Chapter 52: Celebration.

With Yuan Haochen's current power and status, securing a quota on the space city for Chen Shuqin was a truly trivial matter. However, Yuan Haochen still chose to apply for and prepare a more specialized cryogenic laboratory for Chen Shuqin under the guise of life science and cryo-resuscitation technology research projects.

Yet, upon second thought, realizing that the speaker was Yelev, the bearded Russian vice-dean of the School of Chemical Engineering, everyone had no choice but to believe it.

The helpless part, however, was that during this period he was the chancellor, and since he did not suppress the trial of this policy, it could be considered as tacit approval from Chancellor Cai. Consequently, a share of the political fruits of that term naturally fell to the chancellor, allowing old crafty Cai to reap the benefits once again.

This spatial realm had actually always been tended by Ming Cong. The variety of plants was not extensive, consisting mostly of fruit trees and medicinal herbs. Fortunately, many ornamental flowers actually possessed medicinal properties as well, so even though the realm did not feature a wide variety of cultivated plants, they were still present nonetheless.

Judging by the Chan master's words, could these bailiffs really be daring enough to destroy that charitable asylum? Wouldn't that put Lady Zhang in grave danger?

Without pausing his steps in the least, he walked unhurriedly to the corridor just like at first, pushed open the door, and then gently closed it behind him.

However, at this moment, Ye Chen was already too astonished to speak. He looked up at the sky, only to see a blue sky with white clouds, and a sun emitting a faint, gentle radiance... This was simply too staggering.

A Dao said, "He has admitted it in person, how could there be any mistake?" With a single palm strike executed with the "Heaven-turbid Sea-stirring" technique, Dong Caiqi flicked his fingers to deflect the force, and with a sudden explosion nearby, a large pine tree was blasted into dust.

Chen Lingxu's eyes lit up as if experiencing a sudden and profound enlightenment. He waved his long whip, which whistled through the air while faintly exuding spiritual energy. However, his injuries were far too severe, and suddenly the world went black before him as he collapsed softly to the ground.

Right at that moment, Panyan swallowed hard and saw a figure standing on the roof of the temple. The figure was exceptionally tall, about two zhang, with legs like those of a flea measuring a full zhang. The upper body was human-like, clad in a filthy, tattered long robe, holding a wooden staff in hand with a curved head atop which an orange orb of light flickered.

To call him a paramount figure at the pinnacle would hardly be an exaggeration. Moreover, to be honest, among the people on exceptionally good terms with Xia Yuan, there were flocks of ministerial-level officials, and even more at the provincial-ministerial level.

Li Yan-yang was baffled, and then he heard them introducing themselves one by one: someone from the Clearing Clouds Sect, someone from the Crouching Dragon Gate, all of which actually had legitimate origins. To his surprise, Li Yan-yang spotted Sima Yi among them, along with some independent figures who claimed to belong to various street and alley Jianghu wandering factions.

If he were facing Ye Long's schemes, he could still wait until the moment of the family coming-of-age ceremony to resolve them.

"My wife, please don't worry. I suspect he must be the master of the Biyou Palace. You should be able to find his whereabouts by looking at an intelligence-trading post." Even though he was cursing Leng Yan to high heaven in his heart, Su Ze still gently advised Mu Qiu. Although he held a grudge against Leng Yan because Mu Qiu had shed tears for him several times, he nevertheless hoped that he was safe.

"What you just did was protecting the security of this country. Of course there are rewards in the form of recorded merits, but as for what you really want, there isn't any—just a record of your contribution, though a promotion is certainly possible." Knowing that Li Yan-yang was guarding the scene, Ning Qianxun simply struck up a conversation with him.

Juesha had already made up her mind to follow Yun Zijing, so how could she easily leave just because of a few words from her?

"I see, I understand. By the way, Senior Sister Mingyue, will you, your husband, and Qingyu be coming with me to the Yuelan Continent?" Ling Ximo briefly shared her situation with Long Mingyue, along with an introduction to the various continents, and guessed that Mu Qiu and the others must have been teleported to different continents.

Jiang Dongwei stood up, walked over to the table, casually picked up a piece of osmanthus cake in front of him, and took a bite. He wept—it was not a dream; he was standing up.

Liu Jianguo, lagging one step behind Gong Wuxie, kept his gloomy gaze fixed on Gong Wuxie, a look of puzzlement flashing in his eyes as he watched the butterfly linger on Gong Wuxie's hand.

At this moment, Han Dong was deep within the Tianhuang Mountains, and certain factions seemed to have also glimpsed a turning point, dragging Han Dong down into the muddy waters amidst this struggle.

Though advanced in age, she was quick on her feet as she walked in carrying a tray, placing two cups of coffee and her homemade handmade cookies on the stone table.

On the other side, the other two chieftains also fell to the ground under the encirclement of four blue-eyed zombies, which immediately pounced upon their bodies to devour them.

Although his comprehension had just been interrupted, the Fire Law was not something that could be grasped in a day or two. The insights he had just gained would already provide immense assistance to his future comprehension of the fire attribute laws. Continuing to meditate further would yield little additional benefit, so he was no longer willing to entangle himself further and instead wanted to end the battle swiftly.

Han Youyou looked forward to Xu Rongrong stepping onto the peak of her life and becoming a shining new star in the entertainment industry.

Deng Ai, however, did not give him the chance to be awed; his silver spear thrust forward in a spiral motion, the second strike coming like a grim reaper's fatal blade, roaring directly toward his face.

Yet, earth-shaking changes were taking place within his body at this moment: the original World Force and Destruction Force had vanished completely without a trace, replaced instead by a peculiar, milky-white energy.

"There's... no need for that, sleeping in the corridor will do." Over the past few days, they had been sleeping directly in the lobby with their backpacks as pillows and coats as blankets; why stand on so much ceremony?

Tang Yan looked up briefly, pointed at her cell phone, and then pointed at Qiao Xia, finally arriving at a tacit understanding. No wonder she had been wondering when her big brother had ever bought a domestic mobile phone, and a pink one at that—it was simply bursting with cuteness.

Bo Zimu remained silent, leaning quietly against the car door. He was also quite curious to hear what his mother had to say, especially since she hadn't been home very often these past few days, heading out earlier and returning later each day.

I recalled what the person in my dream had said to me: sit quietly and feel it, perhaps this would allow me to relax.

At a single glance, he could tell that the saber techniques within the manual were exceptionally superior. Once mastered, his own sabermanship would improve by at least one realm.

That was why Constantine had paid no heed as he fully manifested the Candle Dragon before Ye E, and Ye E had likewise successfully obtained a chance for re-replication.