Volume 1, Chapter 34: A Scholar Selling Paintings

The two sides remained in a brief stalemate. Outside, the fighting was intense yet silent, while inside the villa, the occasional sound of falling heavy objects seemed to pluck at the already taut nerves of everyone present.

Qin Yu pressed his palms together in a prayer-like gesture; he had only intended to find a pastime for Lu Dongbin, never imagining he would fuel a wave of gambling within the Divine Realm.

Watching large numbers of heavenly soldiers and generals fall under the enemy’s blades, Qin Yu felt a complex mix of emotions. He bore some responsibility for this situation, as it was he who had passed the news to Lu Dongbin, which led the Giant Spirit God to arrive at Mount Buzhou with the vanguard.

Feng Lingyue, meanwhile, acted as if nothing were amiss, strolling leisurely toward the exit of the Valley of Ten Thousand Evils.

Once Zhao Guang and Qi Tianchen had left, Fan Che'an could no longer hold back. "Where is she? I want to see her!" Abandoning the pretense before Yi Chenxi, he stated his intentions directly.

Thales, Heraclitus, Parmenides, Democritus, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Thomas Aquinas, Descartes, Kant, Hegel, Nietzsche—the sight of these philosophers' works was overwhelming.

Lan Jing, who had been admiring the ginkgo leaves, was startled by a cold, sharp inquiry. She turned to look.

This question surfaced in Xu Yourong's mind once again; she had lost count of how many times she had pondered it.

At their level, making further progress was incredibly difficult. One either needed to obtain a heaven-defying opportunity or spend vast amounts of time in secluded cultivation. Given that this chance allowed for a breakthrough, the suffering endured was well worth it.

Since the Baili family was being so unreasonable, she would simply have to see it through to the end. With a smile and a nod, she took her leave.

Ye Yifan was as docile as a ragdoll, letting him dress her. Zhou Zimo carried her to the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I didn't throw it; I placed it on you. You're such a big guy, you can't even carry a Heaven-Measuring Ruler?" Wei Meng knew Huang Dali lacked the strength to lift a feather, so he deliberately teased him.

Li Shijie was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events. No one had expected that this refined and handsome youth could act with such ruthless cruelty.

Not to mention how happy Mother Wang was to see Shen Nianjiu recover his spirits, but upon entering the room and seeing the empty bed, Shen Nianjiu was stunned.

Fortunately, she had not come with the intention of breaking them up today; otherwise, she would have surely been defeated without a fight.

A pale silver light flashed, and space rippled. Following this, a black tear in space struck the back of the Bone Prison Corpse King, revealing the dark, void-like alien dimension within.

Jiang Yuanheng remained indifferent, his cold, grim gaze meeting his. Seeing her father's sudden transformation, Shen Yuxin felt a sense of foreboding.

After getting out of the car, Shen Yuxin did not see Jiang Yuanheng. Her frail body leaned against the glass door beside the entrance for support, the cold seeping through her back. Her eyelids drooped weakly, and her eyes stared blankly ahead.

Winter had arrived, and the night wind felt as sharp as a blade. Shen Yuxin frowned and pulled the collar of her coat up, partially shielding her face.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The Crown Prince's health had greatly improved; as long as he avoided horseback riding, he could now withstand the jolts of a carriage.

Everyone accepted Pang Juntang as the guest of honor in the city. Firstly, the Pang family was the most established underworld clan in Qingcheng, possessing deep roots. Secondly, given Pang Juntang's age and seniority, he carried enough weight to hold that position.

The elders dispatched countless loyal disciples to track down Xiang Ning's whereabouts, with orders to execute her on the spot if found.

Kang Mang'ang consciously directed both the metal and earth elements toward his original middle dantian, intending to use them to reinforce it once condensed. Having stumbled upon the creation of a middle dantian by accident before, he naturally chose to follow the same path, drawing on his seasoned experience.

In the Miao territory, the mountains and waters of Guizhou were the most unique. Deep within the vast mountains, peaks rose and fell in succession. Although the journey had been exhausting, the moment He Pangzi stepped out of the car, he could not help but be awestruck by the sight before him.

The cultivators who had just departed, seeing Li Xingkong leave the Pure Eye Pool of his own accord, turned back once more.

Just then, a flash of electricity ignited on Darui's shoulder. Heavy footsteps thundered as the pile of armor reassembled itself, brandishing Darui's greatsword and charging toward Haige.

Lang Duan had intended to drift through the underground palace freely, believing his light-body technique had reached perfection. Little did he realize that modern technology would not allow him to slip through unnoticed. As the alarms blared, people swiftly moved to pre-designated, relatively safe locations according to their counter-terrorism drill training.

The music started, and the private room door swung open. Three or four staff members pushed a cart inside, arranging the pre-prepared dishes according to the plan. They then produced two types of alcohol—a white spirit and a red wine—and asked Bai Suzhen which one she would like opened.

Before Lu Zihao could react, Tang Feng had already pushed the door open and entered the shopping mall, with Fang Zhenyu and Feng Gang following closely behind him.

Jiang Xuejuan groped her way off the bed, but the pain throughout her body caused her to tumble down. This scene was witnessed by Sister Zhang, who had come in to fetch water; she had heard the commotion on the hillside and wanted to check on the girl, never expecting to walk in on such a sight.

"Fine, I will temporarily believe your nonsense," Tsunade, still fuming, said bitterly.

A mysterious identity, formidable combat skills, superb culinary arts, and even an incredible mastery of music—was there anything he could not do?