into the field of artifact refining, but instead continued to study the formulation of medicinal agents. He wanted to master every recipe capable of producing top-tier elixirs, plunging once again into a period of frantic seclusion.
I left the conference room with a smile and went to the logistics department of the headquarters to find the person in charge, asking them to prepare some university supplies for me at my residence.
I don't know how much time had passed when I finally drifted back to consciousness. Shi Xiaofeng found himself lying on a hospital bed, the back of his head still burning with pain, his right arm wrapped in thick bandages—could it be that my right arm is broken? A chill washed over Shi Xiaofeng's heart.