Volume One, Chapter 23: Very Familiar

She even wants me to pay five hundred high-grade spirit stones for her in advance? She can keep dreaming. With that many spirit stones, she could absorb them herself instead of spending them.

“Yes, there is indeed such a cosmetic technique in the world. You know so much about it, which means you used it yourself. You’re nothing but a counterfeit,” Wu Yong retorted, unwilling to give way. In moments like this, losing momentum means the truth no longer matters.

This person is truly a sinister blade in the hand of a sage, leaving wounds that sting, making Jiang Ning furrow her brows.

Her gentleness is not like Zhao Cangzhi’s crafted mask—it’s a warmth that makes one feel as if bathed in spring from the inside out.

It’s not just Suizhu saying it; she genuinely doubts whether the garrison in Xiang City has ever washed their clothes since the end times began.

When Chen Baobao and Chen Beibei desperately needed Suizhu, she didn’t come to comfort the siblings at once, but had time to stay by other children’s side?

The host trembled as a corpse, riddled by bullets, was carried past her.

Li Yanan belongs to a special profession—one even more peculiar—and it’s hard to comment. Luckily, he’s just a turtle who can feign ignorance. So he scratched his belly shell and stretched out his legs, quietly listening.

Some men were brothers, so their household received twenty pounds of sugar. Others had only one, and ten pounds was not too little. Joyful, as if celebrating New Year.

“If you want to know if it’s real, just have brother-in-law check her pulse,” Xie Ting’an replied.

“That’s right, by seniority, Master Zhishan is first among the elders!” Their words overflowed with admiration.

Qin Ming also knew that a script for such a major event would never pass so easily. No matter his talent or ability, he had to undergo the same tests and review as everyone else before filming.

Liu Dingtian took two steps forward. Just entering the city, he heard news about spatial rifts, which shocked him. Logically, such news shouldn’t spread so wildly—it made no sense.

Hearing Qin Ming’s reaction, Cheng Xin laughed. She replied to his message: “Good night.” Then lay in bed, closing her eyes in happiness.

Arriving at the well, he pressed his right index and middle fingers together and pointed into the depths. The sound of rushing water echoed forth as a column of water sprayed up, obediently coalescing into a floating mass above Liu Dingtian’s head, starting to rain down.

Celia cared nothing for the first two consequences; she only knew that the last was absolutely forbidden.

The tribe worshipped the mountain god, hoping to escape misfortune, to receive the god’s protection, for their people to prosper, and to catch more prey in the future. All of it tied closely to their present troubles and hopes for tomorrow.

That’s why, after the ceremony, everyone gathered around Bao Rui—to see if they could uncover anything from the soul artifact and cauldron.

Qin Ming had words he couldn’t say, so he kept rolling his eyes at John. Zhao Rui watched Qin Ming’s frustration and chuckled quietly.

Two masses of gas slowly formed human shapes; the contours of faces gradually emerged—Sun Yuan and Zett.

“Yes, yes, I’ll go tell Ge Ping right away. Rest assured, Princess, my lips are sealed—not a word will get out.” Su Ying feigned fear, bowing and saluting, making Jin Luo laugh and threaten to hit her.

In some places, challenge groups formed to share experiences and participate together. If someone succeeded, they’d split the profit equally.

“This is five thousand Hong Kong dollars. Take it, and give me Mr. Zhuo’s information,” the middle-aged man handed the cash to the young man.

The realm of nourishing the organs, as its name suggests, cultivates the energy of the five viscera, making him wield the Five Thunder Divine Arts even more freely.

That night, as usual, was quiet except for the chirping insects. But by midnight, undercurrents began to stir.

“Is that all… is that really all?” Li Tianran stared at the sea of lightning below, frowning in confusion. If the apostles were only this capable, how did they dare confront him?

Where she was now seemed utterly unfamiliar; she was sure she’d never been here before.

Three days ago, when she saw that post, Li Tianran didn’t think much of it, only assuming some people were unusually curious.

Sure enough, the whispers around them faded, but even with Lin Hong’s claim, no one believed her. Could someone understand the theme of the shoot perfectly without saying a word?

Never mind that Wang Shuangyu was fickle—even if she were upright, she was never a daughter of a wealthy family.

“She married me first,” Ximen Piaoxue paid him no heed, never treating him as an emperor. Just as before, he was a fellow traveler—another figure of the martial world.

When the attribute [Lock] meets [Unlock], it becomes a pure contest of the users’ abilities.

Meng Mu, still deep in thought, shuddered at those words, staring in shock at the confident man in white. How was this possible? In just a blink, had she already finished?

Yet, for some reason, this whale had wandered inland and suddenly wreaked havoc at the Mingzhu Port docks.

Though Zhen Bei still showed him no kindness, in secret she etched every word he spoke deeply in her heart.

Although Magistrate Ma arranged for handmaids to attend her, Princess Ya, who had been surrounded since childhood, envied Zhen Bei’s independence after they met, and refused to let servants follow her.

But Edward paid no attention to any of this. He went straight to the window and drew the curtains. The 180-degree arc window offered a view of the entire neighborhood.

Ye Fantian had thought that founding the Heavenly Gate would take at least several months, but surprisingly, it was established in just seven days.

The human world bustled, and everyone hid their demon aura. In a moment of distraction, Leng Xue failed to notice that Changyuan had already entered.