Volume 1, Chapter 37: This Ailment Can Be Cured

"After I return, I will revise the prescription for the Madam and we shall try again," the imperial physician said, pausing for a moment before sighing. "Your Highness, I believe you already understand the point I wish to stress, so I shall not dwell on it further. The Madam's ailment is a sickness of the heart. Since ancient times, such maladies have been notoriously difficult to treat, and they share a common trait: each subsequent episode grows increasingly severe. There are no exceptions, and no one can escape this fate. Medicine, in the end, is merely an aid. From here on, it will depend on the Madam's own resilience. Judging by her current reaction, today should be manageable, but as for the next episode, and the one after that..."

When he awoke, he was already in the presence of the Creator, so it was naturally the Creator who had saved him. What mattered most was that he still harbored ambitions to achieve greatness to impress that person. At the thought of him, a faint, almost imperceptible redness crept across Blood Wolf’s dark face.

Just as the Immortal Lord had not gone far, the avatar of He Mingzhi arrived. Disregarding the injuries to his own body, he unleashed his most powerful immortal energy, striking down all three of them.

Hua Shaobo looked at Zhang Jiaohua, feeling uncertain. When he first heard of the spirit monkey attack, his first suspicion fell on Zhang, but observing Zhang's attitude now, he was no longer so sure.

Xia Ruofei’s cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage; unless he completely abstained from absorbing spiritual energy from the environment, the consumption would be immense.

Shang Zhongchen had chosen an excellent spot with a clear view of the stage. He watched the plain-looking man, but the moment the man opened his mouth, the entire audience was stunned.

"How can this be? You are the Creator? And I am your inner demon?" The Heart could not normally see its own reflection, but after the Creator turned the sea surface into a mirror and cast a beam of light to form a phantom within it, the Heart finally saw its own face.

Yun Ying could not fathom why the Other Shore Flower had acted that way, but last night's events seemed to have opened a door for him, one that would likely have a profound impact on his future. If her intention was to teach him a lesson or leave a mark on his heart, she had undoubtedly succeeded.

"Have some tea," Fang Hui said, personally bringing in the tea to host her, then sitting on the sofa opposite her.

Ji Li’s hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into tight fists. He cursed inwardly: *You old fool, even at death’s door, you still cling to the Dragon Throne. Very well, then I shall help you on your way.*

Jiang Yue could not stand his arrogance. "Get lost and talk about real business." He was so shameless, constantly trying to put on airs.

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From this moment on, Hogwarts Academy began to see scenes entirely different from those in the films.

Going abroad was fine, but he was completely in the dark, knowing nothing about foreign lands. Beyond these obstacles, he also felt Zhao Qingfeng’s decision was somewhat rash.

She was currently in Country C; how could she possibly appear in the live stream? Sun Hua was being so boastful now; it would be quite embarrassing if he were proven wrong later.

Dong Ling took out her phone and was delighted to find a signal. When they were trapped earlier, there hadn't been a bar of service. As she looked at the screen, she vaguely caught a glimpse of a long-haired figure behind her, and she was so terrified she nearly dropped the phone.

He wondered if, when he went up there, he would end up killing few zombies but instead causing the house to collapse and bury him alive.

A straight blade appeared in his hand. He flashed to the side of a guard and struck—one slash, one kill. Before the other three could react, Hu Jianjun swung again.

His body had reached its limit; his injuries were severe, and he had used the last shred of his chakra to perform the rope-escape technique.

The bowls and chopsticks were ready, waiting for the fish to be served. As soon as He Yuzhu placed the fish on the table, He Yushui eagerly reached for a slice.

Beyond making his first pot of gold from this, he also had to strike at Liu Zhiqiang’s Zhiqiang Technology; it was a necessary move.

To say that Jack and his men were unaware of or unmoved by such a massive lure would be hard to believe. After all, piracy was their trade—how could they possibly pass up such succulent prey?

"I hope it’s in time!" Zhao Xin was helpless; all she could do was pray for Li Hongyu in her heart, hoping his luck wouldn't be so poor and that he would successfully avoid this disaster.

Both of their divine powers continued to surge, each trying to snatch the Holy Bottle from the other’s binding force.

Suppressing his inner restlessness, he grabbed the so-called tools from the table and tossed them at Jiang Yanran.

At this glance, disregarding the passage of time, Naruto Uzumaki could not help but swallow hard, longing for a taste of her beauty.

Zhou Zixiu did not mind; whether his mindset changed had little to do with his behavioral habits, and even if it did, it would not happen overnight, but through a slow, imperceptible process.

***

However, those who knew Hou Fei were aware that while his love for treasures was genuine, he seemed to enjoy the process of treasure hunting and collecting even more. As for the actual utility of the treasures, he was far less concerned.

"You’re ruthless, hooking up with Ling Xiyu as well!" Da Luo gave Chen Long a thumbs-up, forced to see him in a new light.

His hands involuntarily clasped together, as if he were holding a bowl and scrubbing it.

Seeing Hongyun so obsessed with the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Zhenyuanzi felt it was not his place to interfere, so he decided to enter secluded cultivation.

Yu Zichen watched Hua Shuo, whose expression remained calm, as if it were someone else facing life-or-death danger. If it were anyone else, he might have truly suspected Hua Shuo of some hidden agenda.

In this space-time, although the boy named Lin Xiao had briefly become an incredibly violent and powerful entity at the very end, his original cowardice and kindness had left a deep mark on Fu Xubo.

The calling from afar echoed once more, and a new group of people ran past the end of the alley, their eyes scanning the area.

"The child was born with a hard fate; his father didn't love him, and his mother was helpless. He was destined for a thin life," Hua Shu said, her face bloodless, as if she had lost all hope in life.

Across the barren sea of grass, two black shadows clung to the tips of the blades, sweeping across as the distance between them rapidly closed.

Of course, one thing was certain: his cultivation had been crippled right under their noses. These sycophants, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, naturally shifted from initial doubt to looks of contempt and mockery.

Yet, thankfully, there were only three or four such people; most of the supermodels were quite professional, though they would not stand up for a stranger.

Bai Yongsi had gone to such great lengths to set this up, never imagining that Jiang Na’s way of rejecting him would be to claim she had a boyfriend.