Volume 1, Chapter 34: I am sorry, I am late.

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Although she is not yet a true disciple of the Yangxu Palace, she is still permitted to bathe there.
"That depends entirely on your intentions!" Yu Kun replied nonchalantly, appearing completely indifferent to what Lao Jiu might offer the Yu family.
"We saw nothing and heard nothing." Lei Yi's expression was one of absolute sincerity.
Following the order, a crack suddenly appeared in the previously smooth bluestone wall ahead. Then, a massive boulder, the size of a person, groaned and receded inward like a secret cellar door, revealing a dark, gloomy opening.
"Pour the oil!" Seeing the area below the walls transformed into a purgatory, pots of boiling oil were poured down from the battlements. The shielded swordsmen still scaling the walls were drenched in the scalding liquid and plummeted into the inferno below, causing the flames to roar even higher.
They spoke up beside him, offering a solemn reminder. If he could truly get to the bottom of the current situation, it would certainly be for the best, though the recent events seemed to have lost much of their utility; he had to think through everything else as well.
"What is it?" Ye Tianyi asked from behind, sounding strange. He peered nervously at his surroundings, but could not discern any signs of danger.
"My inspiration is still flowing. If I refine a few more furnaces, I might just take that final step. How can I wait another half-month? If I lose my inspiration and delay mastering the technique of the Knot-Spinning Pill because of this, who will bear the responsibility?" Xue Qi flicked his sleeve, looking determined to secure the herbs.
"It’s just that I have a very bad premonition..." Ou Hua said while pulling out his phone, turning on the flashlight to scan the area. Yet, everything that came into view carried an indescribable sense of familiarity.
The entire hall was constructed of golden stone, and even the faintest light was enough to illuminate the whole space.
"Young Master, it is getting late." Huan Niang poured a fresh cup of tea and said softly.
Qin Chi did not say much, merely telling him not to move, not to leave Yangzhou by a single step without the Emperor's decree, and to focus solely on managing his troops.
Looking further into the space, the room housing Du Zhong’s body suddenly zipped shut.
Su Ke walked to the tea table, picked up the kettle, and skillfully refilled Li Xiehua’s half-empty cup before bowing to him with great solemnity.
Zheng Donglin possessed Wood-Fire Spiritual Roots and, as a peak Golden Core cultivator, his control and understanding of fire were far beyond the ordinary.

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The old man was trembling with rage, the smile completely vanished from his chubby face, and he raised his leg, threatening to kick Mo Feng in the rear once more.
I looked at Honghong, nearly blurting out that her mother was truly ignorant and making a mess of things, but I reconsidered and kept it to myself; it would have been too impolite to speak that way.
I felt that his mother had it quite hard. Lei Zi’s father was from the Northeast, and his mother had married so far away to be with him. I thought back then that when I eventually married, I couldn't marry too far away, or I would miss my grandmother terribly.
Just as fear flooded his heart, his Saint-Mind cultivation had already been more than half depleted along with the fracturing of his mind power.
The young man in white was, of course, Lin Lang. He nodded without even lifting his eyes, keeping his gaze fixed on a jade pendant.
Jian Yaoyao grew increasingly alarmed as she looked on. Rubbing the torn half of the photo, she suddenly looked at Caicai and indeed discovered two threads of karma on the princess dress at her waist.
This mother paid so much attention to Lan Yankai that she discovered some truly remarkable details.
Just like that, no sooner had Zhang Xing entered the city than Bing Yuanzheng led two companies of three hundred soldiers out... However, as a precaution, the Great Leader Zhang hurriedly sent Wang Xiongtan to follow them.
This photo undoubtedly poked a hornet's nest, as the forum exploded again, with the entire internet screaming like groundhogs.
Li Chengdao shook his head helplessly. Li Shimin’s craving for the imperial throne exceeded his expectations; just for his recognition, Li Shimin was actually willing to die.
Regardless, with his own men positioned in every direction, Sima Jinda, the mastermind of today’s events, felt a renewed sense of confidence.
The crowd immediately felt the domineering aura of the school bully and scattered like birds and beasts, only to be called back by the bully again.
"Where would that happen? We are in Huaxia. Anyone in Huaxia who awakens an ability basically joins the Ninth Bureau, which has branches all over the country. I’ve never heard of anyone using their powers to stir up trouble. Today is the first time since joining the Ninth Bureau that I’ve handled a crisis event!" the sloth-like man explained.
But unfortunately, there is no perfect solution in this world. Since he had become this Immortal Lord, it would be difficult for a true King to be born.
The current Emperor was also deeply troubled by him, so at the age of ten, he was demoted to the Prince of Lingnan, kept far from Chang’an, where he remained a local scourge.

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When he saw Yang Zhi contemplating the World-Ending Blade Slash, a look of profound astonishment appeared in the eyes of the old man at the doorway.
Eh? This Nangong Mo, does he not know how to defend himself, just letting others bully him like this?
"Begin, child. Remember what I told you before we set off. Believe in yourself, relax, and forge ahead. I guarantee you will not fail." Wedell cheered him on.
Zeng Cankun’s expression changed abruptly. He had indeed had such a thought, but it wasn't intense, nor was it a meticulously designed scheme to deliberately offer money to Shen Lei; he had truly just wanted to escape.
Common medicinal herbs like Spirit-Origin Grass and Blood-Rattan Grass were things Li Yuanwei and the others now ignored.
This was a dark, gloomy mountain range, resembling a primeval jungle with ancient, towering trees. The range was sealed with a barrier to prevent the ferocious beasts within from escaping.
After Yang Youli finished speaking, he flicked his hand, and a seemingly rusted copper gong appeared in his palm.
"Should we use chopsticks to dip a little and let him taste it?" Zhao Yan suggested with great interest.
With the large trees no longer providing shade, the sunlight poured down intensely again, yet there was no sweltering heat, only a gentle warmth.
"Who is there?" No sooner had Han Yubing’s voice fallen than she walked out, as stunning and beautiful as ever, making it impossible for anyone to look away once they had seen her.
After the song was uploaded, everyone briefly moved their base of operations to Penguin Music before shifting again to Weibo.