Chapter 51: Cannot Drink

"Wonderful, wonderful, we can finally live normal lives again."
"I can finally take a bath, sob... my clothes have been sour for dozens of days."
"I'm going to wash my hair, I've even got lice on my head."
"Wait, with this water, does that mean we won't have to buy water in the future?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the chattering crowd instantly fell silent once more, all looking toward Yu Jinzhen, who stood off to the side.
Yu Jinzhen said softly, "No..."

Recalling the words Yun Kongtian had spoken after they left that day, Ye Xing estimated that among those spies, the Spirit Sword Sect was likely one of them, though it remained unclear which faction had planted them there.
"Splendid. Yunquan, you have been taking charge of the drapery business for three years now, and this year has been your finest performance by far. Ha-ha!" Wan Shihao nodded, stroking his beard as he laughed heartily.
Time had arrived at a historical crossroads. Zhao Yuan, hailing from a later age, closely monitored the unfolding events. The decadent and corrupt lifestyle of the Later Shu court gave him not the slightest desire to intervene or influence the unification under the Great Song.
Qin Yu's reply completely caught them off guard. To state so bluntly that he was a genius—was that really appropriate?
"Brother? How long have I been asleep?" Qiu Yan asked, his voice entirely free of hoarseness, seemingly brimming with vitality.
The infighting among the five major sects had begun. Even the Fiery Flame Valley, which had not yet made a move, suffered assassinations whenever its elite disciples ventured outside.
If this Primordial Lord of Heaven was real, things would truly become immensely interesting. One would naturally want to figure out what kind of scheme he was plotting, perhaps even uncovering his ultimate purpose.
At that moment, at the foot of Flame Mountain, Chen Fan, accompanied by the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong, General Roller Blind Sha Wujing, Fairy Zixia, Mao Erliang, and Tang Seng, leisurely strolled along the official highway of Flame Mountain.
"Could it be that the oven is baking something delicious?" Luoluo's eyes lit up as she smiled and said. It had been quite a long time since she added anything new to her cookbook of delicacies.
We used to talk about Han Ting. Back then, you remarked that "she laughs a lot," and you were spot-on. Day in and day out, right in front of me, she would chat, laugh, joke, and horse around with her deskmate. We students sitting in the back weren't usually talkative, but with her arrival, the surrounding atmosphere truly became lively.
Mother Lü was in the midst of buying groceries when she came across a new vendor claiming to sell homegrown watermelons. After sampling a slice, she found it to be crisp, sweet, and, crucially, very affordable, so she bought several more. When the vendor offered free delivery, she readily accepted.
As they surged toward the entrance of the secret realm, some of the class professionals didn't forget to fiercely land a few blows on the members of the Frenzied Lion Guild enveloped in the smoke, venting the anger and resentment seething in their hearts.
The group dance competition was a resounding success. The first-place winner for the freshman year was Class 3, for the sophomore year was Class 6, and for the senior year was Class 5. Zhao Hui was overjoyed that her class had claimed first place in their grade for the group dance.
The tour guide told the tourists that Kunming Lake was shaped into a giant longevity peach by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty as a birthday gift to celebrate his mother's longevity.
Hearing this, the subordinate wore a conflicted expression, thinking to himself: If the boss wins, well and good, but what on earth should they do if he loses?
The crowd offstage became even more curious about what new trick Lu玄 had come up with this time, to the extent that he was even willing to forgo the money.
Xu Xuan took it, and in less than three breaths, he instantly grasped the functions of the thousands of parts, constructing the internal and external structures clearly within his mind. An immortal cultivator's mind differed from that of an ordinary person; while their calculations per second might not match the trillions of a computer, being human did not require mechanical computation.
Professor Zhou's three students were also present, though they had completely shed their previous arrogance, treating Lu Xuan with utmost respect. This was because the annotations Lu Xuan provided for the symbols on the Tiandang Mountain stele had thoroughly convinced them that he truly recognized those symbols.