Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Lowly Concubine

The newcomer was a man of some years, perhaps in his late forties, with a haggard face and nervous eyes. As the heavy doors slammed shut, Rioting climbed down from the roof and waited at the edge of the plaza. Galadan followed him, a look of concern etched on his face; it was clear he worried that Rioting might do something foolish.

Ensuring no one was around, Jing Hua stood in the center of the lawn. With his body relaxed and his focus turned inward, he began to meditate and visualize.

Kurumi casually pulled a key from her storage ring—an extraordinary item she had exchanged for twenty reincarnation points.

Then there was Di Xin, currently undergoing his heavenly tribulation. Hou Tu found it impossible to ignore him. Though she was dedicated to reviving the Wu clan and wary of dragging them into the chaotic conflicts of the Primordial World—fearing it would damage the vitality they had only just begun to recover—seeing Di Xin on the verge of attaining the Primordial Realm made her heart ache with the urge to intervene.

Following the gaze of Robi, who stared intensely at the wretched prisoners, Vilen Macen gave a cold nod.

"Are you all right?" Gao Jiuding looked the winged tiger up and down. Only after finding nothing amiss did he finally set his mind at ease.

Allegri sat upright, and Resko and Starbuck immediately grew tense. They feared that the hot-tempered red-bearded dwarf might lunge at Brussick because of this public threat.

Outside the Grand Theater, a long banner hung, listing all the sponsors for the competition.

"Four Tigers," Huang Liuzi gestured. The last of the four sturdy men behind him walked over. He remained silent, but at some point, a mobile phone had appeared in his hand, which he handed to Huang Liuzi with a respectful and composed demeanor.

"Why don't you ask anything? If you don't ask, how do you expect me to tell you?" Yanyu bit her lip.

Sissina giggled, reached beneath Yukiyo, and drew out a white handkerchief. In its center was a circle of bright red blood, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She had misunderstood—a deep, profound misunderstanding of him. And what He Ziming had to do now was to resolve the misunderstanding Yun Xi held against him.

"Your, Your Highness..." The two maidservants, who had been so aggressive just a moment ago, now turned pale, their bodies trembling like sieves.

"Everything feels great, except for your big chest—that's just annoying," Yukiyo retorted, teasing Sissina’s ample bosom.

His heart felt as though it had been soaked in brine; the events of last night were still vivid in his mind. Si Zhe was so sensible—why did he have to suffer from such a disease? He was the one who had sown the seeds of disaster; if there was to be retribution, it should fall upon him, not his son.

"Don't worry about others," Xing'er said. "Qin Han is a foreman, after all, and Wei Lianghong is counting on him to curry favor with the superiors, so he won't punish him. As for your chores, Qin Han has already handed them over to someone else. Just rest well today."

The Li Consortium was planning to push inland from West Africa starting next year. Ha, just as they were nodding off, someone had handed them a pillow.

Perhaps it was because his performance had always been too perfect, so perfect that everyone had completely deified him.

This stock solution had a super-recovery effect on Heroic Spirits and was incredibly expensive. Usually, it would be diluted before use, yet Tian Yuan was using a highly concentrated version.

After finishing these tasks and looking up at the sky, it seemed as if day never arrived; the stars always filled the heavens. Once night fell, Secretary Liu Lan was usually the only one by his side. Later, Liu Lan would return to rest and recuperate, while Jiang Yun would go off alone to tend to his two acres of experimental fields.

Jiang Yun had already sent them flying, and as the crowd of onlookers grew, Long Aotian and Luo Tianning sighed inwardly, knowing that under these circumstances, it was impossible to kill Jiang Yun by force.

Of course, Yun Qingxue, Yi Shuiyue, and the others were not far behind, each having improved their own strength accordingly.

Cultivators live much longer than mortals, especially those who have survived for a very long time; they often develop strange, or even perverse, psychological quirks.

"Deep-sea trolls and dragon turtles. It generally takes a thousand years for them to grow that large," Huang Yi evaluated in his sea of consciousness.

As it stood, with Long Chen’s current wealth, purchasing a batch of high-quality True Martial Stones to break through successfully was not actually difficult.

Upon hearing Wu Wuyi’s words, Su Yang was overjoyed and immediately explained the current situation, focusing heavily on the array.

When Abu came to call him, Jiang Yun wouldn't get up, remaining sprawled on the dirty ground; when Liu Jing'er came to call, it was the same.

Emperor Yongchen did not dwell on such things, for they had an indescribable father; none of the brothers held much reverence for imperial power. What of it if he was the Emperor? Could an Emperor not make a grave mistake? And if he made a grave mistake, shouldn't he die? Were others not allowed to speak of it?

A gentleman does not indulge his own likes and dislikes. Mo Li always saw himself as a "person," with normal preferences, and a normal person’s preferences clearly do not involve killing someone just because they overheard a few words.

When the name was first proposed, both Guan Yunshan and Yuan Lingqi’s eyes lit up. They felt there could be no name more fitting, and they decided on it immediately.

The dragon vein of Flying Crane Mountain finally understood the advantage of being large. If it were a goshawk, it could simply circle high in the sky while guiding the way. The higher it flew, the further it could see, and it wouldn't have to work so hard; it wouldn't have been so easy for that Xiliang man to wound its wing.