Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Medical Immortal Reincarnated

Li Xian looked at the woman lying on the ground, his expression filled with bewilderment.

"Heroine, are... are you alright?"

Li Xian took a few steps forward and asked tentatively.

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind: he had to find the antidote immediately! With the opponent poisoned and unconscious, didn't he have the perfect opportunity? It would be foolish not to search for the cure under such circumstances.

Just as Li Xian was about to reach out to search her, he hesitated. He noticed a distinct patch of blood on the woman’s abdomen, seeping drop by drop through her thick clothing. It was a heart-wrenching sight.

Zhou Hongyun stepped forward to tidy the disheveled clothes of Wu Qianqiu, then offered words of sincere persuasion.

In terms of combat instinct, Yi Qiu found it difficult to achieve any further breakthroughs in the short term.

A deep voice sounded from behind. Lu Yan had chased after her, seizing her slender wrist.

He longed for his former life as a layabout, immersed in the worlds of games and manga.

Without a stroke of fortune, one’s destiny would never change. If Gao Shan hadn't acquired that necromancer's staff, his corpse might already be rotting in some forgotten corner.

It wasn't until Fanny bit down on the spoon, swallowed the mousse, and gave a self-satisfied assessment—"Not bad, half as good as what I make"—that she finally snapped out of her daze.

Mu Yunfeng’s Star Battle Body had reached the perfection of silver sinews. Under normal circumstances, this was the limit for the physical body; flesh and blood could no longer absorb energy to strengthen further.

The big man’s intention was clear: they could not openly defy the Sword Maiden’s orders, but they could pay lip service to Chu Nan’s commands while secretly obstructing them. This way, it wouldn't count as rebellion, and some even thought the Sword Maiden would surely prefer they act this way.

After dismissing Fellman, Chu Nan’s attention finally pulled back from the window. He turned to see Riviere kneeling to the side, head bowed, lost in thought.

"But ancestor, I... I..." Huang Shang tried to decline, only to realize that now was hardly the right time to do so.

Emotions are not something one can control. Can’t you see that’s exactly why they aren’t together? What is wrong with the president—a man many idolize—breaking through worldly constraints to be with the one he loves? Why is homosexuality accepted for others, but not for him?

She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and nibbled gently on his chin.

Xiao Da understood, turned, and walked a few steps back, curious to see what was happening behind them.

Yixia looked up. There were no red, tear-filled eyes, no look of despair, but rather an expression so heartbreaking that it touched one’s very core. Jiang Sen stared at her, his emotions beyond words.

Xue Huishuang now realized she had been set up. Only the Empress, that wretch Wang Chisu, could have orchestrated such a plot.

Ming Yueyuan had suspected she was being led to a desolate place, never expecting to be taken into public view. She acted as if she truly considered her family, enthusiastically ushering her into the most noble circles of the capital.

It was exactly what she needed. Compared to staying in the calm of the Old Summer Palace, accompanying Qianlong on his incognito trip to the Summer Resort offered far more opportunities to win his favor.

A-Da and A-Er immediately closed and sealed the door, plunging the room back into darkness.

"How can I sleep if you two aren't back?" Yu Meihong said irritably. When Gu Yinming returned and told her he was taking their son out for a walk, her heart grew restless. A sudden trip like this surely meant something was wrong; how could she possibly sleep?

At this time, in this place, it wasn't as if there were no other cars. Why act as if I should be eternally grateful for a ride in yours?

The Hanwei Battalion slowly marched north, with scouts roaming the perimeter to guard against any traps set by the Jiannu.

After saying this, the big man laughed unrestrainedly, his muscles rippling, looking exceptionally fierce.

His voice was neither humble nor overbearing, carrying clearly across the entire venue. It was not just due to his deep internal energy, but likely related to the unique technique he practiced.

The young man who came with Li Tiancheng was named Qian Chuan. He was the most mercenary of them all; though he resented young Master Lin for using his family to force him into service, the sight of real gold and silver made his heart race, leaving him hesitant.

"Hello, President Wan. The things you’ve heard about—whether it’s the public welfare project or Squirrel Live—anyone could have done it. It’s just a matter of throwing enough money at it," Li Hao said with modest honesty. As long as you have the funds, anyone could replicate his success.

"Then help me create two templates for Xun'er and Liu Bai. Xun'er is getting busier by the day, and Liu Bai needs computer geniuses to help him search for information," Mo Fan said.

Hearing the roar, Li Yongfang turned back in a panic. Pale and trembling, he was caught off guard and cut in half by a sharp horse lance. Still clinging to life, Li Yongfang wailed on the ground in agony, his cries sounding inhuman.

The death energy radiating from the Red-Eyed Ghost Eagle instantly enveloped Li Shan, Ling Feng, and Mo Ning.

As he was deep in thought, someone wielding a long sword walked over and led him to a peculiar location.

Li Shan’s clothes fluttered gently, his expression hardening: "The path of immortality is my destiny. No one shall stop me. If the heavens block my way, I shall defy them. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will not regret it. I must become an immortal."

However, most of the emotions Zhao Xiaohui displayed were genuine, and her laughter and tears came from the heart.

If she couldn't conceive after marriage, or if she remarried and a doctor told her it was impossible, where would that leave her?