Volume 1, Chapter 49: Celebrating the Lunar New Year on a Train!

It is always like this. Whenever Li Qingnian stands there, someone is bound to speak and act on his behalf.
She owed it all to the original owner's infatuation; otherwise, no matter how bold she was, she would never have dared to set her sights on Li Qingnian and his guards.
Yet, just after he left the sect, Lan Cangyan and Lan Mingxue actually chose this exact moment to brutally murder the master.
Bai Haisheng’s voice grew sorrowful, as if he were once again watching his sister's frail figure step forward into the soaring flames.
At this very moment, the Feather clan disciples guarding the barrier stared in utter astonishment at the Nether Demon King.
She was burning with impatience to know who the person was that possessed the ability to outshine the poems she had written.
Almost every Go player who had ever competed against him would lose their chess soul to varying degrees for a period of time, and upon recovery, the majority of them would permanently lose their potential to climb to even greater heights.
If it turned out just like in the legends, where getting bitten turned one into a zombie as well, that would truly be a disaster.
Gradually, dense thickets of wisteria crawled up toward Jiang Qingwan's head, blotting out the sun and sky as if covering the entire firmament. A wave of nauseating stench filled the air, making one want to vomit. Jiang Qingwan could not help but frown, and as she looked at the intertwining vines all around her, her brows furrowed even deeper.
Qu Wei was furious inside. Yang Huaizhen was simply too green, lacking any worldly cunning in front of Boss Wang. However, ever since the incident with Meizi, Yang Huaizhen had not been this excited in a long time. Qu Wei wanted to scold him a few words, but ultimately swallowed them back.
Qing looked dazedly at Shen Chongshan, utterly failing to understand how this fellow could talk about catching a living human being as casually as if he were catching a stray dog.
Although they harbored doubts, they did not ask. They knew that in a match of this magnitude, Yifly would never make a random choice; he must have had his reasons.

"Gan Xiaoxing, how dare you track us?" Purple Robe stepped forward, releasing his aura with a guarded expression.
The problem was that much of the knowledge he possessed could already be searched for on the internet. Therefore, Zhang Sen felt somewhat puzzled: if Klein was truly their target, what on earth did Klein possess that could make them stronger?
"Right, right, right, you're right, I misspoke. They really are difficult to get along with, alright? Let go of me, you're hurting my arm..." Tong Xiujie immediately changed her tune, gently patting the hand that was gripping her arm.
Shen Chongshan was also stunned for a moment. Originally, he had just been flirting out of sheer habit, never expecting that Mengpo would actually fall for this routine.
The film primarily recounted how Linghu Chong, after experiencing the fickle and ever-changing nature of the pugilistic world, saw through its strife and conflicts, seeking only a carefree and untethered existence.
A peasant wanted to bribe Tu Han, but seeing the seven or eight-year-old child with snot running down his nose, foolishly smiling at the children practicing calligraphy on the ground, Tu Han shook his head.
Su Ying turned to look at him, assuming he no longer wanted her design drafts, and could not help feeling a sense of disappointment.
Zhao Pocheng was the Prince of Qi's eldest son. If something were to happen to him here, even as a princess, she would receive no preferential treatment—especially since it occurred within her own Linglan Palace, making it impossible for her to absolve herself of the blame. If those who harmed him seized the opportunity to spread malicious rumors, her reputation as a princess would be utterly ruined, and the imperial family would not easily pardon her simply because of her status.
Beneath their feet was still that crimson path, and they only felt themselves continuously ascending along it.
Yu Xueroang smiled and offered no reply. This could be considered as her returning a favor first; after all, the value of a spatial lock, whether compared to a spirit artifact or sacred blood, still fell somewhat short.
In the distant horizon, a green radiance appeared, and an endless aura of life could be felt even across a vast expanse of stars. That boundless life dao principle far exceeded the limits of ordinary comprehension.
As two layers of heavy door curtains were lifted, Xie Yixin, draped in a fire-fox cloak, walked in with a graceful and swaying gait.

"Nanny Zhu, it is only in front of you that I can speak my true thoughts. In front of them, the burden on my shoulders is too heavy, and I am so tired!" the Prince of Jing said suddenly with a hint of sorrow.
Tian Yuxue had originally thought that Xin Qiyue would be shaken to death by the giant mountain, but suddenly a high-pitched dragon roar echoed from deep underground, followed by another explosive roar as nine beams of white light shot forth, tearing the gigantic black mountain apart into dust.
"I'm already fine," Jason replied hurriedly, nodding repeatedly, desperately wishing this fiend would leave immediately.
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not materialize. Qingyi still appeared frantic and deranged, endlessly chanting the name "Mu Xuanchen," seemingly still unresponsive to the world around her.
"Black-hearted pole, can I choose not to return to the real world?" Even if Li Qing returned to the reality, he would still worry about Erqiao; who knew if danger might strike at night?
The dean was so angry he didn't even know what to say, then glanced at Su Yang, who wore a faint, detached smile of a spectator at the corner of his lips.
At once, the crowd hurriedly looked back, only to see a graceful figure slowly emerging amidst the raging flames.
"Why are you so full of chatter? Just stay put where you're told, fussing over every little thing." Zhang Ziuji did not turn back as he closed his eyes.
Zhurong had actually guessed it right after Ancestral Dragon mentioned descending to the mortal realm: it was either Yunlu, who had taken his immortal lattice, or that young man who had inherited his legacy.