Volume One, Chapter 58: If It Doesn’t Work, Resign

"A teachable young man who deeply understands the ways of the world. He is a piece of fine jade," Xu Shilin thought to himself.

Meniac peered over. A few broken lines were scrawled on the tattered paper: "Four looms, mandarin ducks know when to meet, wishing to fly together, pitying the distant parting in foreign lands, downpayment for spring waves, green grass at dawn's chill, facing each other in shame of red robes." The signature at the bottom indeed bore the three characters: Hu Sanyuan.

After entering, Li Bai first glanced around. Catching sight of He Zhongliang, Bai Xue, and the others, he strode forward.

Operating under the guise of such a noble cause while acting as a supervisor, Leng Bingxue felt not even a shred of guilt in her heart.

Speaking of arrogance, who could possibly surpass that lion? Yet, for him to commit such an act, how could they not be dumbfounded?

It seemed he still possessed some self-awareness, realizing he was not cut out to be an emperor, and thus chose neither to fight nor contend, aiming only to protect the Muzi royal lineage.

The search warrant clearly stated that Li Bai was suspected of colluding with demonic entities and trafficking state goods, and was required to report to Jiangling for investigation.

Chuxian's fourth brother, Ulanara Wuge, had exceptionally sharp eyes. With a single glance, he could tell Chuxian was on the verge of tears, and immediately wanted to rush over and ask if the Fourth Prince had bullied her.

"I just sensed an extremely powerful divine sense. You've been targeted!" the inner Demon Emperor gnashed its teeth and said.

Li Bai had only come with the mindset of watching a good show, planning to attend to his itinerary and the matter of cooperating with the Jixia educational institution once the grand banquet concluded.

Feeling humiliated, Erhei could only slip away in dejection. Upon returning home, he collapsed face-down onto the bed, refusing to get up for dinner no matter how much Aunt Song called him.

The Black Impermanence had truly departed. But since his soul had left, why hadn't Dad died?

It must be known that the Liu Group currently involved numerous industries, with real estate being one of them. However, the core business of Yang Yuhan's Xinyi Group was precisely real estate.

The two seemed to be still talking about something. Then, he saw her hand gently touching that young man's hair, just like the way she used to touch his hair back then.

"Stop messing around, will you? No matter what, you are the wife I value most. No one else will ever surpass your position in my heart," Xu An'an said.

It could be said that, apart from those top-tier super families capable of shaking the entire capital at a moment's notice,

The driver began to speculate about the identity of the villa's owner and why so many people were arranged to keep watch outside.

However, this chubby fellow looked like an ordinary layman, probably just trying to feign elegance to show off, and only had a superficial understanding of these things, right?

The fortune-teller asked for Han Lianyi's birth date and time, and then began pinching his fingers to calculate with a professional air.

"Really? Your strength isn't as great as I imagined," Shen Cong laughed out loud. Spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, he looked full of vitality, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

Hua Xian'er's sudden scream nearly frightened Zhu Fugui, who was in a similar state of shock beside her, right out of his seat.

She finally understood why the otaku could not move at all; his limbs and bones were filled with pure and surging true essence. Given his current condition, even if she didn't make a move, the fellow wouldn't live much longer.

The First Prince knelt down first, followed by Kayun Youmei, Mu Anchen, Mu Zhijing, various elders, commanders, division commanders, brigade commanders, and so on. In the distance, the imperial guards, close guards, and soldiers from various military branches all dropped to their knees in a wave.

"There's no helping it with this kind of thing. Without experiencing the preceding pain, how can one feel the subsequent pleasure!" The person had clearly transformed into a masochist.

Shen Cong nodded, waved at Ran Yu, and his figure gradually faded away. Ran Yu smiled and turned to walk toward those spheres of light. Coming here was naturally to challenge the throne. Although he knew he was still far from it, fighting against a king would serve as tempering for himself. Besides, one wouldn't truly die in the end. Where else could one find such a good thing in the outside world?

Upon arriving in this region, they had long since cast aside their arrogance and cruelty, originally estimating that the cultivators couldn't possibly be all that powerful. Unfortunately, reality far exceeded their expectations; they were practically scared to the point of almost fleeing back to the Western Continent.

In the unimaginably distant depths of the firmament, three supreme sovereigns were locked in fierce combat. From time to time, the aftermath of divine brilliance plummeted down onto the battlefield, instantly annihilating swathes of cultivators from both sides.

Yet today, he had unleashed his strongest strike, yet it proved utterly ineffective against Yue Wudi, forcing him to believe this reality.

She squatted beside the peony, orchid, and phalaenopsis flowers, inhaling their fragrance. The piercingly fresh scent was utterly intoxicating.

During the long wait, she couldn't tell if time was genuinely crawling, or if it was simply the knot of worry in her heart that made her feel so restless.

"This is my master's true-origin Qi, which can be used to examine injuries and diagnose illnesses," He Yunjian replied.

Because being able to stay with Jian Quan was already enough. Moreover, being able to quietly watch over him just like tonight, watching his progress and witnessing his single-minded dedication during martial arts practice—everything felt so blissful.

"The Four Extremes Sword Style?" When Liu Yi unleashed those four heaven-piercing sword images, the first to cry out in shock was Xian Ling'er, who looked at Liu Yi with utter disbelief.

Lin Ziyao smiled and said, "I belong to the Lin family." With that, she no longer restrained her aura, letting the cultivation fluctuation of the complete Nourishment Realm release without reservation.

"Innocent or not, whom I wish to marry is entirely my own decision," Mizhu shot him a reproachful glare, her demeanor stirring up a tempest of restless emotions in Xu Gu.

Watching this scene, Lin Ziyao wore a smile at the corners of her lips, though there was no warmth in her eyes. After taking a deep, lingering look, she turned and went upstairs.

"Alright then... I'll give you a better sword first. Follow me..." With that, Ye Zhiquan led Jian Quan to the Sword-Casting Hall, the very place where the evil spirit sword had been born.

"Therefore..." Byun Baekhyun suddenly lowered his head, the bangs across his forehead shielding the majority of his face.

"Your Majesty is wise. A war between our country and the Liao will break out sooner or later, and by then, this army can become a sharp blade in our hands," Gao Wei confessed frankly to Li Liangzuo.

The Black Eagle let out a cold snort, similarly drawing a dagger from behind his back and charging toward Tiankui.

She abruptly opened her eyes, but the scene before her was no longer the Hall of Seven Passions. All around her were only blooming flowers entangling winding vines, mist teasing the twisting air, and a fragrance awakening every cell with its allure.