Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Golden Egg

However, to save the immortal ginseng, it must be removed from the waterfall.
Zhaoyan cast his gaze around, finally letting it rest on a half-man-high stone platform.
As a God of Tiangang, he attained divinity through the path of solar thunder, and among all solar thunders, the thunder of Tiangang possessed the densest primordial yang energy.
After waiting a moment longer, suddenly their phones rang. The phones of both Han Wei and Elder Qiu went off simultaneously, a sound that filled them both with extreme tension.
After Du Yao finished speaking, Brother Jiu smiled and then said to her, "Zhang Xiao has gone out to temper himself through experience. He is fine, you don't need to worry."
Yet Buli never had any reservations when speaking; she always said whatever came to her mind without the slightest hesitation.
"Former leader, to be honest, there is something I have wanted to say for a long time, but I never dared to utter it. Today, emboldened by the wine, I will finally speak my mind," Lu Song said.
"Do you mean that we should launch a series of anti-corruption campaigns to strike down a number of corrupt officials, and then use institutional frameworks to gradually build an honest and highly efficient government?" Gu Minglan asked.
"I can't hold it, I have to go to the restroom." With that, I asked Luo Cheng to pull the car over to the side for a moment, because there happened to be a public restroom right across the street.
President Chen felt somewhat pleased at this sight, but precisely at this moment, Lin Zheng approached. Seeing this, President Chen hurriedly stood up and made way. Since Ximen Jinlian had not yet spoken, and he had already finished looking it over, there was no reason for him to occupy the spot and refuse others the chance to inspect the rough stone.
A fierce roar erupted. First enveloped by Ying Tian's flames, the blood-horned bat had not yet fully broken free before it was met by a chilling ice dragon, which coiled around it and trapped it within its grasp.
After the Tujue grand army arrived outside Yuan City, Qibi Khan gave the order to pitch camp. Looking out from the ramparts of Yuan City, one could see the enemy banners resembling a vast sea and campfires stretching continuously for dozens of li. This demonstrated that the Tujue army's strength surpassed any previous southern invasion.
As for the Tang soldiers who had been cowering beneath the city wall, every single one of them was frightened to the point of turning as pale as paper, believing that a divine thunderbolt had been cast down by the heavens.
"Rest assured, I will protect your clansmen for you," Li Daniang said, turning her gaze toward the person who had stabbed her to death with a sword. She saw that this figure had no head, with its breasts serving as eyes and its navel as a mouth, holding a saber in its left hand and an axe in its right.
Yang Xuangan, however, burst into hearty laughter at this moment. He had intended to send men to capture Fan Yuan, the supervisor of Liyang Granary, after entering the city, but never expected that this fellow would deliver himself right to his doorstep. If he captured this man, he would learn the password and defensive loopholes of the Liyang Granary garrison, allowing him to take the granary with effortless ease.
Hearing this, Li Ning also felt that Zhang Yingying's words were irrefutable. On the path of cultivation, one must rely on one's own destiny—how could there be any room for pity?
Guo Siming pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, extracted one, and placed it between his lips. After lighting it, he took a deep drag and blew the smoke directly into Yang Lefan's face. "What the hell are you laughing at? I despise ghost-like smiles like yours more than anything else in the world." With that, he raised his police baton and brought it down toward Yang Lefan's back.
Yang Lefan was fiercely competitive and would never allow his prey right under his eyes to slip away time and again. A misunderstanding was just a misunderstanding; it was no big deal. A straight foot is not afraid of a crooked shoe. Treading lightly, he made his way toward the window.
"You are not allowed to call me princess. From now on, just call me Ying'er, I love hearing that," Leng Qingying said softly, her eyes brimming with gentleness.
Although Zhou Chu had threatened to deport them back then, he had been far too busy with matters at hand, so the threat amounted to mere talk and was soon forgotten.
Leng Wuchen put down his chopsticks, walked over to sit beside Lin Hanxi, and said gently, "It is of no consequence. Doubtless, she was simply too arrogant and looked down on everyone; she brought this upon herself." As he spoke, he tenderly pulled Lin Hanxi into his embrace, his eyes full of deep affection and doting care.