Volume One, Chapter 32: Within Books Lies a House of Gold

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The Dragon Breath Pool was an excellent place to cleanse the marrow and temper the bones. The longer one remained in the pool, the greater the improvement in one’s abilities.

Jin Chenxiao wore a dark expression as he walked straight past Gu Qingxin into his own room and slammed the door shut.

“Why are you all looking at me? I bought this car legally, and all the paperwork is in order.” Shen Jingnong’s gaze remained fixed on the iPad. Seeing that they had taken pictures of her car, she looked rather displeased.

Watching her earnest expression, Xiao Ran felt his heartbeat fall into disarray. He murmured inwardly, “Weiwei, do you know how happy I am that you came to me of your own accord?”

“I appreciate it, but I still have a great many matters to deal with. Please all leave.” The moment Chen Feng spoke, everyone exchanged silent glances before filing out one after another.

“I know.” With that, he slammed his fist down onto the table. The force was so great that it set the cup trembling with a faint, brittle rattle.

“So it was you who sent people to kill me?” Lin Fan had been furious with him, never expecting the man to confess without even being pressed.

Du Qinghuan had placed too much faith in her intelligence network and was far too proud and arrogant. In the confusion, she had overlooked the possibility that someone might turn the tables and use it against her.

For some reason, she did not feel oppressed or ill at ease in Lu Yanjin’s presence. Instead, she felt more relaxed. Though unwilling to grow close to or trust outsiders, she accepted his kindness while remaining on her guard.

On Monday, Lin Jiajia moved into the dormitory. Though there were plenty of rules, she finally had somewhere to stay.

Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, the First Emperor of the Ages. His entire life had been recorded in the annals of history. Even if some details had become unreliable after more than two thousand years, there was one thing historians could never have recorded incorrectly: his death.

I suddenly felt that his intense dislike of Zhao Yaru might also have something to do with the way Zhao Yaru was always targeting Zhou Jin.

“This is what you call having recovered?” Lu Wu crouched before him and asked in a deep voice. Then, with a callused hand, he wiped the tears from her face, took out a handkerchief, and cleaned his hand.

Once Shen Xi had completed a full month of postpartum confinement, she was eager to return to school. Zhuang Yan could not bear to part with her, so under the pretext of doing what was best for her, he forcibly extended her confinement to more than forty days.

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Mu Zhijun remained seated in silence and did not speak again. He seemed to be pondering something, his brows drawing together into a deep furrow and his jaw tightly clenched. From time to time, he glanced at her.

It seemed he would have to wait—wait until the Overgod had been upgraded and become more complete and powerful before forcibly enslaving this Sovereign of the Mortal Realm and turning him into one of his subordinates.

It seemed that my observations of the Netherworld were still insufficient. I did not know how they calculated these things. From what I had observed, the results were all more or less the same, with little variation. For now, dealing with the matter at hand was more important.

Granny Tao could no longer sit still. A ghost infant was easy to raise but difficult to send away. Once it formed a bond with a human—or began feeding on human blood, using blood to nourish itself—it became even harder to deal with.

Realizing how serious the situation was, Qi Yu raised his hand and placed another barrier at the mouth of the cave. Although he had warned the Dragon King and the others not to follow, so much time had passed that if they still had not gone back up, the Dragon King and Chu Yuan might come down looking for them.

Yes—then she shook her head again. The sight, especially when many people nodded and shook their heads together, made the Lu Qiao’er in Feng Wuqing’s arms giggle.

In her panic, she had actually driven the wooden sword into his chest. That was where he had once extracted heart blood to consecrate the Yin-Yang Stone. His old wound had not yet healed, and now he had suffered a new one. Her heart felt so constricted that she could not speak.

She was already exhausted and gasping for breath when she saw Jinfeng extend a hand toward her. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took it.

The carriage entered the palace and continued straight ahead without stopping. It was said that only Prince Chen’s carriage was permitted to travel within the palace grounds; all others had to dismount at the palace gate and undergo inspection. This showed just how formidable Mo Yu Jingchen was.

“Mother, stop swooning over him.” Yi’er looked at her with disdain. He could not stand the way she stared at him pensively. It always made him feel that his unscrupulous mother was plotting something against him behind his back.

At first, everyone saw only a point of silver light in his left palm, which was overwhelmed by the pure Yang crimson fire cultivated within his body and transformed into a fiery red glow. Before long, however, the crimson radiance had spread throughout his entire body. He looked as though he were bathing in raging flames. When his cultivation reached its utmost limit, he clenched his white teeth and struggled to endure. The veins at his temples bulged and twisted like earthworms, a sight that left everyone shaken.

The two gazed at each other with tender, lingering affection. In that moment, there was no world, no clamor of mortal life—only the clear, radiant reflection of each of them in the other’s eyes.

Father had come. Stepmother had come. Eldest Brother had come. Little Sister had come—and the Fifth Young Master Xia, who was about to marry Little Sister, had come as well?

So Xiao Yumin could first give her a taste of sweetness, then hurl her down mercilessly. That was what made it interesting, was it not?

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Thus, when a powerful enemy came to seize it by force, it would either kill its master or possess spiritual power greater than that of the divine weapon itself.

“So, with the very same punch, some people can execute it with breathtaking mastery, while others make it stiff and clumsy... That is a problem with the mind, not with the technique.”

He remembered the monk who had helped him before. Wishing to repay the favor, he had returned there and made inquiries for a long time, yet he still could not find the man who had driven the fishermen to gnash their teeth in hatred.

Below him stood five young men, all dressed in blue robes and carrying long swords on their backs. Their auras were remarkably powerful.

This time, the Celestial Strategy Manor had rarely taken decisive action, joining forces with the Provincial Governor’s Office. Together, the two sides had dispatched nearly thirty experts. With the Fairy of Purple Bamboo Forest joining the battle as well, they had practically emptied their stronghold.

More than half an hour later, Tang San was finally taken down from the wooden donkey. By then, he was barely alive. Yet in the very next instant, a strange power descended upon him, and his battered body immediately returned to its former state.

Before long, Lin Han drove Fairy Yao back into the room, leaving Su Xunyuan, far away at the Wind-Riding Sect, terrified.

This would also allow you to gain a clear understanding of the lower celestial realm, which would benefit you when you rule the myriad heavens and worlds in the future. It is settled, then! I will speak with your father and mother on your behalf.

Fairy Yao stuffed another chrysanthemum pastry into his mouth and said, “I am only going to the Wind-Riding Sect for a little outing. There will be no danger.”

Time passed little by little, and gradually it reached the first watch of the night. Just then, a scout arrived with news that the enemy’s main force had appeared ten miles away. Numbering more than forty thousand, they were advancing rapidly toward the main camp.

The back of the figure cloaked in silver-white rose like a towering mountain—majestic and imposing—making her instinctively yearn to lean upon him. But when she faintly recalled Caitlyn’s ring and Lin Li’s son, Kara felt as though her heart were being twisted apart. Her eyes brimmed with tears of anguish.

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