Volume 1, Chapter 29: If You Like It, Buy It

Potato: "Is this really her first time at the market?"
Big Head: "I'm the one who's actually here for the first time!"
Iron Egg: "Good heavens, she made five point seven in one go! First time at the market and she makes five point seven right off the bat! She’s my big sister! My own big sister! From now on, if she tells me to go east, I’ll never go west!"
Of course, there were many others watching them from the surroundings, preventing them from suddenly breaking into the Purple Profound Palace.
I immediately turned my head and snatched at the air in front of me. At once, I saw a figure stop, her wrist caught right before my eyes—it was none other than Zhao Huan. Luo Si watched as Zhao Huan’s body slowly faded away before him, his expression shifting to one of utter despair.
Then, the old woman somehow subdued another one, and with the two combined, they passed through without obstruction.
Xia Chu invited Su Zhen to sit at the stone table in the courtyard, then excused herself to the kitchen under the pretense of boiling water for tea. She lit the straw paper and added firewood, the smoke from the stove stinging her eyes until they streamed with tears.
Ye Qing had just consumed a piece of the Demon-Swallowing Flower. The flower contained the power of the Demon Sect, and once inside his body, it would stimulate the Buddha Bone Sarira, drawing out the relic’s power. He wanted Huang Yunfeng and the others to see this Buddha Bone Sarira so that Huang Yunfeng would be wary and not dare to act rashly, thereby protecting those around him.
Pei Lang sighed inwardly. The Ming Qi royal family appeared shrewd, but their judgment was shortsighted. This youth was hiding his true depth, and his actions on the stage moments ago were certainly intentional. While he did not know the exact reason, if it wasn't to establish authority, then it must be linked to the royal family.
There is no smoke without fire; if Feng Jinghua were truly fine, why would others fabricate such rumors?
I don’t know how much more time passed before He Lan Ting finally stirred and woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at me gently.
Xia Chu was exhausted to the point of collapse, forced to grit her teeth and hold on. Xu Lu had spent most of this exchange on the defensive; seeing that he couldn't break through, he grew anxious and changed his tactics.
She also failed to notice that the members of the Zhu family had begun to "corrupt," transforming into "mortals" and "worldly people" with complex emotions and complex states of mind.
"What? A cruiser sunk by a German submarine in the North Sea? A torpedo!" The ambassador broke into a cold sweat, his drunkenness vanishing instantly.
A hint of indescribable, wicked charm played on the corner of the Heavenly Soul Saint’s mouth, and his eyes flickered with an inscrutable light.
Wen Liang forced herself to stand up and looked at her body. She was wearing the pajamas she had brought, and her lower body was clean; it was obvious that someone had cleaned her up after they were finished.
A few days later, Fu Lin’s troops arrived at Wancheng, the administrative seat of Nanyang. Because Yuan Shu feared that Dong Zhuo would send troops to attack him, he had long since led his forces to Chenliu to form an alliance with Yuan Shao. Nanyang Commandery remained Yuan Shu’s territory in name, but in reality, it was left ungoverned.
Her Laevateinn was also a legendary sword of victory. There were many legendary swords of victory, but the one in this young man's hand was the holy sword of humanity—the Sword of Promised Victory.
As they were thinking this, they reached the first floor. Mu Liao helped Chen Zhu drag the luggage out, and the two headed toward the entrance of Unit 3. Just as they were waiting for the elevator, someone came down; when the elevator door opened, the expressions of those inside were somewhat subtle.
However, nothing would be strange in this world. As the one among them who understood the reality of the world best, Dream knew that the fundamental laws of this world were never those so-called rules, but the perception of the author.
All he could do was remain confident and persistent. Azure of the Firmament—damn it, the name sounded intimidating enough to be mentioned in the same breath as the Purple Dragon Scepter. Although they were on different levels, it had completely caught him off guard.