Volume 1, Chapter 44: Early Menstruation

Several times she had been driven to the brink of survival, plagued by thoughts of death. Most of the children abducted alongside her had already perished, yet she endured, time and time again, no matter how harsh the environment or how terrifying the circumstances.

On this particular morning, having been told that a friend had a well-paying job lined up for her with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, she planned to go check it out immediately.

In the distance, Xiao Lin couldn't resist recording a video on his phone, intending to share it with Hua Junlan shortly.

Yakushi Kabuto also appeared somewhat lazy and evasive, slippery as an eel. He had no desire whatsoever to take responsibility for Hyuga Neji's bloodline disease.

Yet, one detail was regrettable: those cultivators did not hold the same revered status in the hearts of the islanders as the Lin family did among the common people of the Longevity Kingdom, and consequently, their commands were not executed very effectively.

The leader hurriedly bowed to Xu Qingfeng and dispatched men to guide this troop toward the county magistrate's office.

With the resounding clanging roar of the ring-pommel Dao blade clearing its scabbard, Wang Yong's expression instantly turned grim.

As long as one possessed sufficient wealth and was willing to channel those funds into charity, the system upgrade task would eventually be completed one day.

Thinking of this, Wang Xie subconsciously glanced behind his elder sister, figuring that if their mother could see how much his sister had grown, she would surely be very proud.

Hyuga Neji surmised that Might Guy must have played this game of attrition with Konoha: since you logically and reasonably reassigned me away from my disciples, I will just as logically and reasonably engage in quiet quitting.

However, that was the cultivation method of Qi practitioners, which was fundamentally different from his own path; after all, he was a deity-in-training, a man destined to become a god in the future.

"You guys, come up here and take a look... what on earth is this thing?" Su Biaofeng was taken aback by my words, then beckoned us over.

This was the exact phrase he always heard whenever he beat Fang Zheng to a pulp. No matter how brutally he was battered—even when coughing up blood—Fang Zheng had never once begged for mercy. Every single time, he would fix his assailant with a chilling gaze, uttering those words firmly, powerfully, word by word.

I watched Left Spider's retreating figure, which appeared so exhausted and helpless, yet I found myself unable to utter a single word. I simply dialed Leon's phone and told them to head back.

"If you are willing to do as I say, I will let you slap me to vent your hatred," Ange stared straight at her, enunciating each word with fierce eyes and a resolute voice.

"Don't tell me you can't do it. You are the only one in the entire Tiannan region who can pull this off. How many factions still rely on you after all these years here—do I really need to spell it out for you? Our cousin is the next sovereign of the Blue Water Kingdom; others might not know, but could I possibly be unaware?"

After buying some fruit and nutritional supplements at the supermarket downstairs from my sister's place, we headed upstairs. It wasn't a high floor—just the second. This was the floor my sister had specially chosen for our parents.

A little over a month ago, he truly had been at the ninth stage of the Post-Heaven realm, but weren't the Ten Great Families holding a tournament to reshuffle their rankings? His father, the head of the Shen family, had spent a small fortune procuring a massive pile of potent elixirs, forcefully propelling him to the fourth stage of the Pre-Heaven realm within a single month.

Zhang Yan shook his head. "His Majesty has just taken his medicine and fallen asleep. Empress Dowager, Empress, Imperial Noble Consort Wan, Prince of Northern commandery—if you wish to see His Majesty, please return the day after tomorrow."

Cheng Lingyu was bathed in a radiant, deep dark glow, channeling the eternal darkness and combining it with the Heavenly Burial Art to seize control of the spring thunder with all his might.

Slowly, she raised her hand and traced his handsome eyebrows, his high-bridged nose, and finally the corners of his lips. He was sleeping so peacefully, perhaps dreaming of something pleasant, for at that moment, a faint smile played upon Gu Jincheng's lips.

Lin Chuxun pressed a hand to her forehead with a sigh, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with a mix of disappointment and sorrow at being groundlessly suspected.