Volume One, Chapter 38: How to Improve Quality of Life

Yu Nian’an listed all the advantages of these biscuits, the most important being one: low cost, high profit! Just as Lin Zhi said, if there’s money to be made, no fool would miss out.

Reuniting with Qinghua stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. Overwhelmed, I couldn’t help but shed tears.

Inside the wooden cabin stood three gaming pods, each housing the naked forms of Chen Dong, Pang, and Chen Feng.

Suddenly, as a terrifying aura of Buddha’s power storm spread, the entire arena was instantly shrouded. In the next moment, a fierce pressure of Buddha’s might descended, suppressing Cheng Ran.

On the left, the Primal team: head coach Chen Dong, assistant coach Wang Wudao, Ye Miqing, and others; the entourage included Chen Feng, Bai Jingjing, and more; the competitors were Huang Tianwuji, Steel Egg, Skyward Madman, Pang, Accelerator, Low Head Look, Bigu Brother, Real Point, No Explanation, and the legendary Scoundrel God.

These ferocious wolves did not possess high attack power or exceptional vitality, not even matching the stamina of jungle chimpanzees. Their sole strength lay in a much higher attack frequency compared to ordinary monsters.

The month-long battle over the “World Tree” ended with the ZAFT army’s victory; the “World Tree” collapsed, reduced to a wasteland of rubble.

They were no longer school bullies; they had been seduced by money and transformed into unforgivable demons.

Hearing that cold voice, I pondered and opened my eyes. Sleep deserted me entirely, and I couldn’t help but light a cigarette.

“Brother Fengyan!” The members of the Beast Soul Hall bowed deeply, showing profound respect to the young man at the door.

These rumors served as a catalyst for the rising anti-Japanese fervor within the school, sparking a powerful wave of resistance overnight.

No sooner had Qi Jianqiu finished speaking than a thunderous dragon descended from the sky, shattering the surrounding void into fragments.

“This massive ‘gate’ of the Broadsword Sect was once an ancient temple, wasn’t it? Look, there’s even a huge bronze bell over there!” Lin Sheng stopped, smiling slightly as he spoke to Hei Feng.

Especially after emerging from the Zhenlong Virtual Realm, many had seen him grievously wounded and near death, thus doubting that he was as formidable as the legends claimed.

With the graceful flick of Hua Shangling’s fingers, water elements surged endlessly into her body from the surrounding space. Hua Shangling rose into the air; her long hair fluttered, and her figure was enveloped in a soft blue light, resembling a fairy dancing in the rain.

It was said that Lin Feng had specially come to see her that morning, worried she might wake with a headache, and had carefully given her a massage. Liu Jing’s gaze toward Lin Feng had subtly changed.

All these individuals possessed cultivation above the Great Dao Golden Immortal. The enhancement of one’s realm with celestial-grade treasures was limited to those below the Supreme Dao Immortal. Beyond that boundary, only artifacts of primordial chaos or divine-grade relics could help, yet how many such holy medicines or primordial divine elixirs existed within the entire Wanxu Pearl?

News of the harem spread rapidly. The injury of Xing’er was soon known to all the concubines. The threshold for palace visits was lowered, and the main hall overflowed with various tonics. The imperial edict to crown Xing’er as Empress had been proclaimed throughout the realm. Each concubine, considering her own interests, approached Xing’er with goodwill.

So, was this the outcome he desired? To return his life to his mother and perish alongside her—would that grant him eternal peace?

“I understand, Second Brother. I need to go out for a while!” Xing’er folded the letter, lit it in the incense lamp, and cast it into the brazier to burn.