Volume One, Chapter 83: Rebellion

Shen Ci already had a bad feeling in her heart, but at this moment she naturally had to steadfastly pretend she knew nothing. As it turned out, Zhang Yiman was just playing around; her views on sex were quite liberal, and she assumed Kuishan was the same, that he too was just playing around and shared her modern ideas about sex.

Li Ying was clever, but to be honest, like Chen Zheng, she was not particularly skilled in business. However, when Li Ying expressed a desire to enter the business world, Chen Zheng naturally supported her unconditionally; after all, it was rare for Li Ying to have a chance to change her mind—when else if not now should he show his support?

This extravagant lifestyle was spreading throughout the various villages and towns, leaving many villagers and townsfolk stunned. It was the first time they realized that the wealthy in the county lived in such a manner.

The conversation between Chen Zheng and Chen Xi in the soul space had no effect on the outside world; no one else knew that Chen Zheng and Chen Xi were even capable of this! Even Luo Jiani, whose mental strength was formidable, hadn’t discovered this fact.

Recently, Jincheng had been with her every day; if he couldn’t come home for lunch even once, she would feel an emptiness in her heart.

“Don’t try to provoke me; it won’t work.” The monk, of course, understood Jiang Chao’s meaning, but seeing how much Jiang Chao wanted to know, he could only open his mouth to explain.

Chen Zheng, who had been labeled a savior, had no idea what had happened on the Starry Sky after he left. At this moment, he stared in utter shock at the scene before him.

“Thank you, brother!” Tang Zixi, who had long been starving, didn’t refuse, but bowed her head and eagerly took the flatbread, biting into it at once. She ate so quickly, and the bread was so dry, that she nearly choked herself in the process.

She insisted on Armani clothes because the brand was well-known and recognized by many people—only that way could she earn more of the power born from others’ envy.

Xiao Ai shook her head; she hadn’t even changed her posture. I knew that at this moment, any movement would bring her pain. What she needed was a sense of security, not sleep.

“Not yet. I can’t just leave Xia Wanting behind. I have to wait until her wounds heal before I go,” I mumbled softly to myself.

It was nearing noon, and everyone had logged off for lunch. Only a few people remained on the plain, still busy with their work.

“Are you journalists? Sorry, we don’t accept interviews.” Tilia stepped forward, glanced at them, and spoke.

Within the Dragon Chant Sect, Tu Mo, who had just made a bet with Mu Yuan, now looked ashen, his face dark with humiliation at the result.

I gasped for breath, my eyes filling with blood. I desperately tried to recall what Xiao Ai had said to me the previous night, but I couldn’t remember a thing. It only felt as if she were still in my arms, her intoxicating scent lingering all around me.

Cheng Haian’s words made sense. Gong Yao had thought about it, but perhaps because of their blood ties, he kept wanting to approach Lu Yichen, and so neglected Cheng Haian’s concerns.

“What’s going on?!” Lang Zhan wondered to himself, instinctively checking the firearms on his body.

Hiruda, inheriting Odin’s wisdom, knew a thing or two, so she wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Ruoxi, Ruoxi.” He murmured her name in a near-dreamlike whisper, a simple chant, gentle and soft, as though he wanted to wrap her in the world’s finest cotton and still, no words of love could ever be enough.

As the two joked and prepared to set off, they unexpectedly ran into someone Wei Sa really didn’t want to see.

Infusing internal energy at this point would only make Xing Zhuo more alert, stimulating his nerves and intensifying his pain.

“Damn, did you let someone else have you? Did you sell yourself? No wonder you have two hundred thousand.” Dong Jun gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Ye Shiqin. Fury surged in his heart—it wasn’t the first time. Damn it, who dared to take what I had first claimed?

But disappointment was useless; he could only comfort himself. Since he’d succeeded once, a second time wasn’t far off. Next time, he would surely connect to a world that truly suited him.

The scent of osmanthus filled the garden, intoxicating in its sweetness. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance everywhere, creating a scene of incomparable beauty.

The brownish-grey mountainside quickly melted into flowing magma. Jing Hong spat blood in great gulps, his arms shattered, the black membrane ruptured, his face and body covered in blood, one leg broken in two. Yet he refused to give up, struggling with his back against the mountain, trying to stand.

“Mm…” Xiong Xiaobai, afraid of ruining her face mask, only parted her lips slightly to make a sound, using it as a greeting to her mother.

Xianyue trembled all over. Now, she no longer had the heroic spirit she once possessed when she first arrived in the capital of the Great Qi. She had already been conquered by the Han people here.

“Very well, I’ll have Aunt Zhang prepare your favorite Korean food tonight. You must be tired of eating French cuisine every day!” Feng said with a smile.

Yi Yi sat at her desk, a notebook with a grid pattern before her, recording the knowledge she had just learned.

Seated in the grand chair, Chief Tu had held high office for many years, his status in the empire’s power structure second to none. Now, he too was silent, his gaze distant, a faint light flickering across his eyes.

Logging into WeChat, Jiang Yuan sent Yan Mosheng the hotel’s name and address. After a moment’s thought, she added her floor and room number—not, of course, because she wanted him to move in with her.

“Your Majesty, I went through so much trouble to hatch them. Can’t those five be my reward?” The Phoenix Clan’s Grand Elder bargained.

“Senior brother, you mustn’t harm my disciple again,” the Carefree One said, spinning his sword in his hand.

“Tu’er, don’t underestimate Old Third Xie. Let him try matching the first drawing,” Prince Xiaoyao curled his thin lips in a mocking smile and looked at Shui Furong.

“Are you kidding me? I, Shen Feng, can reach the heavens and burrow into the earth. A few weeds won’t stop me!” Shen Feng declared with a proud air, pounding his chest. Shui Furong glanced at Feng Manlou, conceding in the end.