Volume One, Chapter 51: No Newspaper Will Accept Your Manuscript

Qingtian watched the scene before him with an impassive expression. Suddenly, he slowly approached Mo Qing’er, who had been struck down by the long sash and now lay to the side. He stopped three paces away from her, and two words slipped coldly from behind his ghostly mask.

He Linlang could hardly believe it as she gently touched her own face. The pitted, uneven texture was gone, replaced by skin as smooth as polished jade.

Dressed warmly in her padded cotton jacket, Su Wannian walked through the snow, feeling her spirits lighten naturally.

Perhaps it was because, after searching the entire house, they hadn’t found any silver or valuables. When Su Wannian and Madam Xu met in the kitchen, Madam Xu wore a dark, sour expression and passed by without so much as a greeting.

But if there is such a thing as another life, I hope I can meet him before Su Wannian does, and fall in love with him all over again.

The moment Ye Lingxi stepped inside, her first impression was of spaciousness and brightness. Along the walls stood display shelves filled with ornate brocade and jade boxes. Beside each box was a tag describing in detail the box’s contents, its grade, and its uses.

“Luoxi, this place is so strange. Where is the black smoke coming from? There shouldn’t be poisonous fumes underground, and it doesn’t seem like a volcanic crater!” Wu Yuan asked me as he flew.

“Don’t worry, do you really think he can’t take care of me? Heh…” Elder Le’s first words were unequivocal, but the latter half turned the statement into a jest that was not entirely a joke.

“Then, Yao’er, take me to see your father,” Madam Jiang said, gripping Jiang Yunyao’s hand with some agitation.

At this moment, Chang’an also mounted a counterattack. Enormous stones arced gracefully over the city walls, crashing down into the army below.

“Despicable scoundrel! We were careless! Ahui, I’m sorry you had to suffer with us…” Jiang Ziran fumed with rage.

A burst of wild laughter. Perhaps afraid that Gao Xun’s laughter would draw unwanted attention, Li Jia’en instinctively reached out and clamped a hand over his mouth.

“How could you be so clumsy? You managed to roll off the bed and onto the floor. How can I trust you to Concubine Xue’s care?” Dongfang Jin couldn’t help but scold after hearing Dongfang Yu’s words.

It was time for a conclusion. Gao Xun knew that every story must end. Where there’s a wedding, there must be an outcome—but he hadn’t expected this ending to involve himself.

However, upon hearing the exchange, Ye Wuchen’s face turned deathly pale. The big yellow dog, eating happily at his feet, let out a whine and bolted, tail tucked. The once-crowded street froze for a heartbeat, then emptied as swiftly as autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

At the foot of Hallasan, Gao Xun and Tiffany had arrived at just one of its many entrances, but the trailhead near the parking lot was already crowded with tourists. Most were middle-aged, with young people in the minority.

Her expression shifted; she knew all too well the notorious potency of that poison. Yi Yun had walked over to the grandfather and grandson, sighing. He was no stranger to life and death, and now, with his own safety in jeopardy, he couldn’t care whose misfortune it was. Separating their fingers, he was surprised to find both their blood to be normal.

Getting up, Gao Xun grabbed something handy—a means of self-defense. Not for fighting or grappling, but to protect himself from an enraged tigress.

She had dug up a great many herbs today, and those she’d gathered yesterday had nearly finished drying. She collected them and set them aside.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Feng Jue, leaning against the window, slowly opened his eyes. Those clear, tranquil pupils now seemed to flicker with the light of midsummer, as if a beam of sunlight had pierced the endless glacial abyss.

Her roommates chuckled. They never doubted Jiang Ling’s fairness; after all, he’d just led all the boys to protect Lin Qiuyu a few days before.

Money, after all, must be produced tangibly, but a team’s needs could often be met by “piggybacking.”

Gu Yang, Gu Jin, and Feng Jue all studied physics at Huada University, in the same class. Gu Yang and Gu Jin even shared a dormitory.

Now that the savage divided consciousness appeared completely separated from its original form, and since it also feared death, there was a chance to turn it.

The arrest of these people wouldn’t affect him directly, but he wondered if it might draw someone’s attention his way. He felt uncertain.

Qing Qinghe started in surprise. Brother Jiang Ling had asked him to fetch her—why hadn’t he been told she was his classmate?

The hawking peddler, the limping junk-collecting aunt, the youthful couples in their school uniforms radiant with energy, and the irascible city inspector—all formed a tapestry of urban life.

“You want one?” Jiang Si generously poured another black pill from the bottle and handed it to Hong Zhong.

As the wild laughter echoed, Qian Dang drew ever closer to Mu Xue. In that moment, nearly every member of the Snow Tribe felt as if their hearts had plunged into an abyss.

Chen Yi and Guanyin spoke in unison, both utterly astonished. They’d heard that the most powerful fire in the Three Realms belonged to the Grand Supreme Elder’s Samadhi Flames, but had never heard of anything called the Sixfold True Flame.

The landscape here formed a funnel, flanked by mountains and dense forest. If one arrayed troops at the funnel’s base, they could repel an enemy force several times their own size. For this reason, the Song army chose to make their stand here, blocking the enemy’s advance.