Volume 1, Chapter 31: Writing Fiction—A Way to Make Money While Venting One's Spleen!

Inside the apothecary, Nurse Liu, seeing Shen Yuan preparing to leave again, couldn’t help but ask, “Yuan, why have you been running out so often these past few days?”

“I have some errands to run,” Shen Yuan replied.

Then she turned to Xiao Ling and smiled softly. “Watch over the shop for me, I’ll be back soon.”

Not only the two of them, but Lei Kun and all the immortals both inside and outside the formation were stunned on the spot.

Only now did he truly understand what Yan Zhi had once told him—not to imagine the immortal cultivation world as it once was. After the Spirit Devastation, the immortal realm could never return to its former glory. Everything from the Tian Dynasty era was but a fleeting illusion.

The Primordial Chaos True Qi gave him a sense of home and could infinitely enhance his cultivation once fully assimilated. Yet the transformation process required a long time. But for a divine dragon, such a span was insignificant.

Hesitating for a moment, Wu Hua decided to boldly approach Wang Jiawei and ask—after all, this was his first film. If he failed to deliver a good result, it might affect his future career.

A faint smile curled on Su Ci’s lips, and then with a flick of his fingers, a mysterious light appeared as he began playing the Blood Love Zither with wild abandon! In an instant, the entire great hall was filled with the sound of the zither, like a sudden, torrential rain. Seeing this, Su Qing and Su Jie exchanged a glance, their expressions darkening. They each summoned spiritual light and leapt upward, intent on stopping Su Ci.

Since ancient times, the power of the monarch and the prime minister has never been balanced. Malanhua was known as the iron-fisted prime minister, a glimpse into her governing style. Offending the king might bring a reprimand, but offending the prime minister… no one knew what the consequences would be.

The emperor then lifted his spoon again, scooping a spoonful of soup from the bowl and brought it to the princess’s lips.

Later, upon seeing Han Yancheng in Hanyan Mountain, his subconscious first thought was Lin Shuihan. But at that time, he believed Lin Shuihan had already died, buried beneath the foot of Hanxu Mountain, so he never doubted him further.

The next morning, Long Qing rose early as usual and found a place outside to casually practice a few moves of Tai Chi. Several foreigners nearby were also practicing Tai Chi. After watching Long Qing’s form, they were unconsciously drawn to the smooth rhythm of his movements.

Yingzi was listening to music and falling asleep, while Long Qing was renovating the bungalow. As for furniture and the like, someone would surely bring them over—he wouldn’t let Long Qing and Yingzi live in such bare conditions.

“One piece can be exchanged for five hundred spirit stones?” Before Yulinglong could finish, Baili Dengfeng chuckled and spoke up.

If it were a Void Entity at the Celestial God realm personally using techniques to relocate Mu Qilin, the absolute gap in strength would be immense. Chen Xiao would have no choice but to withdraw.

Staring at the fiercely burning corpse of the demon bull, Ye Han’s expression was icy cold, a raging fire of anger blazing in his heart.

He had learned from fleeing demon tribes that demon soldiers suddenly appeared in the Western Wilderness Demon Domain and had entered the human realm.

When the old master finally finished writing the exchange note, he looked up and saw Director Chen standing nearby.

“Since you both believe Wu Di did not cheat, then he certainly did not. I hereby declare Wu Di’s points valid.” The presiding elder cast a glance at Xiao Yi, his expression tinged with helplessness.

Chen Zheng suddenly sat up on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. As he had suspected, there were indeed spies around the Grass Pure Courtyard. He rose from the bed and pushed open the door. Unaware of the concealed presences nearby, a flash of blood-red light flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, he transformed into a shadow, melding into the night and vanishing without a trace.

Gu Tianxue’s thoughts stirred; she took a gold ingot from her spatial ring and tossed it to Tiansheng. The ingot was impressively thick and heavy, and Tiansheng weighed it in his hand, feeling its substantial weight.