Volume 1, Chapter 36: How Did Hua Changle Come to Receive Such Special Treatment?

She followed the beam of light before her and walked for quite some time, until she heard the gentle murmuring of a stream.

"Really? That’s unfortunate. Your father made several of your favorite dishes today," Chi Lingyan said, his brow furrowed and his gaze suspicious.

Pang Qing naturally understood, but as for the matter of Yu Anxia... that was how many years ago? Weren't they not even close back then? Besides, she had only made those snide remarks because she wanted to get back at Ding Yujun.

She had exhausted every effort to catch a glimpse of the Ninth Master of the Qi family, yet it had been as difficult as ascending to heaven. Who would have thought she would run into him today while visiting Master Chi in the hospital?

Now, her supernatural abilities had grown a fraction stronger. No longer would specters and demons be able to spy on her in the shadows; in her eyes, the world would become much clearer, and the future would grow increasingly bright.

She took everything in stride and never bore grudges against herself—that was one of the few instances of childishness in her life. She simply didn't want to deal with him anymore; it would be best if they never crossed paths again. He was just too difficult to get along with.

Although the topic Master Fang had set was unorthodox, it immediately put the skills and capabilities of the younger generation to the test.

"How much money he earns has nothing to do with me. Regardless, the money I earn is my own, and I spend it with peace of mind!" Chi Shuyan said.

Seeing that the environment was pleasant, the tension among everyone eased slightly. As the mission instructions had not yet appeared and they did not know how many days they would be staying here, having a comfortable environment was quite important.

Thus, Boss Bu added a blower; it wasn't expensive, just a few hundred yuan anyway.

As the Ground-Digger approached, the people around bowed one after another, as if welcoming their king.

Everyone looked speechlessly at this pair of dim-witted individuals, unable to help but admire the toughness of their nerves—at a time when everyone else was feeling miserable, these two heartless creatures could actually bicker over trivial matters. They were truly unique talents...

"She went to buy some clothes. She said she was worried about disturbing us upon her return, so she wanted to stay outside," Cao Xin explained.

Xin Dalong replied with a smile, "There's nothing to fear even if you do encounter one; you're being discharged soon anyway." Once Pu Tianxiu finished eating, Xin Dalong went to process the discharge paperwork.

"The Hongmen?" Wang Chen frowned slightly. It was a universally acknowledged saying in Asia that "all great masters hail from the Hongmen." Although it was just a saying, it indirectly illustrated the influence the Hongmen held among the major families across Asian countries.

"After you, Elder," John Rothschild walked alongside the Hongmen elder, with Lante Rothschild and the bald middle-aged man following behind.

He had brought her along because he needed her help. If he didn't require her assistance, why would he have insisted on bringing her?

PS: In response to everyone's strong requests, I have broken up the previously undivided chapters. I thought it would be a simple task, but it exhausted me like a dog.

Yu Xi’s forehead broke out in sweat. He didn't know if it was from excitement or nerves. Thinking of how much importance the company placed on Si Huang’s new album and the quantity produced in this batch, he exhaled in slight relief.

He had so many, many things he wanted to say, but none of them would come out. It was his own incompetence as an older brother that had forced his own sister to the battlefield to kill enemies, and that had led to her becoming a prisoner of the enemy state, suffering so much.

An Ran kept her eyes on Zhaozhao from a distance. She saw Zhaozhao reveal her children's watch, while that handsome young man took out his phone.

The sunset filtered through the fretwork windows, casting its glow on her sharp, pointed face. Xu Hongyu wore fish-scale armor, her hair tied up with a jade hairpin.

There were rumors that they had signed many endorsement deals recently, but Lu Yuanwu had been in the industry for half a lifetime; he should still be able to afford the breach of contract fees.

His stomach and intestines were as fragile as paper now; for the past few months, he had only been able to eat soft foods.

Not only were there lantern riddles and lanterns, but the Emperor himself would come to the Shuntian Gate at the outermost perimeter of the palace to observe the festivities with the people, sharing in the joy of the masses.

The clarification video released by the hotel staff was like a pebble dropped into the ocean, failing to stir up even a single ripple.

Cornell was temperamental and cruel. Because of Zhou Cibai, he had grown to hate him as well. That day, Shen Xiuwan had actually spent her time in his hands.

But it didn't matter. Gong Enze took care of her with all his heart, keeping her company until he finally moved her, leading her to fall in love with him. They held their wedding in the Sang Kingdom and became husband and wife.

The other party’s words were unpleasant, so she didn't hold back either. What if this person really was one of Huo Yan’s former lovers?

However, the mobility of an army of fifty thousand was clearly no match for a cavalry of three thousand. By the time they arrived, there was nothing left but a field of corpses lying wretchedly on the ground. These bodies still held their warmth, and blood was still flowing.

Number Thirty-Six’s body was fully exposed, and invisible sword energy swept over Zi Xuan. The clothes she wore had been crafted by her cousin—a battle garment designed to protect her.

The Purple Emperor was startled, sticking out his tongue in fright and laughing at the two of them. The pair were amused by the Purple Emperor’s antics and laughed along. Unable to continue their argument, they sat down.

Ashina Helu kept his eyes closed, his voice devoid of any warmth. Every soldier standing in the grand tent held their breath, fearing they might invite disaster upon themselves. Ashina Helu was like a bomb thrown into a fire, ready to explode at any moment.

"You wretch! Just you wait!" Ma Shanglong gritted these words through his teeth, turned around, and walked back into the restaurant, heading straight for a private room on the top floor.

"Is this the 'matter of life and death' you told me about?" Du Mengqing looked at the group of police officers before her, a flash of helplessness crossing her face. She had received a message from Lin Jie a few minutes ago saying that a major emergency had occurred here. She had thought the building was on fire or something, never imagining she would see a scene like this.

Qin Jiu, thick-skinned as ever, inched a little closer. She actually wanted to pounce on him, but she was afraid that the folding fan in Qin Jue’s hand would show no mercy.