Volume 1, Chapter 30: Jiang Ruozhen Reaps What She Sowed

After all, they had been played for fools, and with the village suffering such heavy losses from the surprise attack, the militia squad could not shirk its responsibility.

She only now realized how formidable Chu He was. With wide, glistening eyes, she gazed at him in utter admiration, insisting that Brother Chu He tell her exactly how he had driven off those detestable government soldiers.

While Zhao Tianming and Feng Qibo both enjoyed a promising start, unexpectedly, Zheng Zhanle’s attempt ended in failure.

There was no other choice but to press forward; even if the ghost mist lay ahead, they had to bite the bullet and charge through.

The other fellow disciples gathered around, their faces grave as they watched the scene unfolding on the water screen.

However, Xiao Ling had put in tremendous effort to prepare for this auction. At such a critical juncture, he naturally could not allow any unexpected complications, which was why he had not acted immediately.

But when he saw the spoils of war he had gathered from looting the corpses, his back no longer ached, his legs felt no more numbness, and his head stopped spinning entirely.

Ever since he returned to the Central Plains, he had harbored the ambition of unifying the martial arts world and bending it to his will, yet due to the lack of opportunity, he had never truly understood this realm of wanderers. Hua Liuyu’s words were, to him, like a sudden awakening.

Taking advantage of a lull, he produced a bottle of elixir, swallowing one pill himself and giving another to Jin Yushuang. After consuming the medicine, their spirits improved significantly. Although the battle had become three against two, they were no longer at a disadvantage.

Lin Wei pulled two pitch-black magic stones from his waist and pressed them against the transparent energy barrier.

Though Princess Luega was filled with worry, after taking only a few bites, she decided that even if she were to be scolded by the Queen Mother, it would be worth it; the food at the Gourmet Tower was truly exceptional.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Xiao Hemin suddenly leaped up and retreated into the corner of the bed, refusing to give Yan'er any chance to touch him.

However, the magic potion Master Liao was attempting to concoct this time seemed truly extraordinary, requiring precise control over magical output.

At this moment, she had no choice but to rely on all she had recently learned, gathering every ounce of strength into her palms. Then, bracing herself for the internal damage to her organs, she prepared to perish alongside her tormentor.

"Then what about me? What am I in your heart?" Lu Bugu asked, heartbroken.

Zhang Ran believed that the mercenary would not dare to lie now, provided he could withstand Cold-Blooded’s interrogation techniques.

This terrified Yan'er. What was happening? Could the wolf have suffered a sudden heart attack and died?

Whether it was the Emperor or Qiao Yuyan, everyone leaned in, staring fixedly at the white jade bowl and the drop of blood within it.

"It’s just a matter of Liu Yan. Are you giving up or still pursuing her? Do you have any plans? Come, let’s talk it over, Brother Yan," Yan Chao said leisurely, lighting a cigarette. The dormitory was already small, and a single cigarette filled it with a thick, choking haze.

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The heavy iron staff, tipped with an iron ball, pressed down so hard that the fisherman's eyes bulged, clearly gasping for air as his hands clawed aimlessly at the iron rod, trying to break free.

One only had to look at the condition of Liu Da and the others to know that if they didn't stop in time, they would soon become three more mummified corpses.

After calling his grandfather as well, Lu Beiyuan immersed himself in researching materials on prenatal depression.

Zhan Beixing felt a pang of heartache for Su Xiaoji; hearing what the shamaness Su said, it seemed Xiaoji had been left with a lingering illness after suffering so much.

In an era where parents had neither the heart, the patience, nor the time to reason with you.

At the same time, Palu grabbed two black-clad bodyguards by the head and slammed them fiercely against the wall, leaving two indentations.

And this maturity and stability, Dai Jia could see in Yu Nian—and very clearly at that. There were moments when she felt that beneath Yu Nian’s not-yet-twenty-year-old body resided a wise and seasoned soul.

He let out a sinister laugh and swiped a finger to the side, unleashing a sharp blade of wind that slashed open the head of a Neo Marine.

The broken chains previously knocked down by Urouge began to vibrate, rapidly merging on the ground like a spider web. The moment they tightened, they bound his body, forming a shackle around his neck.

At this moment, what troubled Lin Yang and Danchenzi was not the chicken-bird before them, but a dangerous aura encroaching from outside the side hall.

Back when Sun Xinhua was around, they had behaved themselves, but now that he was gone, they had begun to act recklessly.

When he returned to the Spirit Creek Mist Forest years later, the forest had already vanished, and he saw neither Qiu Jingyu nor the Nameless One, the Thirty-Six Mist and Rain, or the Seventy-Two Floating Fates.

A five-meter-long table, unseen for a long time, spanned the doorway, covered with a white cloth. In just half an hour, Wang Fu had changed into a dark blue suit with a deep red bow tie, rolled up his sleeves with measured movements, and lit the long white candles on the table.

Shui Qing pouted, looking aggrieved: "Fine, everything I do is wrong. It was a waste of time to worry about you. From now on, even if you burn the house down, I won't care." Who could have guessed that her careless remark would ultimately become a self-fulfilling prophecy?

The Gale Grassland was vast, spanning eight thousand li. After Su Wanchen arrived at the Gale Grassland, he flew toward its depths.

A faint blush appeared on Yu Zhouwan’s usually expressionless face; she felt that she might have been bullying the "old, weak, sick, and disabled" Vibrant faction a bit too much.

Cao Yu'an was taken aback, for in the next moment, he reached out and gripped my shoulders: "What do you mean?" A flame danced in his eyes, radiating a scorching heat.

Although Su Wanchen's words were baseless, they were worth a try, for if they tried, there might be a glimmer of hope, but if they didn't, they were finished.

However, with Elder Cheng the Third having filed this complaint, there was no fear of the Tian family playing any tricks regarding the tribute ink next year.

Later, something seemed to have happened to that group of people, and only half of them returned. After that incident, instructions came from above to slow down the pace of research. It was because of this that Han Zitong had been able to catch her breath and return to Beijing; otherwise, she might still be in the Jinsha Cave at this very moment.

"Grandfather, how can the ink workshop resolve this? That was pine wood that Ninth Great-Uncle traded his life for; we can't just let the Tian family take it for nothing," Zhenniang said indignantly.