Chapter 191: Sansan, Cheng Fei

Aside from that harrowing night at the hospital, Li Qingyun spent a remarkably pleasant confinement period.

Because of the incident involving Chen Guizhi, her superiors specially granted Gu Tingzhou a half-month leave to stay home, comfort, and care for his wife and child.

The pantry was well-stocked with plenty of meat and vegetables. Mother Gu took charge of preparing varied meals, serving five a day with everything running in perfect order.

Gu Tingzhou took primary responsibility for looking after Li Qingyun and their third child.

Following the birth order among the children, Gu Yanwei's nickname naturally became "Third Treasure."

As Gu Tingzhou and Li Qingyun kept calling her that, it eventually morphed into "San-san."

To absorb spiritual energy, one must deliberately forge the meridians, transforming the ordinary meridians within the body into spiritual neural pathways through a secret technique. This process is known as "Refining the Neural Pathways with True Essence." Once these spiritual neural pathways are successfully forged, it signifies that the inner macrocosm can connect directly with the outer macrocosm, linking the inside and the outside. Consequently, the speed of inner martial arts cultivation advances by leaps and bounds, multiplying several times over compared to before.

Ling Shan had subconsciously assumed that this mysterious Xuanyuan Palace was the cave itself, but that turned out not to be the case.

Over the years, he had tirelessly researched this project until his hair turned white, all for the sake of the day when the experiment would finally succeed.

Thus, he fixed his gaze entirely upon her, staring unblinkingly until she grew thoroughly embarrassed and lowered her head.

Just as this thought crossed Fermat's mind, Lisa suddenly let out an exclamation of shock, having seen Gong Ji ask his assistant to put on a blindfold, signaling that he was about to begin blindfolded solving. Meanwhile, on the other side, Nomanic had only just memorized the sixth Rubik's cube, highlighting a massive gap between the two competitors.

Suowei, residing parasitically within the soul of the Night Owl, possessed a clear understanding of the Night Owl's condition and accurately pointed out the core of his problem.

The move he had just used to repel the Dark Demon Flash clearly employed the profound mysteries of time, forcing the Dark Demon Flash back to the exact moment it had first erupted.

The protective jade talisman bearing the character "Qi" did even more than that. Deng Mao had no time to withdraw his overwhelming pressure when the character struck his chest like a heavy hammer, instantly shattering his protective aura and sending a grand-ranking venerable flying while coughing up blood, crashing heavily against the wall.

I glanced toward Huansu, whose shifting gaze signaled me to look at Shengyao. I propped one hand against my temple, seemingly casting a casual, unconcerned glance at Shengyao. Aside from looking slightly haggard—likely due to the demands of military scheduling—with faint dark circles under his eyes, he appeared completely normal at first glance.

Lin Lanzhi did not hesitate either, readily agreeing to He Chenyi's request without a trace of hesitation, neither acting overly formal nor showing any sign of pleasant surprise.

In an instant, only Yuan Shao and his eight trusted strategists remained in the council hall. No one spoke first; everyone simply waited for Yuan Shao to call upon them by name.

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium was roaring with cheers as the fans of both teams chanted in unison to rally their sides. They were all eager for their teams to claim the UEFA Champions League title and knew they needed to provide immense support away from home.

Not knowing what Chen Luo intended to do, Song Qingqing felt her heart pounding rebelliously. She first glanced at Yang Jiaxi, and seeing her nod in approval, she followed him out to the balcony.

"Zhang Xudong. I heard the provincial party secretary's official car entered Changhua County; why didn't you report this to the municipal authorities?" A dignified voice belonging to a middle-aged man came through the phone—it was none other than Tian Guoli, the mayor of Xining.

At that moment, the warm tears that had long filled Xiong Hengsheng's eyes could no longer be held back, streaming down his face in a torrent.

Liu Long could be considered as having been pushed onto a duck's roost. With Lü Bu as his direct superior and military orders acting as unyielding law, he possessed no right to refusal whatsoever.

"Forgive me, My Lord, this is all my fault," a young man in his early twenties standing beside the man hurriedly bowed with cupped hands, offering an apology.

"Jiang Sen, I am so sorry," Yi Xia finally managed to force out. Even she felt how dry her words sounded, but at that moment, she simply lacked the eloquent energy to explain further.

Just as Wang Yuexing was pondering this in secret, the miserable screams of the fifth disciple of the Three Ultimates Sect echoed across the area.