Volume 1, Chapter 27: Objects of Shame

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This situation weighed heavily on Lu Tianxiang’s mind, for the decision had been his own, and he would be responsible for all the consequences that followed.
Within the second floor, many of the essential principles behind the martial techniques and arts were so profound that they rivaled the spiritual or even king-tier manuals.
Yet, there was no way to bridge the gap now; his avatar and his true self were thousands of miles apart, making the sharing of cultivation impossible.
With no other choice, he waited at the entrance of the cave. Since this cave belonged to her and her home was nearby, he thought perhaps he might run into her—no, he should say, he firmly believed he would run into her. Hadn't their first meeting taken place right here?
Lu Tianxiang did not have his sword with him, so he was currently facing Jie Yuan unarmed. It was undeniable that Lu Tianxiang was no match for Jie Yuan in terms of raw strength, but if they were to compare speed, Jie Yuan would have cause for worry.
However, if he did not let it go, it would be tantamount to slighting the face of the Second Young Master Su. That was a secondary concern, though; a mere young master of the Su Clan was not enough to make Marquis Luo feel apprehensive.
Just as he was on guard, one of the older soldiers in silver armor grinned at Wu Hao, revealing a set of cold, gleaming teeth.
After calling out for a long time to ask Li Bing how to proceed, Li Bing slowly opened his mouth and said to Zhao Jie, "Apply this blood to my wound, then use the meat of a rooster to wipe the wound repeatedly. Doing this three times will suffice."
It was not the golden medallion of the Consort Ming, but the imperial token of Emperor Zhao. The row of guards was instantly terrified, kneeling in unison to let them pass.
"I don’t know either; perhaps it was an accident," Qiu Xuan said. Although Qiu Xuan had been trapped for several years, his strength had grown by leaps and bounds—all things considered, this was not such a bad thing. After four years of diligent practice every day, he had reached the realm of the Nine Heavens; such a reward was more than enough.
From the moment he saved her, there was only him in her heart! Yet, for the sake of revenge, she had to abandon him, willing to become a hidden stake at his side—a pawn to be deployed at any moment, ready to die for him.
She checked the time; it was only one in the morning. After she finished eating, she would boil water, striving to wash away the black grime on her body before dawn.
As she spoke, she flicked her mouse. Lacking any crowd-control skills, she unexpectedly turned around and rushed toward Yue Zhaozhao.

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Having just awakened, Yuichi Che exuded a sense of detachment that made Su Yunqing feel as though he were a stranger.
"This is all her own doing! Just have her betrothed to that... that Zhang Sanyuan!" Lin Hai huffed twice and made his decision on the spot.
Lin Ning had just peeled off the skin when she couldn't wait to take a big bite; the unique, delicate fragrance of the sweet potato filled her mouth.
Pah, pah, pah! What is wrong with me? Gu Ling’er rolled her eyes at herself. How could I think of that "pig-skin" and that "cold-faced zombie"? Could it be that I’ve been with him too long and caught his poison?
Chu Yunyao curled up into Qin Changge’s chest, unwilling to emerge. Her muffled voice echoed in the empty room. "Yunyao, I cannot bear to see you shed tears for me. Everything about you is a treasure to me." Qin Changge placed a hand on Chu Yunyao’s back, patting her gently.
However, Qin Changge’s recent actions had clearly touched the last shred of dignity of the Qingcheng Sect. After all, for a sect with a thousand-year history to be reduced to such poverty—who could bear it?
To settle the matter once and for all and shake off the Emperor’s entanglement, Ye Min devised a plan: to perform a "golden cicada casting off its shell," faking death to escape.
Since then, despite having countless opportunities to tell Yan Feijue the "truth," he was so obsessed with Xue Rongrong that no one dared to speak it.
Xue Qin’s zither melody was directed at Bieli, causing him inevitable agitation. In that split second, Duan Lang’s situation turned from danger to safety, allowing him to leap out of the killing radius of the Bieli Hook and land in a place of absolute safety.
The waning moon hangs on the sparse paulownia tree; the water clock stops, and the world is quiet. Who sees the recluse walking alone? A lonely, ethereal wild goose shadow. Startled, he turns his head, harboring regrets that no one understands. He picks through all the cold branches but refuses to perch, lonely in the cold of the sandbar.
Before the words had faded, a strange sound came from Xia Xinyun’s left ear, and then there was silence.
After dinner at Commander Wang’s house, Zhou Ning and the others sat quietly in the side hall. Commander Wang tactfully avoided them, and before he left, Qin Changsheng signaled that he could take Ye Ruan with him.
The believers fled in every direction; tables were kicked over, cushions trampled, and doors knocked off their hinges. The grand hall of hundreds of people instantly fell into total chaos.

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A youth with a lewd smile on his face, who was slowly putting on his suit, pulled out his wallet, drew out a bank card, and tossed it directly onto the bed before sauntering out.
In addition, Qiao Wei explained many agricultural planting methods—what crops to plant in what soil, when to sow, when to remove pests, when to weed, when to harvest, and how to harvest them.
It turned out that Bieli’s master, the Moon-Gazing Fairy Chang Xiangyu, had once met and fallen in love with Duan Lang while he was wandering the world.
"Fine, fine, fine! I agree, won’t that do? Five it is. I’ll count this as my loss," Duan Zuan raised his hands in surrender, saying with some helplessness.
This time, Cheng Yaojin adjusted his black gauze cap, straightened his crimson python robe, tightened his gold-inlaid jade belt, exited the palace, mounted his carved saddle, and led four of his house guards away from Muyang City, traveling all the way to Mount Helan.
"Nonsense! How could the Clan Head let you come to the Northwest!" Dugu Kaiyuan’s firm eyebrows rose, his face full of disbelief.
Jinglan City was originally a great city in Jingzhou. The Jinglan River, one of the six rivers of the Lan, flowed around the city. The designer of the city had a sudden inspiration, drawing in tributaries to arrange three vertical and three horizontal water systems within the city, adding a touch of southern charm to this great northern city.
Unqi turned his head in curiosity. He took a careful look at the figure and couldn't help but be incensed, for the one squatting there was the Demon Mother Xiluo, draped in burlap sacks.
A month ago, the fusion energy required for the upgrade was already sufficient, and all that had been done in the past few days was to let the fusion energy upgrade.