Volume 1, Chapter 32: Juro Still Has the Knack

At this moment, Xue Tao’er brought out a display board, a black velvet cloth serving as the backdrop, upon which five or six flowers were pinned.

Yi Feishi was quite surprised. Since finalizing the school's founding plan at the beginning of the year, the two had not specifically discussed the idol worship program.

Chief Secretary Zhao, ever diligent, drafted a formal complaint on behalf of Qin Fengyi and ordered it to be sent to the capital via an express courier covering eight hundred miles a day.

Just as the disciples were less than ten yards from the cliff top, a resounding "thud" echoed, causing the mountain forest to tremble and sending numerous boulders tumbling down from the summit.

Yi Feishi shook his head. His stance had always been clear: matters involving risk control or prohibition, if forbidden by his Lord, were things he could stop contemplating and simply choose not to do. Just as Kaikai had said, one was a contingency left behind by his Lord, and the other was his own spiritual attachment—how could they possibly harm him?

The aura emanating from the phantom of the Three-Legged Golden Crow was so overwhelming that the audience below was completely stunned, unable to stop themselves from whispering.

Wu Mu’er, who was locked in a fierce struggle with Ye Fengling in mid-air, felt a sharp pain in her heart at the sight. The dozen or so clansmen who had been burned were screaming in agony; one had to remember that the entire Bimu tribe consisted of barely a thousand people.

"Damn it! You bastard, you dared to hide drugs!" The police officer who had just inspected Wang Nanbei felt a surge of rage upon hearing that answer and unleashed a flying kick toward him. Wang Nanbei simply swayed his body to the side, easily dodging the aggressive blow.

The guard returned at lunchtime, looking even more battered than before. Everyone was so relieved to see someone else arrive that no one had the appetite to eat; they were on the verge of tearing the medical machine apart.

The Emperor, having long known the truth, reprimanded the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery in court, docked his salary for a year, suspended him from his duties, and divided the military power he held, handing it over to Zhou Feng and the heir of the Marquis.

Lu Qifeng turned his head to glance at Mili’s father, who was making a victory sign at him. Lu Qifeng smiled and nodded.

Irene watched from behind Yu Tianxue. She said nothing, nor did she intend to smooth things over or ease the tension between them.

Tang Qiansu had a dream. She dreamt of a vast, white snowy expanse, the courtyard of the Jingxiu Academy, the halls of the Xuanchi Pavilion, and the begonia tree in Butterfly Valley. She dreamt of Hua Yinxun in his youth.

Since this thing looked so much like a red bean, perhaps it could be used as a metaphor—why not just treat it as a red bean? Although she could not recall many poems, she could still remember the two most classic ones regarding red beans.

"Second Sister, what’s wrong?" Song Yueya noticed the look on Song Xingchen’s face and followed her gaze, but saw nothing.

Shi Yuchu paused, her footsteps hurried; she had been too busy looking at him to notice the final step.

Bai Jinmo stood up, nodded with a smile, and replied, "You are too kind." She then poured half a glass of red wine to toast him in return.

Hearing footsteps drawing closer behind her, Shi Yuchu was about to speak, but Mo Jingchuan took her hand and led her straight back the way they had come.

Lin Tianhou was a man of the First Prince, but even when seeing the Second Prince, he dared not show any disrespect. Moreover, the Second Prince was tactful and meticulous in his dealings, never dragging his feet, and thus had never offended anyone.

Tang Wan did not even have time to change her clothes; she threw on a long coat and ran out clutching her car keys, only to bump into Jiang Jiu, who was wearing sunglasses.

He knew that for someone who believed they were doomed, the first step was to provide hope, and the second was treatment. In truth, he was not entirely certain of success, but he had to say it to give Mad Lion hope and the courage to survive.

As it turned out, in just a few days, not only did they fail to make any money, but they had also lost almost all of their initial capital.

At that moment, Jiang Chengsi suddenly appeared before him. Without a word, he simply raised his hand and pushed Geng Dong backward.

The Jiang family members were standing at the doorway, watching their master pack his belongings to move to the room next door. Just as they were about to follow, he turned and gave them a sharp glance.

"If you have come only for this matter, then please return; we will not disturb your estate," Feng Lingtian said calmly as he sat there. His tone was somewhat cold. The young man’s words lacked sincerity, and his shifty eyes suggested he was merely going through the motions. He had no time for such trivial nonsense.

After the candidates were decided, they sat down in front of the pre-arranged computers and logged into the game together.

There were many cultivators who had come, but the vast majority were juniors brought along by their elders; of course, there were also many middle-aged men and elderly figures with white beards who had come alone.

His thought was that rather than seeking out information himself, it was better to let the information come to him. Furthermore, his technique for condensing artifacts allowed him to control the existence of weapons at will, so he did not fear anyone reneging on a deal.

If one were to deliberately change or impose restrictions for the sake of so-called love, could that still be called true love?

It was deep into the night, and the dense fog forest looked even more terrifying than it did during the day.

The Dark Sun Demon Lord, having previously unleashed his full power, had been struck by a wisp of the purest Phoenix Divine Fire while caught off guard, leaving him severely wounded.

In the end, for fear that the fallout would expand further, I chose to pay the compensation first to settle the affairs of the Qili Workshop before considering anything else.