Volume 1, Chapter 30: Leaning down, he kissed her.

Rooftop Villa
Lu Yanci walked to the door, raised his hand as if to knock, but then, struck by some thought, he suddenly stopped.
He hesitated, then took a step back.
Gazing at the tightly shut door, his brows knitted together in deep contemplation.
After much hesitation, he ultimately did not knock.

Wuxin looked up at the descending massive hand; even though his bones were nearly shattered, the long sword in his grip acted as a rigid support for his broken body.

"You really are a contrarian!" Song Xijun said as he lay down on the bed, pulling her into his embrace from behind.
Although it was not yet the Dragon Boat Festival, the moon that night was unusually round. Outside the window, a gentle breeze made the leaves rustle, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains danced with the wind, as if the entire world were celebrating their reconciliation.

Swords, long spears, training stakes... these were the most common sights in the Prince’s residence. Among the people coming and going, there were only men; even those hauling the slop buckets were elderly men.
After cursing, he opened his oil-paper umbrella, carefully protecting the jewelry box in his hand. Today was his wife’s birthday, and for years, he had personally prepared her birthday gifts, yet never had the weather been as gloomy as it was today.

"Xiao Mo, just you wait!" Peng Fei roared in the direction Xiao Mo had departed, then turned and left in the opposite direction.

"Xueying, what are you doing!" When Gu Chen saw Luo Xueying stop, he hurriedly grabbed her, fearing she was about to do something foolish again.
In a fit of bitter hatred, he summoned all his strength for a desperate final struggle, determined to devour Gu Chen with his last breath.

Changsheng leaped from the sea onto the deck; under the sunlight, the seawater cascading off him shimmered with the azure hues of the sea and sky.

Yet now, merely hearing Lu Yuan call his name made him feel an instinctive surge of awkwardness and panic, his muscles and nerves tensing instantly.

Gu Xue’s face lit up with joy. Essence Mushrooms were treasures used by ancient sects to cultivate their young disciples. If the children of Sword Valley consumed these mushrooms regularly, the valley would have a constant supply of highly talented disciples.

Under these circumstances, the anti-registration superheroes who had previously hesitated all silently made up their minds.

The downstream sluice gate was continuously channeling floodwater from upstream into Fuxian Lake, though the gate appeared remarkably narrow compared to the surging torrents arriving from above.

After finishing his meal, Qiao Mu had just pulled out his phone to call his secretary to pick him up when he noticed a black Highlander parked at the entrance.

Of course, Yang Tao was referring to his quest to hunt for a pill furnace. Had it not been for Yuan Na’s reminder, he certainly would not have thought of that.

Shenfeng Rumu was indeed a member of the Shenfeng clan; his poise and grace were extraordinary. At the very least, within a few breaths, he had regained his composure as if nothing had happened.

"Rest on the sofa for a while. I’ve already asked the logistics department to prepare your office supplies. Also, help yourself to whatever you’d like to drink—there’s tea and coffee in the cupboard. Of course, I hope you don’t smoke; it’s bad for your health." Yan Lan’s tone was easygoing, her every gesture exuding an air of intellect and elegance.

Perhaps due to his talent, Gan Hui practiced more professionally, and the results were noticeably better than those of Lu Changle and Lu Jinyuan.

Her cherry lips parted, but before she could speak, she felt a tremendous force descend, crushing her chest, lungs, and bones.

Resurrecting a corpse requires fresh blood for sustenance, but the limestone cave was far too vast; where could one easily find corpses? Not to mention corpses, even living people were hard to come by.

Sun Suo lunged forward and shoved the Butcher Ghost back, then quickly stooped to pick up the cleaver it had dropped.

Counting his spirit stones, he found only thirty-one remained—thirty more had been consumed than he had anticipated. Qin Yuan couldn't help but smile helplessly as he put the stones away.