Volume One, Chapter 27: They Came Well Prepared

Qu Pan placed flowers, fruits, and incense candles by the bank. Only when she reached into her pocket did she realize she had forgotten the matches.

Chu Hanliang pulled out a lighter, lit the incense candles, and then ignited the paper offerings, asking Qu Pan in a low, hollow voice, "Have you ever thought that if you’ve misidentified the child, how heartbroken our real child would be?"

Qu Pan remained indifferent. "The child should indeed be heartbroken. It’s his misfortune to have such an unreliable grandfather and father."

Chu Hanliang replied, "It is my fault. I will accept whatever you demand, as long as you treat the child better."

A man who had single-handedly conquered two provinces in peace, a man whose spine was so rigid that he had never bowed even in the direst times, was now pleading with her. Qu Pan fell silent.

The tongues of fire consumed the paper offerings, swirling into ash that scattered in the wind. Qu Pan stood...

The phantom fighter jet was sent wobbling through the air by the force of the powerful blast. Just then, a long spear shot up from the ground. The Shikigami smiled faintly, shifting slightly to the side as the Soul-Drinking Sword grazed past his skin.

She had just settled down when Mu Tianyang woke up. Burdened by his own heavy thoughts after a bizarre and disjointed dream, he woke suddenly, struggling to recall what had transpired within it.

As long as it could be operated, it would suffice. If things went poorly, it might just be another function set by the system, or perhaps the activation of the system’s internal cultivation interface.

"Well... the situation is excellent, but it is not yet time to reveal our true strength. Besides... even if we possess overwhelming power in the future, we must not openly oppose the gods," Old Jun said, holding his teacup with a profound look in his eyes.

"Then why were you despising me just now?" Hua Lianxue puffed out her cheeks, her expression murderous.

"Haha." Qin Tiande laughed and patted Qin Er on the shoulder. "Er-zi, Tingxiu is right. Your young master is indeed facing a monumental problem. There will likely be a disaster in the future, and anyone close to me will likely find it hard to avoid."

"Resurrect him?" Lu Ya asked with a touch of sycophancy. In Lu Ya’s eyes, aside from his mother and eldest brother, Gonggong was the closest to him, so he naturally didn't mind finding ways to curry favor with them.

"It’s just a broken glass bracelet. Seeing how you treasure it, I might as well give you one myself—it certainly won’t be worse than Chu Lan's!" Xia Guhong teased, testing Murong Xuan’s attitude toward him.

"You say Du Ruhui died this past spring?" Emperor Li Er asked, his face full of disbelief.

Just as I was beginning to think there was no hope, I heard Sister Dan’s voice. On the other end of the line, she was telling Brother Yi that he had woken her up and that she was hungry.

The closer he got to the pagoda, the more clearly Su Huai felt the surrounding natural energy slowly gathering toward the Ten Directions Pagoda. The movement of this energy was so slow that, had he not been focusing intently, even Su Huai would have found it difficult to detect, and the others seemed completely unaware.

"Hmph, I’m very unhappy right now. Let's see how you plan to compensate me." Shirley brushed away Mu Zifei’s wandering hands and gave him a big eye-roll.

Before falling asleep, I heard footsteps outside. They were chaotic, and it seemed many people were coming down from above.

Under the cover of the blinding dust, Nan Feng began to undo his belt. By the time the dust settled, he had already pulled up his pants. Although no one had seen the details, they all knew he had urinated on the plaque, and some troublemakers cheered him on.

"I will find him when I go out and give him a good lecture." Nan Feng felt embarrassed. Mo Li had suffered too much in his early years; ever since they found him, everyone had spoiled him so much that no one had the heart to discipline him strictly.

Nan Feng also felt puzzled. The terrain here was treacherous and unsuitable for long-term residence, yet it was very secluded. Perhaps the people who lived here years ago were seeking to hide. Since the Qin and Han dynasties, punishments had been extremely severe, often involving collective guilt, leading many to seek refuge in the wilderness to save their lives.

Fendai had become cold only after Liuyun’s departure, but Mo Ran was different. Having grown up in a place as isolated as Nanshan, she seemed detached from the world from birth, devoid of any worldly desires.

The middle-aged man with weathered stubble seemed to sit right beside him. His eyes remained forever murky, profound, and firm. He had dedicated his entire life to the Immortal Realm, yet in the end, he had still failed to find his original intention.

It was a five-meter-tall casting furnace. Lin Feng could not identify the material, but seeing the red-hot coal and glowing iron inside, he knew the furnace was extraordinary. Two men took turns working at the furnace mouth to ensure the temperature remained constant.

The man seemed to realize something and looked up at the man who called himself Old Wang, yet he did not loosen his grip on the steamed bun in his hand.

The Profound Realm issued an S-class alert, meaning this catastrophe would be a threat to the entire world.

No wonder this teddy dog didn't hold a grudge against those who beat him, but specifically blamed me for singing.

The way the two men looked at Zhang Jianfeng shifted rapidly from disdain to looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Huo Lingshuang’s lips were deathly pale, and she no longer had the strength to speak.

A passerby shook his head and said, "Indeed, that cursed soul—to show such disrespect to the God of Light!" With a shake of his head, he walked away.

"About the circle, it has to be after ten. I can't wake up any earlier." I flicked the ash from my cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

After some haggling, eight sets of clothes cost a total of twenty Gold Star coins. All the money earned over the past two days was spent, and even the original savings were dipped into.

In a country that excels at producing works with fewer than three performers, to produce such a masterpiece that touches the heart rather than just following the trends is an unprecedented challenge.

A majestic aura centered on the high platform instantly spread for dozens of kilometers. Suddenly, the microphone in front of him was affected by the pressure, emitting a piercing noise.

In Asia, besides a few who made "reproachful" or "blaming" remarks, the rest either expressed neutrality or, for the most part, showed support and a willingness to prove it through action.

"At that time, Murong Fei had not yet ascended to the throne; the Jin Emperor only passed away in the third month. Murong Fei was only the second prince then, so how could the Emperor negotiate such major affairs with him?" Qi Yao asked, puzzled.

"Isn't what’s underneath new?" Dr. Chen quite liked the outfit she wore underneath, especially since her skin was fair, her features were delicate, and her figure was graceful. Every time, she couldn't help but take a few extra looks.

Qi Anluo fell silent for a moment, said thank you, and then hung up. Stepping out of the hospital, the cold wind hit her face, and she couldn't help but pull her coat tighter.

Qi Chisu had already washed up and was playing on her phone on Lin Lang’s bed. Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, she revealed a mischievous smile and then tumbled off the bed.

She had actually asked to keep a pet dog herself, but the Zhou woman wouldn't agree. It was likely that the Zhou woman hated Meng Yue’s dog, Maomao, to the bone, and consequently despised all dogs.