Volume 1, Chapter 32: Taking the Initiative to Hunt the Tiger in the Mountains

Although Wang Changsheng serves as the village chief, Siwa Village cannot prosper as long as he remains. If this malignant tumor continues to exist, his future actions will inevitably be severely restricted. In particular, the villagers who depend on Wang Changsheng for their livelihood are easily coerced into acting against him. Should they choose to cause trouble, many of his plans would be thwarted.

As night fell, the three of them drifted into a deep sleep. By the time Liu Feng awoke the next morning, the two sisters had already prepared breakfast. It was meat porridge once again—the standard morning fare in their household now. Their standard of living had become one of the best in the village. After eating, Liu Feng exercised in the courtyard; training was essential to maintain his combat...

Ruan Daxiong was somewhat perplexed. "I know my wife's heart, but tell me, Dumb Beggar, how do you know? That Tu Xianzhong is cruel in the extreme. In the face of such violence, how can you be sure my wife won't have a change of heart?"

Such severe losses were more than even the Yun family could bear, despite their vast wealth and influence; it was the kind of damage that struck at the very marrow of their foundation.

Stunned by the sudden blow, Zou Ye loosened his grip, and the spear naturally fell into Chen Feifan’s hands. Seeing this, the onlookers sighed and shook their heads, all convinced that Yun Xiao had surely been blasted into nothingness, leaving not even a bone behind. It was a tragic end for such a heaven-sent talent.

"We’re already here, and we’re here to deliver something. Do you really think Bai Jun would harm us?" Lu Yu countered.

Yin Yufeng was retaliating. *You dared to mock me, Ruan Daxiong, so now I shall mock you in return to regain my dignity.*

Every dish would be infused with "Bodhisattva Yarn." Consuming it was not only harmless but could actually strengthen the soul. A strengthened soul prevents concussions from severe head trauma and guards against becoming a vegetative state. It also enhances mental capacity; naturally, one must consume a sufficient amount to see an increase in intelligence.

The training grounds were vast, with each disciple assigned a fixed area they were strictly forbidden to cross. If anyone were to trespass into another’s territory, the rules dictated that both master and disciple would be punished together, suffering the heavy blows of the Soul-Devouring Staff.

Within the golden light lay an endless expanse of clouds and mist, and amidst the haze, a flower resembling a golden luan bird flickered in and out of view, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance like orchids and musk.

"Prepare yourself well. They are important guests, after all; don't embarrass us," Lu Hen said, turning to leave.

"It’s not that I wanted to kill her; it’s just that she was unlucky," Zhang Jianbin said, a bloodthirsty smile curling his lips.

Such an examination was beyond the capabilities of ordinary research institutions, yet she could not explain more to Gu Jingchen. If not for the need to retrieve her grandmother's heirloom, she would never have returned to the Yu family or agreed to Yu Huazong’s terms.

Wu Dao felt a tremor in his liver as he sat down; since he hadn't ordered the dishes, the cost was impossible to gauge.

The man wearing a jacket marked with the Martial Artists Association logo was left in shock at the sight, engraving Gu Feng’s face deeply into his memory.

Jiang Qianrao’s memories, a bittersweet tapestry of love and hate, were brutally torn open. Forced back to reality, she looked over her shoulder to see Ji Xiaocheng in hot pursuit.

Li Jinglun heard Su Zhongyue mention a better song, and regardless of whether it was written by his student or not, he felt compelled to listen.

Old Zhao’s home was not far from there, located in White Mist Town on the outskirts of Yangcheng. It wouldn't delay them too long, so they shouldn't be late for their investigation that evening.

Ji Xiaocheng’s gaze was searing, filled with such deep affection that one could not help but become intoxicated by his profound look.

To Yelü Yanxi, as long as he could drag the war out for a year or a year and a half, he could make a comeback. Launching a counter-offensive against the Great Jin at that point would not be difficult.

To hinder the Tang army’s construction, Liu Yunfang ordered Wang Junkuo to lead his cavalry from the north to circle west of Tongzhou City, where they harassed the Tang soldiers building the bridge.

She did not want to be branded a "traitorous old woman" in the future—at least not in Nogizaka—nor did she want her first-generation companions to be unsure of how to treat her.

The General of the North seemed to have arrived here today by chance, but who could know his true intentions? From his elders, he had heard that Su Zhongqing, the second young master of Anning, was a typical wastrel, known only for his debauchery and shameful deeds.

Without hyperspace lanes, travel between star systems takes anywhere from a month to a year or more.

Ji Fu scanned the room, her gaze landing on the tightly shut door. Recalling the conversation she had just overheard, a sinister and eerie smile slowly spread across her lips.

Both of their goals were the upcoming League Tournament, so they planned to travel around challenging various gyms first.

It was merely physical depletion, which could be gradually restored with medication. Heart disease, however, was different; it was a lethal, hereditary condition, and there was no treatment other than a transplant.

Jiang Jinshang was naturally fair-skinned. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his complexion pale to the extreme, and an aura of "keep away" radiated from him.

If Duke Ayton were the only one holding the line, he had no confidence in securing reinforcements from their home planet.

On a secret island base in the East Sea, Zhao Anya finished reciting the three newly established prohibitions to Ba She.

"You didn't notice?" Liaoyuan frowned, glancing around. He couldn't have been wrong; there were signs that a soul entity had been there.

It was as if he were saying, "Look at you, so ignorant of the world!" But Li Guang ignored Zhu Yunwen’s disdain.

And who could that "Mr. Zheng" from Boss Quan’s phone call be? The situation was likely not as simple as it appeared on the surface. He would have to have Kou Shanshan investigate if there were any suspicious contacts at MT Media.

"An ancient prescription? It seems I must pay a night visit to the Gu and Tang families." Liao Xin gripped the scar-removal cream, squeezing the ointment out until it fell onto the table.

Mining was always the primary industry here, so Dark knew it was wrong to occupy such a space without putting it to use.

She simply couldn't fathom how a gossip interview about a celebrity could possibly be linked to unrelated military secrets.

The electrocuted ghost had a charred patch on his chest, and a wisp of black smoke drifted slowly from the wound. The ghost looked down at his own chest.

The man had intended to answer Huo Dong, but after a twitch of his lips, he remained silent.

"War Wolf" cursed his luck. He had aimed his shot at the snow wolf’s forehead. Although he hadn't hit a vital point, he believed that at such close range, even the toughest wolf skull could not withstand that bullet.