Volume 1, Chapter 37: Bad Luck

"That is wonderful! This kind of place is perfect for honing my martial arts skills," Ye Xi said happily.

Xia Fei pressed forward step by step, while Gao Yan retreated in kind. He had no desire to experience the feeling of being kicked by Xia Fei again, but one more step back would see him falling into the lake.

In the vast Divine Realm, where myriad races stand and powerful factions contend for supremacy, many heaven-defying clans have emerged. There were the Destiny Clans who ruled across multiple eras, the God-Eater Clan that once suppressed all others, and the Nine Heavens Star Clan that vanished as quickly as a fleeting spark.

He sighed; it seemed the victim of this traffic accident was beyond saving. He quickly refocused his mind, dedicating himself to his work.

The puppet on the first floor, while only considered an average Spirit Realm Level 1, possessed actual combat power exceeding that of a Spirit Realm Level 5 warrior from Liuyang Town. Although Li Qingfeng was only at Spirit Realm Level 4, his master was powerful and had trained him to perform beyond his cultivation level, making it simple for him to defeat the monster on this first floor.

When driving at night, it is indeed proper to use high beams to broaden your field of vision when there are no cars in front of you. However, when meeting oncoming traffic, one should switch to low beams; otherwise, the glare will blind the other driver.

Then, with a flash, the figure suddenly arrived before Jiang Tianchen, brandishing a war blade and hacking down fiercely toward the top of his head.

If she hadn't been led in circles by Chen Qiaoshan before, she almost would have believed it. Her rationality kept reminding her that this guy must have ulterior motives, and she simply hadn't seen through them yet.

"Get in the car. I'll take you; I'm free today anyway, so I might as well go for a drive before heading home. Besides, we can talk on the way. We brothers haven't seen each other in days; I was just looking for a chance to chat with you." Tao Mi patted the car door, signaling for Wang Ge to get in quickly.

Bai Xuanying reached out to grab Bai Xuanfan’s body. She was determined to carry him away on her own frail back.

She had indeed felt unwell after being caught in the rain earlier, but after a hot bath upon returning, she felt much better and was unlikely to catch a cold or fever.

He knew Jian Xi had a habit of keeping her phone on silent, but the fact that she had turned it off completely surprised him.

"They said they smelled barbecue and wanted to come over for a taste. It seems we really shouldn't light fires in the Celestial Realm; it will expose our tracks," Qi Xian said, filled with worry.

Jian Miao was completely frantic at this moment, her hands constantly raking across Jian Jianwei’s face and body. As he tried to restrain her, he took several of her slaps, and her sharp fingernails even scratched the skin on his neck.

Thinking of this, Sun Changning suddenly wondered if Chen Yuchun had received a promotion. Generally speaking, with his position and background, two years was enough time for him to have moved up the ladder.

She couldn't say she hated Shen Jinglin, but the extent of her former obsession with him was now matched by the intensity of her current loathing and disgust.

"In a few days, we must leave the Zhao State and head to a secluded place to rest and recover," Han Bing said.

"What’s wrong, Yaran?" Qing Ling asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't you be at the Princess's Mansion at this hour? And where is your sister?" Her tone grew stern as she finished the sentence.

As the Spring and Autumn periods cycle, the heritage passed down in this Taoist temple remains a treasure—something sacred, inviolable, and never to be forgotten.

If ten is not enough to satisfy, then one must make it twelve; there doesn't seem to be much logic to twelve, though. Since ancient times, one has been the beginning, and ten the completion.

The reason she sought Tang Lin to break this barrier was that he was a man she could rely on. Even though she knew she would never love him in this lifetime.

Murong Xuan kept chewing over the words Xia Shuangbai had spoken. What did she mean by others using her as a scapegoat?

Ling Chen’s words only made Yu Haoyang more agitated; he felt as though thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart.

Gao Ze kept his head bowed. This slap from his sister was well-deserved; had it not been for the crowd and the chaos last night, it would have landed on his face long ago. He suppressed all his gentleness, transforming in an instant into a messenger of darkness, his eyes flashing with a dim, chilling luster, as if he had crawled out of hell, making one shudder.

The Marshal’s words were clear, and Gao Ze understood their meaning. Yet, he remained unreconciled; he could not fathom what kind of great event could be beyond his ability to face or resolve.

No, perhaps there was one exception: her own son. But given her methods, she would likely have the Seventh Prince completely tamed before long, no matter how much he hated her to the bone.

The King pondered and pondered until he fell asleep on the dragon throne, where he had a very strange dream.

Hua Niang glanced at Ye Nian in Fu Yin’s arms and bowed. "Greetings, Madam." She then rose, intending to take Ye Nian back.

Yuan Xiao looked at her hand, which was tightly held by Gao Ze, unable to pull away. Gao Ze kept babbling incessantly, his face full of anxiety and concern. Her heart softened, and her tears could no longer be held back.

After a moment of thought, Wu Fan turned Gui Yanye’s head to the side, resting it on his arm. With his other hand, he extended his index finger and inserted it into the corner of her mouth. His fingertip touched a slippery tongue, and he tilted the cup against the base of his finger, letting about a cup's worth of medicinal liquid slowly flow into her mouth along his finger.

By evening, under Aunt Wang’s nagging, Wu Fan ate dinner with the three of them at the orphanage.

"There is nothing Feng Jiaren wouldn't dare to do; this is hardly surprising." Hearing this, Mo Ran lowered her head to tease the black cat’s tail. Feng Jiaren was never one to stay out of trouble, and especially now that the Sumeru Realm had spiraled out of control.

However, he found that the white-haired old man was clutching his sword tightly, refusing to let him move even an inch. Fresh red blood dripped from the old man's palm; it was clear he intended to kill Zhuge Ming right then and there.

Seeing this, Li Lie was stunned. He hadn't expected Chu Yang to actually break his "No Two Suns in the Sky" technique. At this moment, he had exhausted his stored solar energy; the rest of the battle would have to be fought with bare fists.

"You don't naively think that if we do this again, I would take you to the Central Province and give you a chance to wreak havoc, do you?" Chu Yang said while pressing forward, intensifying his assault while using his words to affect Wu Qianyu.

Due to the powerful hypnotic effect, Zhou An could be made to forget he was a eunuch; within the illusion, he would believe he was a normal man, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to break free.