Volume 1, Chapter 39: Never Tasted It, So I Wouldn't Know

Shen Xinyi had grown somewhat accustomed to this. In the military, it was Mr. Gu who bought breakfast, so it naturally became a task Gu Yi took upon himself.

When Shen Xinyi reached the restroom, she realized she had started her period, which was incredibly awkward.

"Kill me if you must, but you won't get anything. I am a man of organization and principles. I will not betray my integrity or the organization I believe in! You will get nothing from me!" Liu Xuetang had misunderstood the situation entirely; he had no idea who he was trying to bargain with.

However, Zhang Jiaming could not afford to lose his temper. This charlatan had become vital to the settlement, not just for civil pacification, but also because their medical surgeries relied entirely on him. If he were to be beaten to death in front of everyone, the loss would be immeasurable.

Bai Siyao walked inside and sat cross-legged in a corner of the tent. It was crowded, filled with many brightly dressed dignitaries, so the attire of Bai Siyao and Gu Fan did not seem particularly conspicuous.

Shen Xinyi didn't emerge from the hospital until two or three in the afternoon. Upon leaving, she saw Elder Gu waiting for her in the car outside. She quickly wiped away her tears, walked over, opened the door, and climbed in. Once inside, she started the engine and drove away.

"We have seen enough of your 'God’s mercy'! The Miao people are not three-year-old children; we know what love is!!!!!" Yang Feifei's powerful accusation left Xiong Peiyun and his subordinates looking grim.

Shen Xinyi didn't know what to say. She was suddenly struck by the feeling that her Mr. Gu was truly great. Compared to him, her own work seemed insignificant.

"Hmph, if I hadn't stepped in, your soul would have already departed for the afterlife!" Dominic looked indifferent. His gaze wasn't on Quinter at all, but rather fixed on the shadow silently suspended in the air not far away, his eyes filled with gravity.

The people opposite them were all sweating internally. They knew they couldn't afford to back down, but each of them harbored the desire to yield; yet, none of them could be the first to do so.

Suddenly, a fierce gale erupted from the ground, sweeping across the entire landscape. The violent force sent sand and stones flying. The onlookers, sensing Lu Ming’s "Wind Over the World"—a skill equivalent to a Level 3 spell—instinctively retreated step by step, terrified of being caught in the aftermath.

"Let’s just strip them of their immortal bones to keep them from causing trouble." Since learning that Baili Aoyun had come back from the dead, the venom in Han Ning’s heart had faded significantly.

Some people might go their whole lives without seeing a single Emperor-level expert, yet now they appeared by their side constantly, and with such amiable attitudes. The residents of Ziyue City were living as if in a dream.

Perhaps due to the difference in status and the fact that she had been personally summoned by the Kangxi Emperor, the carriage was much more luxurious and grand than the one she had traveled in previously. Huizhu leaned lazily against a low couch, eyes half-closed, one hand supporting her forehead while the other slowly fanned herself, drifting between sleep and wakefulness.

"One hundred thousand miles?" His face changed drastically. Upon hearing from the Ghost Skeleton that the Forbidden Land of Souls was a hundred thousand miles away, he looked incredulous, his face a mask of shock.

The Qi and Zhao states were separated by the Great River, with one on the south bank and the other on the north. Without boats, crossing the rushing river was harder than ascending to heaven. Thus, the Qin army could only pursue them to the riverbank, staring at the Han army from across the water.

Huizhu was deep in slumber when, in her hazy state, she heard someone whispering. A cool breeze followed, and she muttered something unconsciously, pulling her fur blanket tighter and hugging Hongli as she continued to sleep.

Blood continued to spill from the corner of her mouth. Han Ning wiped at it repeatedly, only to find more coming; she used her sleeve to wipe it, and the white fabric instantly turned red.

On the ground, Ghost’s expression shifted violently; the conversation between Huotong and the Fierce God had reached his ears, every word clearly heard.

Kotori’s approach made sense. Facing an unstable, walking humanoid nuclear bomb—a Spirit with the destructive power of a vacuum implosion weapon—it was better to resolve the issue early. However, Tokisaki Kurumi seemed quite capable of controlling her own Spirit power.

He had wanted to achieve so much more, but he never expected to capsize in a gutter like this, running into a powerful cultivator who wanted his life. He didn't know the cultivator's background, but thankfully, he had managed to escape.

The old man in the black robe held his death scythe high, but he was stopped three zhang away by the rushing river of cyan golden-body energy. Despite his best efforts, he could not move a single inch forward.

Given the vast disparity in their cultivation, Jiang Le threw out a stack of thunder-fire formation disks, but the opponent brushed them aside in just two breaths and charged straight at her.

Jiang Le naturally wouldn't let him escape and took flight to pursue him. However, before she had gone far, the space around her fluctuated instantly, enveloping her within a teleportation array.

He had calculated that the drama starring Bai Yian and the Ninth Master was a massive hit. Just the profit-sharing from this one show alone amounted to tens of millions.

With that, she stretched her limbs, cracking her knuckles audibly as she walked toward Hu Xing'er.

The Ye family members who had raised their hands stared at the medicinal pills Hong Yan handed over, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

But at least in Ji Tang’s eyes, she was a good person, because the pork ribs in her lunchbox were always unique—they were simply too fragrant.

Luo Yang was shocked. He hadn't expected these people to be so superstitious, even going so far as to build a statue to worship him. Did they really think he was some kind of deity?

If he cut off energy to the entertainment facilities without an explanation, these people would inevitably vent their resentment on the commander. But if he provided proper guidance and told them the truth, they would direct their hatred toward the corrupt officials of the Empire instead.