Chapter 31: Everyone Has an Appreciation for Beauty

Qi Xuan: "Fine, then we shall follow our junior sister’s lead. I, too, am curious to see what she has in mind."

"Junior sister, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but ice and snow. Where are we heading?" Mo Yu asked Si Nansheng, glancing at the frozen landscape.

"To find treasures, of course! We shall take everything we can carry. Once we get out, we can trade it all for a mountain of spirit stones."

Si Nansheng looked at Mo Yu with eyes sparkling with excitement. Mo Yu paused, stunned—he didn't think any of them were exactly short on spirit stones.

Zi Lingtian fired off three questions at once. His casual attitude only served to convince Ancestor Lingxu further that he was connected to Long Xuantian; it felt as though he were merely toying with him.

Dongfang Shiqi hurried from Tianjing to the East Sea. Exhausted, she arrived at Yingyi the moment she stepped off the plane, without a moment's rest.

Consequently, after Wang Yong lost his other sources of iron, he was forced to rely solely on the Changguang County mines. This significantly reduced the iron supply for the East Sea, and with both sides now vying for the same ore, the deficit grew wider by the day.

"She is still alive... I know she is, she must be alive..." The Emperor’s voice wavered from a desperate shriek to a faint whisper before he breathed his last in that stuttering rhythm. Even in death, he did not loosen his grip on Lu Xi’s hand, remaining upright until the very end.

The yellow earth was soaked in blood. Ma Yun’s movements did not falter, so I grabbed him, signaling for him to stop.

At the time, I had only thought that if anything were to happen, it would be when we finally found the Soul-Returning Incense and had to fight others for it.

The physique of the white race is not naturally advantageous; from the Sui and Tang dynasties all the way through the Song, the average height of the Han people was significantly greater than that of their white contemporaries.

Guided by the bedraggled youth, Zi Lingtian and his companions entered Changqing City, the heart of the empire that commanded countless cities.

Seeing Ye Lin, Guo Haoyang felt a surge of complex emotions, a wave of heat prickling at his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, Feng Chen would never have taken such a reckless risk. But now, facing an inevitable defeat, what was there left to fear? Clinging to this maddened resolve, Feng Chen focused his entire attention on a single scale.

Mr. Wei’s expression was solemn, his eyes fixed unblinkingly upon the decaying, wreckage of the sunken ship.

Zhang Tianyang felt a lingering sense of dread. If he hadn't had the Beidou wolf leading the way, he feared he might have been thrown into a panic by Abis’s sudden strike; after all, facing a Saint Venerable was no trivial matter.

The Divine Dragon roared, revealing its true form as it twisted through the sky. The heavens tore open, and he was pulled upward into the rift.

Watching Lu Min collapse onto the bed, Fairy Xiao’s first reaction was not concern for his well-being, but the realization that if he were unconscious, who would produce the boy’s urine? Muzi examined Lu Min and declared that he would live. The cold door then materialized rice and vegetarian dishes out of thin air.

Zhang Tianyang’s body immediately turned translucent, and the green liquid seeped into his limbs, mending his damaged meridians and clearing the blockages of his old wounds.

The acquisition of Microsoft shares was not for speculation; the goal was to utilize information technology to upgrade the mail-order business model. To this end, an order had already been placed with Microsoft, requesting the development of custom management software for the White Lotus brand’s mail-order operations.

After Linhai returned, Wu He whispered to him, casting frequent glances toward Miao Mei. Linhai shook his head, and Wu He had no choice but to fall silent, focusing instead on observing Fairy Xiao’s reaction.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot. Didn't I promise to give you something of mine? Here, take this." With that, she fished an object from her bag and placed it into Long Tian’s hand.

Before Bing Yi could react, Linhai draped an arm over his shoulder and pulled him forward, their faces nearly touching. With his neck pinned by Linhai’s grip, Bing Yi couldn't move, but he strained his face away as far as he could, his features taut and sharp.