Volume 1, Chapter 34: How Dare One Shrink from Anxious Toil (Part 1)

Looking through the glass wall, one sees a dense forest of towering trees. They are nothing but straight, endless trunks, leaving Jingyi to wonder: do these stems culminate in mushroom-like canopies of green leaves? Perhaps they are like upright coconut trees or the palms found along the coast.

The man is, in truth, quite handsome, possessing striking eyebrows and eyes; yet, long-term indulgence in wine and women has left him frail and sickly, a mere shell of a man.

"Yes, yes," Liu Xie replied, nodding hastily. Wang Yue’s fate moments ago served as a grim warning, and Liu Xie had no intention of repeating his mistake.

Wanyan Liang knew she was exhausted, so he simply excused her from all morning greetings and issued orders that she should not be disturbed unless necessary.

Luo Yiyi and Nangong Jin glared at each other, while Nangong Yu, wishing to mediate, found himself at a loss for words.

Hu Ye was no easy target; with a series of backflips, she deftly evaded the python’s strike.

Wu Ai narrowed his eyes as he watched the former king, Aike. The madness was gone, replaced by a gentle, warm gaze fixed upon the crowd.

The note contained only one line: "Lead the troops to arrive at the Wuan mountain pass and wait for your lord." Wang Si stared at the paper, his mind swirling with agitation.

The Emperor had not yet set down his teacup, his eyes already burning with fury. He was about to rebuke the audacious maidservant, but he froze.

"If that is the case, why do you hate him so much? And what does this have to do with Mu Qi?" Ji Shen asked in a murmur.

Chen Qi brandished his sickle, which pulsed with multicolored laws of power. With a single slash, a blade of energy a hundred miles long swept across the horizon. Moreover, intense heat radiated from his body, melting away the frigid air as if the sun had just risen, turning the falling snow into the warmth of midsummer.

"I dare not," Situ Zhaoyuan said helplessly. Forced to kneel, he suppressed the fury in his heart and bowed his head, saying nothing more.

Everyone was in complete agreement, signaling for Mbappe to lock the channel onto the live broadcast of the match between Real Madrid and Bayern Munich.

The man, who had been holding Su Lingge’s hand, suddenly shifted his grip. Before she could react, he gently pressed his hands onto her shoulders. His face, accompanied by labored breathing, drew closer and closer until it stopped just inches from her cheek.

"This is merely an expedient measure." The implication was that there was no other choice; even if she were unwilling, she had to struggle on.

The setting sun cast a slanting light, bathing the grasslands in a crimson glow, turning the entire plain as red as blood.

This explanation was, in truth, meant to comfort Su Lingge. As she stood now, like a living corpse struggling on the brink of death, perhaps the gift of a glimmer of hope would allow her to go on living.

Within the "dark clouds," several experts at the Transformation God stage, though fully occupied with the monsters they faced, were still keeping a watchful eye on one another.

"Wang Jun, I have no feelings for you whatsoever, so I hope you give up this idea. My father may have agreed to this, but I do not." Hu Huo gritted her teeth, her fingers trembling.

The news of Situ Yongling’s disappearance had been making waves for days, and Murong Luolan was naturally aware of it. In fact, she had known even before Beichen Haoxuan.

"Not quite. You will be better prepared then than you are now, but there will still be many unforeseen circumstances." Shangguan Jie tossed the coin Chen Junxiang had just set aside back to him, gesturing for the process to begin again, right where they had just stopped.

"Begin," Xue Chongsheng commanded. The soldier drew a large white axe, while Xue Qianhuan gripped his Holy Radiance Spirit Cloud Sword tight. As his aura surged, revealing his cultivation at the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm, Xue Chongsheng felt a pang of surprise. His cultivation had risen by a level in a mere three days, yet what Xue Qianhuan lacked was not power, but the art of combat.

The line between genius and madness seems thin indeed. How does one get along with a creature of multiple personalities? The more one thinks about it, the more troublesome it becomes; it is better to take things one step at a time.

The tavern keeper’s taste was truly unique; he must be a man who seeks to be unconventional. Such people are usually fond of excitement and are profoundly selfish.

Among those present, besides the current Mi Fu, there was only one other peak-stage Alchemy Transformation expert—the middle-aged man whose spiritual consciousness had been rattled by Yu Yanglin earlier. He flicked his sword finger.

Deeply hidden were countless classics and infinite techniques. There were seventy-two known Imperial-grade secret skills alone, and rumors told of absolute arts that surpassed even those, offering the deepest insights into the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

The old gentleman had already collected more than half of the Ghost Clan’s blood; once he finished, that would be the moment he set out.

The current Emperor of the Jin Kingdom was nothing more than a puppet. This was an open secret known to all under heaven, yet left unsaid. Power resided with the noble clans; after all, it was these families that had allowed their great-grandfather to survive in the south without being wiped out. Naturally, it was they who held the final say.

Ke Han felt a lingering fear. Fortunately, he had made ample preparations. He knew that he was prone to drunkenness at the mere scent of alcohol, yet after his preparations, he had managed to be so imposing? He felt surprised and incredulous himself.

If he were merely an ordinary man living a peaceful life, accepting Shi Yuru and bringing her back to Shanbei would have been nothing—nothing that couldn't be explained.

The profits could be described as astronomical; as long as one made the exchange, one made a fortune. There was no trade more lucrative than exchanging raw materials for finished goods.

Ma Kai lowered his head, not wanting anyone to see his expression, and no one could know what he was thinking at that moment.

"No, no." I steadied my nerves and said, "Sister-in-law..." I used that title in hopes that she would be mindful of her position. Yet, my mind refused to obey, inexplicably drifting back to the past.