Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Demeanor of a Saint

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Liu Fu looked at Li Xian with admiration. This young man’s strong liquor had completely won over the master behind him. If Liu Fu hadn’t repeatedly emphasized that the other party was unwilling to sell the recipe and only wanted to cooperate...
Perhaps his master would have directly arrested Li Xian.
The master behind him was no ordinary figure; he was a prominent person in the entire Great Qian Empire.
Therefore, Li Xian could not resist. He had only one choice: to become the family’s exclusive brewmaster, which, of course, was the worst possible outcome.
During the negotiation, Liu Fu also spoke many kind words to Li Xian, praising his ethereal temperament and suggesting there might be more opportunities for collaboration in the future...
After a quiet night, Hu Yao was awakened early by Yi Min the next day. Today was a perfect day for visiting the temple fair, which could not be missed.
Ranked eighth was Ye Xuan, known as the Cold Fairy. Usually silent and reserved, her aura was so radiant that even the presence of her sister Ye Li could hardly overshadow her brilliance, hence her nickname.
Gao Shi and Wang Changling looked uneasy. The recent political climate at court had given them a faint sense of danger, though neither knew how events might unfold.
Breakfast was tangyuan—glutinous rice balls. The ones from Three Trees Stump were much larger than those bought in supermarkets, and the fillings weren’t just sesame; there were jujubes, candied fruit, and even coins inside.
The power of the Otherworldly Divine Lord was overwhelming, causing the six realms to collapse, the cycle of reincarnation to shatter, and everything to fade away.
Yan Fei released all five of his scouting vanguards and then closed his eyes, quietly receiving the images sent back by the scouts.
The commander of the aquatic tribe was a ruthless powerhouse who not only issued a death order but also deployed over ten thousand heavenly soldiers with cultivation above the Seventh Tribulation to reinforce the defenses with their formidable strength.
But at this moment, how could Che Wuyou hear anything? Even if they shouted outside, those inside probably couldn’t hear a thing... So Che Wuyou remained deeply focused on refining his elixir, seemingly unaware of his own condition.
The Asura Primordial Spirit wielded the Heavenly Emperor’s great sword, filling the cave with sword light. In less than an incense stick’s time, all the skulls scattered on the ground were severed by the sword and dissipated into black mist.

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The elimination round ended, and Yan Fei successfully advanced to the third round—the qualifying round. Only 3,000 contestants remained in the qualifying stage.
What was even more alarming was the rumor that the North Vietnamese army had equipped its elite regiments with Soviet weapons. If the ordinary North Vietnamese troops were already formidable, how terrifying would the resistance fighters be once they mastered these new weapons?
At this moment, with Wang Yuling’s cooperation, Liu Yihua’s hand moved up, pushing deeper.
“What am I supposed to do?” Liu Yihua pointed below himself, smiling bitterly. As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Xu Jingdi’s alluring red lips.
He could not let go of Murong Xin. Just like the Sky Garden, monks might flee, but the temple could not be abandoned—so he decided not to run at all.
Then came the birth of various new fortunes. At the lowest level, the Titan Divine Power’s second form in the Celestial Empire was equivalent to a cheap super artifact. The quantity of finished products was on the order of trillions.
“Since the officer wants to see me, that makes it easy. Brothers, wait for me back there. I’ll come back right after meeting the officer.” With that, Ning Er handed his submachine gun to a nearby soldier, dusted off his body, and straightened the hem of his uniform with a semblance of decorum.
Perhaps in her eyes, the Brittanian behind her wouldn’t understand what she was saying, or perhaps it didn’t matter even if this unfamiliar foreigner overheard.
Of course, as artists and celebrities, their appearance and physical enhancements were irresistibly charming—like He Ming’s grand lottery, heh, do you really think you can win anything truly valuable? Then first, you must be born from Earth’s humans or from the highly authentic motherlands of China, Japan, or Korea.
“Master Swordsmith, this is my duty: to become your power and fight for you.” The swordsmith’s attitude made Jesya somewhat flustered.
Dong Zhuo opened it and saw it was an imperial edict from Emperor Liu Xie, listing various fabricated crimes against Liu Bei and ordering all warlords to immediately raise troops to attack Xuzhou and suppress Liu Bei.
“Does this mean I’m already recorded in the Ling family genealogy?” Xiao Yun’er asked, half understanding.
Xu Shu was angered by Liu Ye’s hesitation and cautiousness. He did not oppose Liu Ye but chose to endure silently.
Moreover, after the fierce Queen Consort came the Flaming Gate. The Flaming Gate was the most deadly assassin organization in the world. Except for Feng Junyao’s one failure, it had never been defeated.
Xiao Yun’er looked at the shopkeeper in confusion. He asked no questions but directly led them upstairs. Could it be that he really knew Ling Feng?

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Fang Lida’s face also lost composure. I guessed that if it weren’t for my sake, they would have started fighting long ago.
Fortunately, before I could ask, he continued explaining: “Exactly, those shadows are mice—more precisely, the souls of mice.”
I finally understood where he had disappeared to earlier—it turned out he was fixing the rope. I was delighted because if I could climb up, Qin Yiheng and Bai Kaixian obviously had a chance too.
Originally, Takuya had left with Long Wa, but since he hadn’t yet seen any scenery, and Long Wa had to leave on business, Takuya returned the same way. He happened to meet Helan Mingruo, who was coming out, and was delighted to learn she was looking for Tang Yue and the others, so he followed along.
Then, everyone nearby rushed in, hacking wildly. They struck more than ten blows but didn’t hit vital points. Besides, the blades were not sharpened, so the attacks caused little harm.
“Jun, share some good news with me. Why are you laughing so happily?” Ye Tingmo placed two cups of juice in front of Yin Rojun and Mo Xi.
Looking at the box, Li Feng felt conflicted. He had never imagined using these items. Though they didn’t belong to this world, now that things had come to this, if he didn’t use them, the fishermen would die. He was facing a grim choice.
He had thought there would be no more classes from now on, but unexpectedly, this year’s C++ course was again taught by Old Li. Zhou Beibei dared not be late.
“Damn! Why do you care if I sprayed it? It wasn’t me who did it,” the pale fellow said, a little confused.
Whether out of concern or instinct, his figure flashed and appeared beside Guan Guan.
Soon, it became clear what had happened ahead. An outsider had fought with a native, and unexpectedly, the outsider was knocked down by the native.
Before this, they had maintained intense training every day, so they took this time to relax a little.
Mo Xi looked at Yin Rojun’s dazed expression and suddenly felt he was somewhat adorably clueless. Yet he still hadn’t come to his senses. What should be done?