Volume One, Chapter 28: A Parent’s Heart on the Eve of Leaving Home

A gust of wind brushed past Jingxiu’s ear, carrying a faint, chilly fragrance. She turned her head, watching Huasu’s figure retreat into the distance with a dazed expression.

Having finished speaking, Ye An bowed slightly to the audience before slowly walking off the stage.

Prince Shen lifted his head to look at her. His gaze was filled with deep scrutiny and suspicion, much like a fox that had caught a pheasant, only for the pheasant to claim, "I am not a pheasant; I am a fox, too!" Would the fox believe it? Would Prince Shen believe it?

"So, this is what you care about." Yun Changge suddenly smiled. He released her, took the letter from between her fingers, and in his slender grasp, it instantly turned to ash.

"Do you really think an imperial decree can do anything to me? Hmph, anyone can be the Princess Consort, but not you. You are unworthy!" A cold sensation on her chin pulled Bu Tianyin’s wandering thoughts back to reality. She lifted her eyes without reservation to meet the gaze of Prince Shen, who had suddenly appeared before her.

Bu Tianyin, however, felt no apprehension. Hmph, once she recovered, she would find an opportunity to beat Wei Huan until her teeth fell out.

"The source of the eerie energy here must be inside this stone coffin!" said Shi Huankong, a Buddhist cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage, his expression grave. Within the dense aura of the seven emotions emanating from the coffin, he sensed something vaguely familiar. "Strange," he muttered.

However, Old Roy later encountered a problem common to all science-based players: the shipping costs for the equipment he crafted were too high, making it impossible to use them in mission worlds.

That afternoon, just after lunch, Chu Feng was preparing to accompany his mother to buy some vegetables when he suddenly received a call from Luo Na.

"Everyone, as you all know, there is only one item in this auction: the Guild Token in my hand." Wu Jiang held up the token, its crystalline metallic surface engraved with the word "Guild" on both sides.

Ding-dong, ding-dong... Qin Ming idly plucked a sequence of soothing, melodious arpeggios on his guitar.

Ren Jing said, "Star Lord, we worked through the night to transport the base’s largest Crystal Energy Unit No. 1 to the site!" The task was now complete.

Many years later, when he stood at the pinnacle of his field under the spotlight of thousands, his greatest sense of gratitude remained for those days at the Qingyang Martial Arts Hall. Facing things alone and thinking for himself had played a pivotal role in shaping his character.

He then turned and left. Cheng Xin watched Qin Ming’s retreating figure and smiled before bowing her head to clear away the meal he had just finished. A sudden feeling welled up inside her; she felt less like Qin Ming’s superior and more like his wife.

Teacher Tang walked to the room where the Type-C robots were kept in standby. After verifying her identity, she entered. Lying inside the large, capsule-like machines were other Type-C robots identical to Ilona.

Cheng Xin’s rare display of initiative filled Qin Ming with delight. He deepened the kiss, taking back control. Compared to her initiative, he preferred to be the one in charge at such moments.

Qi Hao felt Chu Feng’s tone was somewhat ambiguous, so he dared not respond, merely smiling in silence as she pulled his arm and continued walking forward.

However, the Overlord could not maintain his momentum. As he erupted with malice, his younger brother beside him shuddered. Resentment coiled around the Overlord, causing him to instantly deflate; he clutched his head and crouched down in agony. His brother’s condition was also dire, his legs beginning to tremble once more.

I prepared to stand right there and let him strike. The surrounding air was torn apart by the vibration of his blade. He blinked, his eyes filled with resolve, and swung his weapon toward me with lightning speed.

A staff. This made him even more formidable. As the shadows of the staff danced, the servants were knocked to the ground one after another. Once struck, they could only clutch their injuries and wail in pain, stripped of any ability to continue the fight.

Yet, there was one thing Murong Chen never understood: how Zheng Zha managed to keep his brain running at low power in such circumstances without suffering from atrophy.

Jiaonan City. During his inquiries, he learned that many items from the imperial palace had recently appeared on the market; if one wanted to acquire a piece or two, it was worth a look.

Of course, at such close range, Zhang Can could use his X-ray vision. However, through his black-and-white eyes, even with the X-ray effect, he could only perceive the skeletal structure and could not see the true appearance of the shadow.

In the world of the Three Kingdoms, Murong Chen had been a cavalryman, so these clones were equipped accordingly. Naturally, they required mounts, but these were not warhorses—they were Earth-Walking Dragons, large, crawling lizards, or, if you will, wingless Western dragons.

The people who appeared before Wuming and Murong Lianyu were none other than Dongfang Rouqing, who had been lingering at Wuming’s home. The Dongfang and Murong families were both prominent clans in China, but because Murong Lianyu had fallen out with her family long ago, she and Dongfang Rouqing had essentially no contact.

"Heaven, this is the path I must walk. But Ze’er has his own path, different from mine. I do not wish for him to follow in my old footsteps; one cannot force these things. Yet, the boy has not disappointed me. Among the younger generation, he can already be considered outstanding," the old master said with a spirited air.