Chapter 54

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But this time was different; after all, he still seemed to feel the lingering sensation of Ruan Yuer’s lips—cold yet soft—upon his own.
“A chef from the Northeast brought it over, gave him twenty thousand dollars to buy ingredients unavailable in Japan, and what did he end up buying? The beer on the table,” Li Jiahao shrugged as he spoke.
Time passed unknowingly until Cheng Xin finally opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Without her usual exquisite makeup, she appeared even more delicate and charming, a stark contrast to her usual strict and resolute demeanor.
Yuanshi watched the immortals absorb the divine breath with growing frustration. He knew all too well the immense benefits of inhaling this divine breath for cultivation, yet his status forbade him from joining the others—he could only stew in helpless impatience.
“Enough, enough. Why dwell on this? Since there’s nothing more, disperse.” With that, six figures vanished simultaneously, leaving only their lingering voices echoing in the air.
The human felt the world spin wildly, stumbling in haste. The golden monkey observed but did not move to help, for long ago it had been warned not to interfere once humans arrived, no matter what happened, lest dire consequences follow.
“Uh?” Fang Qin was caught off guard by Li Xin’s words. The bed frame trembled slightly as shock filled his eyes. Speechless for a long while, he kept recalling scenes from the past, each moment flashing vividly in his mind from the very first time he saw Li Xin’s mother.
Liu Dingtian exhaled quietly, standing composed in midair as he began to speak calmly. Of course, he could never trust the seven ancient demons before him; his outward calm masked a mind busy preparing for any eventuality.
“Boss, we’ve already bought out all the shares of those who rushed to jump ship, forcing them to leave the company,” came a voice like the east wind.
Despite Zhang Xiu’s persistent admonitions, he took care to regulate and maintain his body. Even when faced with the breathtakingly beautiful concubine Zou, Zhang Ji exercised some restraint instead of indulging his desires recklessly, mindful not to overly deplete his vital essence.
She returned from hell as a fierce warrior—how could she be kind-hearted? Moreover, they had crossed her red line; how could she find peace of mind if she did not punish them?
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“You think I can’t kill you with just these few people?” Chisongzi finally spoke.
But joining one faction meant offending another, leaving him trapped between difficult and reluctant choices.
The first to rejoice was Leng Yuping of the Chu King’s mansion. Her hearty laughter was so bold that even passing Xiuzhu couldn’t help but think she was utterly audacious.
The two spoke almost in unison. Without waiting for Su Jinyin’s consent, they quickly slipped away.
Only then did Xu Shaochen realize Wang Xuebin was not the type to charge ahead blindly. In the blink of an eye, five opponents were bypassed, with just a second left on the clock. Wang Xuebin took his shot at the last moment. As he released the ball, the buzzer sounded—scoring a buzzer-beater.
“Hey, old ghost, who are you talking about? If you’re not convinced, come fight me at the academy,” Lei Ying said, lightning crackling around him, looking eager for a challenge.
In her past life at this time, she was the one under house arrest, so naturally Cui Yiniang and Leng Yuping went to the Royal Awakening Temple.
The monks fell silent again, while Wang Shijie was stunned once more. Even chicken-eating was likened to visiting a doctor, and with so many classical references—could this lady’s skill truly be unmatched? But could anyone truly trust such an explanation?
“This doesn’t seem to prove anything; in fact, I might say you’re trying to sow discord,” Yuzhao said flatly in response to Xie Xin’s words.
Han Yu raised his hand coldly, placing it gently on Nuo Wei’s head. Pressing lightly, Nuo Wei immediately fainted, collapsing limply.
Mo Wushuang knew Amy was trying to ease her worries, for when she arrived this morning, the discussion was already heated. Though their chatter ceased upon seeing Mo Wushuang, their expressions betrayed their pretenses.
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“That won’t do at all. No arguments. Hmph, put on your clothes and get out. I’m going home,” Yan Wuke sneered coldly.
Below the stage, tens of thousands stared intently, while major media outlets broadcasted live. One misstep could cause ridicule or public scorn. Most people would be tongue-tied facing such a crowd, let alone perform.
Honestly, if the two were destined for no future, she was unwilling to drag herself into a mire of pain and helplessness. Better a short pain than a long one; it was best to withdraw early, free and unburdened.
“If you’re not afraid of karmic consequences, I could indeed help you. I say this every five hundred years, but no one has ever had the courage!” Xuanyuan said nonchalantly.
Yet traveling such mountain paths was truly arduous. After a short while, Yan Yue was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. Nearby, Murong Yan and the surrounding guards remained composed and unflustered. Even Bi Chenggong walked steadily without showing any sign of weakness.
The Belarusian envoy, seeing Yao Yi stop speaking, instantly understood that he had misspoken and could no longer probe further.
Laughter broke out as officers enjoyed seeing Lord Ma teased by Lord Shen. This embarrassed Er Dangge, a good man, deeply. Shen Chongming and Liu Shouyou were not to be trifled with and immediately scolded the officers behind them.
“Heh, Doctor, calm down. I’m just explaining why Qin grew powerful. As for its downfall, I will explain later,” Shen Chongming said with neither arrogance nor servility, delivering a soft retort that left the prepared doctor speechless, forcing him to turn away disdainfully.