Volume 1, Chapter 27: Hard Work Pays Off

As the two were lost in the beauty of the scenery, they unintentionally overheard a villager nearby recounting a story.

"I do not know who you are talking about," Xia Muxi said, turning her head away and refusing to look at Qiu Limu any longer.

What if they truly could not find Xia Muxi in the end, or if something were to happen to her? How would he answer to that man?

The carriage headed straight for the farmstead. Since Song Ba’s last visit, Mr. Yue and the others had ceased using shackles or torture, keeping their captives in separate quarters while ensuring they were well-fed and cared for.

Mu Zifei understood, thinking to herself that she had not expected her brother to remain so rational despite the emotional circumstances.

Regardless of whether that act had truly occurred, he at least owed her a sincere apology. He would never shirk the responsibilities he was meant to bear.

However, the pilots of the two "Slayers" were clearly stubborn by nature. Even with their mechs battered to ruin, they stubbornly refused to concede, still struggling in their final throes. Knowing there was no hope left, they remained unwilling to accept defeat, their faces streaming with tears, their hearts gnawed by intense frustration, despair, and humiliation.

The bold, true dragon resting its chin upon the lotus throne first cast a cold, indifferent glance at the bluestone upon the pedestal, then curled its dragon lips into a mocking smile, looking upward at the solemn, six-headed, twelve-armed Bodhisattva manifestation hovering high above.

Their parents rarely spent much time at home, so the siblings had spent nearly their entire youth together. As he witnessed Yaoyao’s growth, she had become his closest kin, an inseparable part of his very soul.

It could be said that the future of the Heavenly Realm rested largely upon their shoulders, so it came as both a surprise and a cause for concern that they were all heading to the Thousand Ancient Domain at such a time.

Damn it, Shen Yu, Shen Yu—it’s always Shen Yu from morning till night! Is Shen Yu more important than me?

"Is there any news from the Southern Qin Imperial City?" Mu Ling asked, lowering her head slightly to avoid continuing the topic.

She had known that if this girl kept spending all her time with Pianren, she would eventually go astray. Look at her now—had she not indeed gone astray?

Emperor Honggaode reigned for twenty-four years, governing with diligence, employing the talented wisely, and fostering a strong nation where the people lived in peace and contentment.

Master Su moved a bit further away from Qiu Liang in apparent distaste, then turned to Qiu Liang and the others, nodding solemnly in response to their expressions of extreme shock.

At this moment, the Kunpeng, its fierce, scarlet beastly eyes glinting with a chilling, ominous light, opened its sharp beak to emit a shrill, piercing cry. It then flapped its massive wings and dove straight toward the ground below.

Mo Nansheng returned to his elusive, ghost-like lifestyle. When Qianye rose, he had already left; when she went to bed, he had not yet returned. Thus, encountering him on a day when it seemed impossible to do so, Qianye briefly wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Xu Zheng was no longer capable of thought; his brain had effectively crashed. His face was as pale as paper, and his entire body trembled, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Ancestor, did you not take three hundred thousand of your kin with you when you fled the Demon Realm? Why is it that now there are only a few small fry left, and you have become a lonely old man?" Li Tang laughed aloud.

Yet, thinking that there were so many of them, they could not believe they would fail to take down this one old man, so they continued to rush forward, oblivious to the danger.

Having said this, Lan Mingyu downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, and everyone followed suit, emptying their own glasses in agreement.

As for travel, there was a specially paved, wide mountain road connecting the garden villa to the base of the hill, wide enough for at least three cars to drive side-by-side.

Upon arriving at the Beijing Opera department of the Arts Academy, Sun Bingyu, having received notice earlier, waited directly at the entrance for Li Suxiu.

He vaguely remembered that one only needed to scale this exceptionally tall, pagoda-shaped building using lightness skills to enter the Imperial Palace.

The ground of this massive slaughterhouse was already carpeted with flesh and blood; countless vibrant lives had come to a permanent halt here—the final destination for their souls.

Madam Wen shot him a glare and said nothing more. After all, he was her husband, and it would not do to cause him too much loss of face, so she allowed him to lead her away.

Hearing that Feng Lingxi was finally willing to eat something, Rui Xing hurried joyfully toward the main kitchen to prepare food for her.

Outside, there were endless rows of tile-roofed houses, one after another. If she climbed out from here, she would only end up on someone else’s roof.

The thirty thousand troops led by the two generals, Zeng and Sun, had swept through everything in their path like a falling leaf, yet in reality, they had gained no true training from the experience.

Such behavior severely damaged the credibility of state organs, the image of law enforcement, and public trust, causing a vile social impact; he should be held criminally responsible for the crime of abuse of power.

The Qing dynasty scholar Li Yu once said: "Daylilies dispel sorrow, and silk trees purge resentment; both are things that benefit the human spirit, and there is nowhere they should not be planted... Anyone who sees these flowers will find their gloom replaced by joy, their tears by laughter. One might choose not to plant daylilies, but one must certainly plant a silk tree."

He smiled, straightened his posture from where he had been leaning against the wall, and walked over to Lin Yue. Only when he was close did Lin Yue smell the scent of alcohol on him.

His roving gaze suddenly fixed, and he slowly turned his head to see several figures on a mountain peak behind the sect’s main hall, watching him with great interest.

Upon saying this, Lu Shuang'er was surprised at how smoothly the words had come, voicing the very thoughts she had kept buried deep within. Her face suddenly felt hot, and she immediately fell silent.

It turned out that a major explosion had occurred at a well-known state-owned enterprise in Dongning City—the Dongning Linen Textile Factory.

Jin Li and Huo Yu had left Princess Slope. Though Jin Li said nothing, Huo Yu could sense that she had been dejected throughout the journey.

Suddenly striking the ground, three golden lightning bolts flashed consecutively upon their bodies, and three golden rings of light erupted outward from the brothers’ positions.

In an instant, the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate slightly, and the surrounding tree branches swayed even more violently, as if the mountain were about to collapse at any moment.

I stared blankly at Lirad, unable to answer. Perhaps this man loved no one—he did not love Heselin, and he certainly did not love me—yet, from beginning to end, he had pretended as if he loved me to the very marrow of his bones.

Qingwu’s heart sank rapidly into the depths of the lake along with her falling body. Was this it? Was she to face death once again? She had not yet had the chance to love, and now she was to depart? She could not bear it. It turned out that she had fallen in love with him without even realizing it, only to be on the verge of fading away the moment she discovered it... Such a life was cruelly, laughably absurd.