Volume 1, Chapter 34: Making Countless Enemies

Ye Yuntang’s phoenix eyes lifted slightly, a trace of chill permeating her gaze as she parted her vermilion lips:
"Concubine Mei, your heart is truly too narrow."
"Well, you’ve seen what you came for, now you can leave," Qin Yu said, his snowy white beard trembling slightly.
After washing the fish, they were hung up to drain. Li Feng finished picking the leeks and went to fetch water, only to find the vat was empty.
You must understand, the fewer participants there are, the more cards remain in the dealer’s hand, making the situation far more complex.
Her expression remained unchanged, whether blood splattered across her face or a blade sliced through her body.
Although autumn had not yet arrived, the Su siblings were of humble status and meager strength; unlike the other villagers who could gather enough firewood in a day to last half a month, they had to accumulate it bit by bit.
"It is nothing, I simply wish to find some suitable equipment for Ling'er," Qin Xiaobai replied bluntly.
But Chang Zheming had no choice but to leave. If he died here, the army would truly be finished; as long as the commander lived, the army remained.
"If you want to fight, just do it. Why so much chatter?" Watching Che Langting and Sun Liaoliao retreat, Lin Fei launched her charge toward Hong Tianlei.
Meng Mingzhou was reluctant to go to the barracks, but he had no choice; even if his son’s hundred-day celebration was tomorrow, he still had to report for duty today.
And so, Xia Feng separated his men from Qingshui Town, finally establishing his own force.
In the surveillance room, Jin Yuanguo watched the battle between Wang Zhe and Xu Chi intently, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Jin Puhui, standing beside him, felt quite differently; she watched the two locked in combat with conflicted emotions, hoping to see Xu Chi defeat the hypocrite Wang Zhe, yet secretly wishing that Wang Zhe would not lose.
Liu Rui nodded and glanced at Guo Jia and Zhuge Liang, both of whom nodded back at Fa Zheng, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting, countless razor-sharp ice swords erupted, carrying a bone-chilling, skin-piercing radiance as they descended upon Di Shitian in a massive, all-encompassing volley.
Only then did Liu Han see her clearly. She walked to the table with a bewitching gait, said nothing, and simply turned on the stereo. A low beat and guitar melody emerged, and Yi Suwan began to sway her waist to the rhythm.
Black privacy curtains automatically rose over the windows, shielding the originally sky-blue glass completely.
As for Tang Seng, he had never witnessed such a scene and was quite frightened by Sun Wukong, though he was unharmed and eventually came out to meet him.
Liu Lu waited twenty minutes in silence before Young Master Qin climbed into the Bentley, clutching a set of documents identical to his own.
Liu Lu threw his helmet to the ground, picked up Tulafu’s "forgiveness green" one, and placed it on his head.
Approaching a cliff, Zhang Xun pressed his hands against the rock, vaulted upward with the momentum, and in the blink of an eye, had easily scaled the dozens-of-meters-high precipice.
She felt the weakness in her body diminish significantly, and the once searing, painful curse mark gradually ceased to ache.
"Wu Lingling, your desk-mate must be very sad, right? Working so hard only to place sixth..." At that moment, Wu Lingling had a string of curses she wanted to utter. Brother Wei didn't look sad at all; in fact, he looked almost happy. But she didn't dare say that. To say so would be to betray Brother Wei, wouldn't it?
However, ninety-nine percent of ability users would likely be stuck at this threshold; how could they possibly guarantee such a thing?