Ode to the Mortal World

Even when humiliated, his mother never gave up, continuing to live optimistically with Nanmu and Changbai, until the relentless persecution by Prince Chen left her with no choice but to depart this world.

Once the alchemy room was completed and the custom-made vessels arrived, they placed everything inside and began testing them to see if any issues would arise during operation. This served as a practical verification of their results.

The boy looked at the hand she extended—it was clean and fair. He glanced down at his own hand resting on the ground, stained with dust and grime. He hesitated, not daring to reach out and take hers.

He smiled gently, the tenderness in his eyes like rain and snow falling upon dry earth, seeping deep into one’s soul.

Fuji Shusuke had no idea what was happening, but he felt a strange sense of nervousness. Oddly, he had never felt this tense even during a match; it must be because of Nana.

Finally, Feng Guang found the half-collapsed wall. Characters were carved into it, but while those characters seemed to recognize her, she could not recognize them.

"She's starving because of you people. Just find a way to feed her something," Elder Huang said, leaving behind those words before walking away.

Her expression was full of anticipation and excitement, yet tinged with a hint of anxiety and trepidation, fearing that the Sect Master might reject her.

"What exactly did this Young Master Mu come here for? Could it be that he just wanted to drop Dongling off and incidentally have her keep the jade bracelet and pendant?" Bai Wangsheng couldn't figure it out.

Mo Nanting and Xiao Yunqi immediately turned to look at him, their gazes more dangerous than the other, as if they might beat him at any moment.

If the Zhou family had any grievances, they could come and fight him, Qin Yue. If there was one thing Qin Yue didn't fear, it was a beating. Of course, if a real fight broke out, it was hard to say who would be beating whom.

Qin Yue didn't bother looking back at the bedroom where Dujuan was busy; the house was small, and people needed to rest. Resting naturally meant sleeping, and sleeping naturally required a bed. He couldn't possibly squeeze onto the same bed as Old Li.

A single drop entered his mouth. Instead of the expected explosion of fragrance or warmth spreading through his belly, his eyes suddenly widened. A terrifying, scalding torrent of divine essence nearly incinerated his internal organs. He couldn't help but scream, nearly tossing the entire vial away.

Waiting was tedious. She looked up at the rare, brilliant sun of winter, feeling a sense of melancholy.

The video was only thirteen seconds long. Everything was normal at first, showing images of the Martian surface captured by the rover, but in the final few seconds, a silhouette resembling a human figure suddenly appeared on the ground.

The entire spirit-gathering basin trembled and roared, causing everyone, including Yan Bei, to grow grave. This was the sound of the foundation being struck; after waiting for so long, someone had finally lost their patience.

This isolated cell was located in the very center of the prison building, almost completely sealed off except for the single iron door. Weddell, who had been guarding Chris there, knew nothing of what had just transpired outside.

The people who stepped out of the vehicle carried flashlights and other lighting equipment, with some holding powerful spotlights.

Her emotions were like a rollercoaster, from the confidence she felt early that morning to her shattered hopes, until just as she was about to collapse, this man told her he was merely playing with Sheng Ziqian?

I planned for so long, and now everything has vanished like bubbles. How could I not be furious? It’s all their fault—that damned Bo Yunlang and that damned Mu Changgu. They were people who were within my expectations, yet completely outside my plans.

However, this was hardly surprising; the White Cloud Temple had long since become a famous tourist attraction and a beautiful calling card for the entire city of Donghe.

Lan Yize smiled slightly, calmly putting on his pajamas before pulling the quilt over her, only then pressing the intercom.

However, Makinson was not a coach with great tactical ability. If he were capable, he wouldn't just be coaching an amateur team.

In the final ten minutes of the match, FC Seoul launched an offensive, but they were caught in a counterattack by Guangzhou Evergrande. Although Muriqui’s shot hit the side netting, it left Choi Yong-soo in a cold sweat. After that, FC Seoul didn't dare to press forward in full force.

Seeing her dark hair, rosy complexion, and robust health, he assumed that someone among her relatives, family, or friends must be suffering from an illness.

The opponent’s strength was nearly identical to his own. Generally, such a duel could only end in mutual destruction.

The lead martial artist’s face darkened, and he abruptly formed a seal with his hands. A moment later, a long sword wreathed in flames appeared in his grip, and his internal spiritual energy gradually surged.

In the industrial zone, with its various factories and warehouses, there were many places Matthew could use to evade detection. He had undergone specialized training; regardless of whether he was being followed, he could shake off surveillance—it had become his habit.

Li Tiezhu’s smile vanished as he asked the two of them. After exchanging a look, the two nodded earnestly at the adults from both families.

As the young master of the Wang family in Yanjing, Wang Junxi possessed an extraordinary status—a true scion of an aristocratic clan.

Sang'er dropped her hoe, grabbed a broom from the side, and rushed over to strike, scolding her as she hit.

"Go on in," Chen Xuefu said, nodding at Huang Juan. After Huang Juan carried the bucket and mop into the private room, Chen Xuefu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you sure? Wasn't Prime Minister Bai Zuo stripped of his rank long ago? Isn't he still bedridden from a stroke?" Zhu Chen asked in return.

The Governor wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowing as he stood by Qi Yuan’s side, waiting for instructions.

The currently listed Royal City Real Estate and the Pearl Hotel were cut from the same cloth. As long as Zhang Mingquan did not fall, Lian Xiao had a backer in the underworld; as for the profit-sharing, that was secondary.

Not long after Yu Huanlan passed the pass, she encountered the Black and White Duo—the Ximen siblings—who were rushing back.

At the time, Nangong Feng knew she was completely outmatched. In the end, she risked burning her own life potential to kill one early-stage Great Accomplishment realm evil spirit, but she herself was blasted away by a tentacle from that Return to Truth realm evil spirit, crashing right at the gate of the space portal.

Fang Yao had done her no harm, so it didn't matter whether he became a puppet or not; keeping him might prove amusing later. Thinking this, she shot a ray of light into Fang Yao—the same dark, hellish light used by the blue-robed spirit masters earlier.

"Father..." Xie Ruyu was so angry she nearly coughed up blood, but seeing that her father’s mind was made up, she dared not say more. She bowed and took her leave.