Volume 1, Chapter 24: There are plenty of honest ways to make money, so don't go looking for crooked paths!

He was only seventeen when he took his Grand Consort. In need of support, he chose to marry into the most powerful noble clan, carefully plotting his every move until he ascended to the throne of Western Liang.

The other two exotic beasts looked at this one with resignation; neither could defeat it alone, but together, they stood a chance.

If this were not the case, how could the China of history have maintained its title as the safest country in the world while surrounded by formidable enemies?

"That’s right, Great Dragon Demon Lord. If you’re afraid, you are free to crawl back inside. I won't make things difficult for you, hehe." The Supreme of the Meat Chain chuckled, his head covered in rolls of fat, though they were far less pronounced than those on his massive body.

In her previous life, she had heard that after the Sect Master of the Longevity Sect was treated as an honored guest by Doukou, he chose the Ascetic Zen Monastery as his residence. Doukou had even spent a fortune to rebuild the monastery specifically for him.

He could not offer any warm or comforting words at this moment. After a brief consolation, his offer to stay and help was politely declined by Xi Fuwei, and he took his leave.

Although the shadow guard tried his best to hold on, he could not withstand the agony and eventually fainted from the pain.

Standing on this moral high ground, the Zou residence, as a prominent clan in Yanzhou, had no fear of the Wen family. For the sake of their reputation, they were unlikely to hand her over.

This was his chance to show grace. It took him over a year to identify and report twenty reliable and capable men. The Emperor mocked him for being overly cautious, suggesting that if it were twenty today, it might grow to fifty or a hundred in the future.

"To prevent the Emperor from returning?" Qin Yang asked, knowing the answer. He understood why Rong Tang had deployed heavy troops to the southern city, but he needed to ask to get a definitive confirmation from him.

The Spirit-Devouring Ghost Mist had long since vanished. The Qingqiu clan had searched everywhere but never found any trace of the White Emperor. Although Chen Ting had only seen the White Emperor’s consciousness projection, the impression was profound; he had tried to divine the whereabouts of this Fox Clan leader, but also to no avail.

He Fanghua had given Wu Xinyu a strict ultimatum: she must use this golden period to conceive a grandchild, or else she would help her apply for leave from school so they could go to Linqing together.

"To think he stumbled upon the method by sheer luck?" Cui She found it hard to believe. She and Old Man Datou had passed by the Chen-character burial pit many times, but because of their previous encounters with lightning strikes near other graves, they had never dared to entertain the idea. Yanji City was truly daring.

Liu Ankui felt utterly depressed. Had he known this would happen, he never would have gone fishing. Now, his official career was on the brink of collapse—how could he not be miserable?

"Actually, there is no need to be afraid. Your father does this for your own good. Can you tell me now what mischief you’ve been up to in secret?" Qin Chan continued to ask.

"Haha, Junior Brother Wuxing, once I master the art of sword flight, we shall have another duel!" Gu Changfeng laughed.

"Yifan is going to be burned to death! What is that black thing? Why is it burning Yifan?" I asked, weeping bitterly.

The Miami Heat certainly understood Xu Feng’s plan, but they would not give him any chance to succeed.

The man still would not give up, even adding a pitiful, aggrieved sob to his voice: "I am willing to become whoever you want me to be."

This era happened to be the development period of the New Age, when countless Second-Generation God-Realms began to appear. The worlds they created and the power they wielded were constantly influencing the Heavenly Dao and the rules of the new era.

The Fox Clan was originally one of the ten great tribes of the Demon Realm, with over a dozen internal branches. Qing Bao'er and her kin belonged to the Green Fox tribe, the royal lineage that had always led the entire Fox Clan.

The tiger was quite heavy; if they had to carry it while roasting it, they would be exhausted. These iron halberds were long enough to serve as a perfect rack when rested on stones.

She had been at the Jin Prince's mansion for over half a month, but apart from the welcoming banquet on the first night, she had not seen the Eighth Prince since.

Chu Tian had known Zhang Tingting for a long time and thought he was accustomed to her beauty. But whether it was because he intended to do something that night or because he had been drinking, his resolve crumbled, and his resistance to the breathtaking beauty before him plummeted.

Perhaps becoming a civil servant is a better choice for me; I wouldn't have to worry about being fired. Once I pass the exam, even if I don't strive for excellence, I can get by. But I don't know if choosing this path proves that I am afraid and shrinking back.

Take time, for instance. A native Immortal Emperor, under the rules of the local Heavenly Dao, could alter time—shortening, extending, or even pausing it in a specific area. However, he must still comply with the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

As the video ended, the lights slowly brightened. With the sound of clicking gears, the wall cabinet directly opposite slowly rotated into the wall, revealing a screen and several instruments.

Therefore, whether the Ming Sovereign knew the Spirit God before or had just made contact, now that the connection was established, no one would dare to target the Ming Sovereign anymore. This was undoubtedly a good thing for him.

Thinking of this, Liu Chang felt a headache coming on, but she did not panic and continued her analysis.

Watching Du Jinshan not far away, Luo Ziyan spoke with a melancholic expression. At this moment, Lei Tian was already within two or three meters of her.