Volume One, Chapter 25: Summoned Once More by the Police Station

The officials and princes of Great Qin were all perplexed by Ying Zheng’s maneuvers, unaware that he had already acquired what he desired. Now that his aim was achieved, what need was there for further explanation?

Today, Ji Qiushang was different from before. Beneath her light makeup, her already striking features were even more dazzling, and her slender, fair neck was revealed in its entirety.

Han Rui frowned, unable for a moment to recall when he had seen this person before.

The plot of this short drama was simple—the familiar tale of the Dragon King’s son-in-law turning the tables. Lu Wei merely distilled its essence and adapted it slightly, making it irresistibly captivating.

Lan Nan asked a sorcerer to place a curse in the Buddha-head pendant, to which the other party agreed readily, setting the price at three million.

In the hall, candlelight flickered, shadows interlaced, and the atmosphere was so heavy it pressed upon everyone. Lin Zhong, wearing a troubled expression, was the first to speak.

There are many technicians, but good ones are rare. Those who master the core technologies are always the prized assets of any company. However, such positions require the right capabilities; one cannot join the core team from the very start.

“Uncle Fu, this is where Doctor Zhao is buried. Today is the anniversary of his death. His disciple will surely come to pay respects. If we can find Doctor Zhao’s disciple, we can cure my grandfather’s stubborn illness.” Song Qingya said to the middle-aged man beside her.

Cultivators speak of the Great Cycle—a state where one refines three hundred and sixty-five streams of true energy, forging them into a mighty current that runs throughout the body. This is what people often call the consummation of the Qi Refinement stage.

Since Han Rui awoke from his long sleep, Song Yan, as his subordinate, had hardly left his side, perhaps fearing he might perish again.

At the sound of the whistle, Yiyang seemed electrified. He leaped down from the tech platform and strode into the arena in two large steps.

Immediately afterward, he used the E skill, a valiant charge, to ram Shang Moze—who was dueling Olaf with ultimates unleashed—into the ice wall that had just risen behind them. The next second, Gragas followed up with his own E skill, a bodily slam, stunning the target, while Anivia cast her Q skill in tandem with E, breaking Aatrox’s Bloodthirst passive.

The students at this school were all either wealthy or noble, for only they could afford the steep tuition fees—a true academy for the elite.

Fang Xiao was practically dragged into the car by Xi Lingheng. She had tried to flee, but Xi Lingheng, tall and skilled, caught her arm in a single swift motion.

According to him, although the Crimson Banner had made Li Min’s reputation, it also limited his own performance.

Green was like the team’s energy engine—whenever he was on the court, his spirits ran high, inspiring his teammates. Unfortunately, today Green’s fervor got the better of him and ruined the game.

Does this mean I’ll always have to find a safe place to sleep when I’m tired from now on? What if it delays important matters?

“Natasha, let me be alone for a while. Go wait for me farther away. Wukong, you too, wait over there,” Chen Nuo said heavily.

Once Yiyang made his breakthrough, the Knights’ formation would have to close ranks. They could not let the MVP find his rhythm or unleash his scoring prowess. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be surprising if Yiyang dropped fifty points today.

“No, those with low cultivation use a voluntary method. Why not use only low-level soldiers? Because their chances of retreating unscathed are too low. If we lose them all, the loss outweighs the gain.”

Her mother, however, was overjoyed, a glint of pride on her face like a general returning triumphant.

Around them, the silver-armored cavalry gathered on a clearing by the official road. Eight thousand horsemen assembled at once, and a chilling, murderous atmosphere spread instantly.

If Zhou Fengru knew what Bai Tong was really thinking, she would surely cough up blood and die. To think she’d sunk so low as to earn the pity of a student!

A cold, clear voice sounded overhead, instantly drawing Wen Siyu’s attention.

On that road of death, countless people hurled stones—vicious servants like Zhao Xue, ignorant strangers, and even family members like the Li parents and brother.

“Who did this?!” Qingyao bit her lip in fury, her hands clenched into fists, eyes burning with rage.

That gray, misty ghost domain spread outward at an unbelievable speed. Ashen paper bits drifted down from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the entire city of Dachang was enveloped by the spectral realm.

Su Nian stood there, sunlight softly draping over her, casting a faint glow. Her expression was calm, yet a subtle chill flickered in her beautiful eyes.

Bai Yan’s grandmother’s house was quite large. There had originally been two guest rooms, but one had just been renovated before the new year and was not yet finished, the bed not even moved in.

If this truly had something to do with Ming Yi, she would not be able to keep calm—there would surely be a next move.

Ling Lie did not answer. He set the cake on the coffee table and began dialing repeatedly on his phone. There was no need to guess whom he was calling, but no response came.

Jing Ma, after all, had spent half her life scheming in General Nalan’s residence and had seen all kinds of people. She was all too familiar with the tangled emotions between master and servant.

Luo Chuan, driving, glanced at Xiao Yang beside him, bewildered by her uncharacteristic silence.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much—her previous two jobs had been as a substitute teacher, and with the new term, she’d have to return those classes to their regular teachers. If only she had a steady student, her income would stabilize.

When the Sky-Trapping Array shattered, over eighty thousand cultivators from the Grand Alliance swarmed into the region like locusts. As soon as they clashed with the branch leagues and the eleven great clans, a world-shaking battle erupted.

“You cannot die yet. I promised your wife I’d let her see you one last time,” Xiao Chen said solemnly, mind racing for a way to suppress the fallen soul and prevent it from absorbing any more sinful spirits. Should it escape his control, disaster would surely follow.