Volume 1, Chapter 48: Paradise on Earth

Qingwei’s gaze turned cold, and she slipped inside without being noticed by anyone.

Standing inside the Begonia Pavilion at this moment, Li Xian did not see anything matching the vulgarity of the Spring Fragrance House. On the contrary, compared to the Spring Fragrance House outside, where people openly solicited and seduced guests, the difference was simply night and day!

One was vulgar and direct, while the other was refined and subtle.

Had he not known beforehand, Li Xian would have thought this place was an ancient high-end entertainment establishment integrating accommodation, dining, and culture, rather than a brothel.

Perhaps this was the ancient equivalent of a paradise on earth.

"Brother Li, didn't expect this, did you?"

Chu Yun chuckled and explained, "The Spring Fragrance House and the Full Spring Courtyard outwardly connect with the Begonia Pavilion—

This elderly man in Tang-style attire was already over eighty years old, yet he was full of vigor and vitality, though he had a slight limp in his legs and needed someone to support him.

"Here are your clothes." Su Mushufeng said as he handed the garments to Muzhen. He had prepared these before coming.

Slightly embarrassed, Hua Wuqing pushed against the pale light, but the skin all over her body was flushed red as if it might drip blood—whether from the flare-up of fire poison or sheer embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

At that very moment, a beam of white light suddenly burst from the token in Lin Ye’s embrace and landed right between the two of them.

Zhao Qian had originally thought Zuo Yuzhen was a soft persimmon, but reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Clenching his hands tightly into fists, lightning flashed violently across his knuckles. It was the Lightning Thunder Fist he had practiced diligently for many years, pushed to its absolute limit at this moment.

Edward still had no idea that his subordinates had all been wiped out by him in a single split second.

Beneath the black robe was a face capable of captivating all living beings, bearing a seven to eight-tenths resemblance to Su Xin'er. It was none other than Su Xiang'er.

Regardless of how this matter had leaked out, returning drunk as he was, as long as Yun Shu wandered around the princess’s manor in disarray, there would always be an opportunity for the news to spread.

"Then, while you were here all this time, did you see any suspicious characters entering or leaving the Chunman Tower?" Song Yue asked.

That person did not answer Wu Fan's words, but instead hurriedly pulled a band-aid out of his pocket. "I am so sorry for causing you injury!" As he spoke, he slapped the band-aid right onto Wu Fan's wound.

The master sitting in the central chair had a face so dark it looked like it could drip ink; how could any of them dare to idle? Wouldn't that be an eyesore to the master and a way to invite his wrath?

The spot chosen by Han Zhifeng was a few hundred meters away from the dock, located right at a bend where there were hardly any people around. Even if people in the distance caught sight of them, they would only assume Zhu Muzhun had been careless while driving and accidentally struck a passerby.

Along with this loud shout, the large iron tripod actually lifted off the ground. Yet the moment he raised it to chest height, his hands suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and as it rose slightly higher, it immediately sank down again.

He could not accept such an outcome; he was unwilling to resign himself to it. How could he have lost? To this day, he still hadn't figured out just how many trump cards Xiao Yi had left unplayed. Whenever he thought Xiao Yi had exhausted all his methods, new trump cards would invariably be flipped to turn the tables. Not only that, but Xiao Yi's overwhelming, mountain-toppling attacks had also caused him to suffer greatly.

"Let me eat them all! Throwing their bones into the lake's Yin-fiend formation can at least be considered making use of waste!" The black shadow gave a eerie, cackling laugh, adding an extra layer of gloom and horror to the stone chamber.

Furthermore, now that he was familiar with Zhao Zongrong, in Chu Jianghe's view, undertaking engineering work on the railway was not difficult. The key lay in making Zhao Zongrong's experimental section a success, which would bring tremendous benefits to both Zhao Zongrong and Chu Jianghe.

Looking at this former lover, a thousand emotions welled up in Wu Fan's heart. For a brief moment, he stood there foolishly in a daze. Fortunately, Ma Yun by his side timely poked him twice, which finally brought Wu Fan back to his senses. However, this awkward scene still did not escape the eyes of Junzi and Baihui.

Right at that moment, the white dragon he was riding also rushed behind the Blood-Slicing King, opening its giant maw in an attempt to swallow the Blood-Slicing King whole in a single gulp.

Years ago, she had gone out to gather herbs for her grandfather and accidentally encountered this injured man. She casually gifted him some ointment, and later crossed paths with him a few more times by sheer coincidence.

"There it is!" Abruptly, Qin Feng's figure flashed as he dashed toward the right. While still in mid-air, his large hand reached out far ahead. Over there, a monster with red eyes, long ears, and resembling a rabbit spirit was cowering and hiding, surrounded on all sides by creatures of the same kind.

He had originally thought it was merely a chance encounter, considering that spirits and humans were far too different. A hundred years was but a fleeting moment to a spirit, yet several lifetimes to a human... When meeting again, if several lifetimes of reincarnation had already passed, who would still recognize whom? He had never expected that within his lifetime, he would actually have another chance to meet.

They had arrived over a month earlier than Meng Qi for the purpose of preparing the children for kindergarten and cleaning the house, waiting for them to move in.

The gap between the Earth Martial Realm and the Indestructible Realm was like the difference between clouds and mud. A powerhouse at the mid-stage of the Earth Martial Realm could slap several Indestructible Realm cultivators to death with a single palm.

Zhang Sheng did not want his mother to enter the Liang household and endure the cold sarcasm of Madam Liang the Second, so he did not oppose Lady You's decision. After personally escorting her back to the Zhang residence, he did not return to the Liang household either, but instead went to a tavern alone to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Qin Feng's heart felt somewhat uncomfortable. You look down on me? Fine, I will show this young master's comprehensive, all-encompassing strategy for annihilating the Xiongnu.

His entire body was exposed under the moonlight, as if draped in a suit of silver armor, as handsome as if carved—looking just like a high and aloof deity untainted by mortal dust.

This was a story that took place in November of last year. One evening, Lu Shaoxi suddenly received a phone call from Chen Manman.

She anxiously said to the elderly grandfathers and grandmothers beside her, "Grandpas and grandmas, please don't get too excited. Find yourselves a chair and sit down first."

"The Grand Marshal should still address me as Tiandaozi!" the young man said somewhat proudly. Evidently, compared to the title of Third Prince, he preferred his Daoist title of Tiandaozi.

Liu Yi had never expected that after recounting his and Liu Tuo's encounters, Shangguan Feng would react as if experiencing it firsthand, bursting into thunderous anger. He felt deeply moved; brotherly bonds endured, and though Shangguan Feng's face was as smooth as jade, his temper hadn't changed in the slightest.

Just then, another burst of footsteps sounded as Wei Ye also hurried over. Upon seeing the situation inside the room, her expression turned somewhat perplexed.

Slowly, the heavy-armored flying carriage descended into the depths of the jungle, and Liu Tuo, Shangguan Ling'er, and Liu Han passed through from the direction of the bunker.