Volume 1, Chapter 25: How He Longed for Mother to Feed Him

Qu Hanzhi ultimately arrived too late. By the time he reached Furui Lane, Qu Pan had already departed.

Mama Liu, who remained behind to recover from her injuries, informed him, "The young mistress has gone to the righteous cemetery."

Qu Pan had personally executed the murderer responsible for the deaths of Qiao’er and the others. Although the vengeance was only half-reaped and the mastermind remained at large, the bodies could not be left for long and needed to be laid to rest.

Qu Hanzhi rushed to the cemetery, only to find Qu Pan had already left for the graveyard. By the time he reached the graveyard, she had returned to Furui Lane, retrieved her luggage, and set off for Fu County.

Too much had transpired in the few short days since her return. Qu Pan intended to trace things back to the root, to find the midwife from those years and confirm the identity of that child. As long as her child was still alive, her hatred and resentment could...

To be honest, I truly could not tell which face was Bai Ziqiu’s real one.

As he pondered this, he steered his flying sword forward, gradually approaching that glint of green. The closer he got, the clearer his spiritual sense became; he could finally discern that inside the lotus leaves lay the Nine-Turn Lotus Heart.

Having said this, he bid farewell to Matchmaker Li once more and led San’er toward the shop.

Zhou Zixu pulled out a chair, stretched out his legs, and leaned back, staring at the table full of dishes, though he felt not a hint of appetite.

Many of the items previously stored had vanished, absorbed or transformed during the process of fusion and evolution; for instance, the courtyard had been integrated into the current garden.

The wild fruit tasted somewhat like a green apple—tart and sweet. Upon closer inspection, it was likely a type of wild apple.

After seeing off the last student on cleaning duty, Meng Chuyue locked the doors and windows of the building and returned to the fruit shop.

During the first few days of recovery, he had been focused on healing, but once he understood the situation here, a sense of emptiness and boredom began to wash over him.

He dared not think any further; the more he thought, the more terrified he became. He lay there on the bamboo bed, his life hanging in the balance—what was the use of dwelling on those things? Besides, no matter how hard he tried, he could not force his eyes open, though thankfully, his hearing remained unaffected.

Under the arrangements of Taiyi and Jimeng, the demon race operated in an orderly fashion, with various sacrificial offerings neatly displayed.

Suddenly, a figure in black appeared—it was Shanshan, who had been lurking on the rafters. She did not know which enemy this perverted Crown Prince had offended to warrant an assassination tonight, but it was a perfect opportunity to rescue them.

The garrison troops under Wu Min followed suit; with their leader dead, what point was there in fighting? They cast down their weapons, knelt, and waited to be taken into custody.

He hurriedly asked what third-rate and fourth-rate experts were like. Youjian explained that they were far superior to the men of Liangshan; Lin Chong and Lu Junyi could be considered fifth or sixth-rate at best, while the likes of Yan Qing and Li Kui could barely be called seventh or eighth-rate.

"Tell me... whatever else you know, tell it all. You are a dying man anyway." Song Ting’s mouth curled into a cold smirk, his expression detached and indifferent.

What did this mean? Who could predict such a contingency? If it truly happened, how would one explain it?

Wei Daqian exchanged a look, and the two burly men by the door drew their steel blades and walked toward Zhao Fan with grimaces.

The authors often regarded this person as the ultimate boss behind the scenes; none knew what they looked like.

A few days later, Young Master Shen released Hua Mudan. After ordering her to be bathed and cleaned, he had her brought to see Ping Yan. She was already in the twilight of her years, with little time left.

"In that case, are you not going to properly beg for my forgiveness?" Her smile was faint, her slightly narrowed eyes resembling thin, sharp blades.

Of course, this method was unique in the world, known only to Chu Yang. Remembering their time on the mountain, there had been a long period where one could always hear pig-like shrieks—it had truly been a trial for those wild boars.

It was summer now, and the deep mountains were lush with life, but the hillsides at night were often gathering grounds for mosquitoes. Before I had walked more than a few steps, my body was already covered in huge welts from these bizarre insects.

Normally, when an investment team encountered such a situation, they would simply call the company's senior management to handle the analyst. At the very least, they could throw a tantrum and make the research department resolve it themselves; after all, the research report provided by their own analyst was... it could follow standard procedure.

"Shut up! Do you not see me here?" Julie’s chest heaved with rage, her voice shedding its usual gentle, noble tone, carrying an intimidating pressure. The mention of Prince Charles had touched a sore spot in her heart.

I do not know how much time passed before Yang Tian’s eyelids flickered. He opened his eyes with great difficulty, his dark pupils scanning the surroundings, and he slowly released the breath he had been holding.

"Let’s play dice—Liar’s Dice. You know how, right?" Lu Shen, oblivious to his fate, was still feeling smug, but after only a few rounds, beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.

Seeing Long Tian deep in thought, the four of them—Xuan Haoqi and the others—remained silent, waiting quietly for his instructions.

Far away in the United States, the market situation had shifted, leaving futures investors in China on this side of the earth with a mix of joy and sorrow.

In fact, they had only been in the air for a few minutes when Hong Ao opened her mouth wide and inadvertently gulped down a mouthful of wind. Her throat felt as if she had swallowed an ice cream much larger than her windpipe, sending a chilling sensation through her. Just as she thought she was either going to choke or freeze to death, all sensation suddenly vanished, replaced by a refreshing feeling from the inside out.

At this thought, Duanmu Lei gasped, not daring to imagine further. Right, the outcome was still unknown; idle speculation was useless here. It would be better to wake his grandfather and clarify who had won before doing anything else.

He had spent the last few years doing what needed to be done, but now that the demand was gone, what was to be done? Could they continue to exhaust the vitality of the future? Of course not; the growing pains were inevitable.

Five years ago, he had returned to Houliang Village once to find this jade pendant; she had long since left the village by then.

His promise to buy the buckwheat at three times the price was an act of charity, using the income from alcohol production to cover the deficit.

Therefore, no practitioner of the Dao could come into contact with the "Power of Non-Dao," otherwise, the two would surely cancel each other out—at best, the power of the Great Dao would vanish; at worst, one would perish.

Because the Sanhe Gang had no worthy rivals in the nearby prefectures and provinces, they were virtually unchallenged and feared no enemies planting spies within their ranks.

She looked so utterly defenseless that it ignited a protective instinct, which in turn only made one want to dominate her all the more.

"Yes, I will arrange it immediately." Rong Guoshuang appeared entirely cooperative, without a shred of dissent.

The hotter the weather during the harvest, the stronger the curse-like effects of the witch medicines refined; the colder the weather, the better the beneficial effects.

The totem of the Beiyuan tribe was the eagle, while Li Chi’s White Wolf tribe used the wolf. For someone to say, "The golden-crowned eagle soars over the Great Wilderness, never casting a glance at the lone wolf"—what did that mean? It meant the Beiyuan tribe didn’t even consider Li Chi worth looking at.

Outside, all the cultivators fell silent, feeling something vast and profound. Many felt a sense of peace in their hearts, gaining sudden insights under the sound of the Great Dao.