Volume 1, Chapter 25: Ah! Is she being rude?

Seeing the look on his face, Xia Niannian inexplicably felt like one of those scumbags in a soap opera who, having finished taking advantage of the heroine, is about to pull up his pants and walk away.

The monk sat as still as an ancient pine rooted in the earth, his fingers rhythmically counting the prayer beads. His plain, yellowish robes were clean and simple, and the thin curls of incense smoke drifted straight up toward the heavens. Such a scene is rarely seen in modern life, appearing only during the most significant of festivals or ceremonies.

The Taiji Diagram and the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth—Taoist Wuxing knew clearly that, by any means necessary, his true self had to obtain these two primordial treasures.

At the Nordic headquarters of the Snow Night mercenary organization, Lone Wolf received the news of Zhui Feng’s demise. He uttered the word "good" three times in a single breath and then burst into loud laughter, leaving his confidants at the door completely bewildered.

Being woken up early in the morning by a kind-hearted girl—such a stroke of luck was not unusual for Han Shengqi, though whether he would cherish it was another matter entirely.

Li Feng was unaware that Sharp Knife had been lying in wait for him for quite some time. However, after parking his car and taking only a few steps, he sensed that something was amiss. He did not know who Sharp Knife was, but the man lurking furtively in the shadows of the courtyard was clearly no upright character.

Whenever Konus, Huoyan, Nana, and the others thought of the super rewards they would receive after defeating Huangfu Yi, the corners of their mouths would curl upward in faint, anticipatory smiles.

The impact of a powerful entity intervening in local affairs was far too great. While Daoist Master Qingwei was pulling out all the stops to track his whereabouts, he could not afford to cause too much of a stir. Thus, a single peerless Golden Elixir suppressing a continent was more than sufficient.

After thinking it over carefully, Han Shengqi realized he had indeed seen this person before—back when he participated in the World Youth Poker Tournament. At that time, this man had been standing not far from Vivian, watching her compete against Han Shengqi.

"Oh my god, I really didn't hear you clearly just now!" Zhang Xiao immediately wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Let’s go, let's head to the competition." For Zhang Xiao, Ronaldo was an idol among idols, a god-like figure. Obtaining his autographed soccer ball would be a massive bragging right.

"This..." Li Feng hesitated. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he worried that if he did, he would have no time left to spend with Xue Yan.

I remained silent, and Chen Hao had no objections. It was best to stay out of other people's affairs and let the parties involved sort it out themselves; otherwise, you might end up offending someone without even knowing the full situation.

"If no one has any objections, let’s move," Nordland exhaled a long breath and stretched his limbs; he knew he was in for a grueling time ahead.

Gazing at Qiao Long’s venomous and hideous expression, a cold smirk appeared on Yun Changkong’s solemn face. Without a moment’s hesitation, all eight of his clones appeared instantly, and together, the eight of them charged toward Qiao Long and his men.

Xiao Yue immediately leaned against a large tree, hiding Qingshui Wuchen behind it, while he pulled a large handful of arrows from his quiver and stuck them into the ground beside him.

But it was too late to say anything now. Blaming himself for his loose tongue, the seventh-rank God-realm expert had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward. Fortunately, everything went smoothly; Yun Changkong did not resist in the slightest, even offering a smile to the seventh-rank expert that made the latter’s blood run cold.

Everyone burst into laughter. Things had been going smoothly for some time, and they had reaped great rewards; naturally, everyone was in high spirits.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the four diagnostic methods: looking, listening, inquiring, and pulse-taking. Unable to ask about the symptoms or check the pulse, Chen Haoran could only rely on observation to judge Liu Chenggong’s condition.

Xue Lengyu felt a chill on her chest and realized with a start that her outer garment had been removed. This shock was more intense than any she had felt before. While Zhan Fengsong had always been forceful in his embraces and intimacy, it had always been over her clothes, and he had never been this crude or overbearing.