Chapter 27

Ling Jiajia felt a tinge of disappointment, but then her phone rang; it was Liunian, reminding her that it was time to get up for work.

However, there is a limit to everything. The Gu family’s endless greed and ceaseless troubles had left the Gu clan feeling weary, especially now that her elder brother had set his sights on her son. She knew her brother well; he was a beast without a shred of humanity. For the sake of her son, she had to make up her mind.

"Thank you, Uncle Long," You Shaojun said quickly. With Emperor Yong'an stepping in, they would be able to deceive Princess Changning.

Chunqiu hurried in from outside. Passing through the main hall of the food shop, she didn't notice Mrs. Yuan, who was standing behind the counter with her chin propped up, watching the street. The moment Chunqiu stepped inside, she was caught red-handed by Mrs. Yuan.

"Why should we fear the Cao family being wronged? It is the Xia family who has suffered an injustice! What do those students know? Why do they insist that the Cao family was wronged without knowing the truth?" Lady You cried out in frustration.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Licaruo was gasping for breath. Once its bone-club was manifested, it could be dissolved at will, but unlike Lin Xiao, the energy could not return through its palm to its wrist; it was a single-use item.

Xia Hong carried in the dumplings. Hearing Luo Jingnian’s words, her eyes grew moist. In truth, it wasn't just Luo Jingnian who had received help from Old An; she had, too. To them, Old An was like a father figure.

Sheng Shi pushed the door open and saw Ji Liunian holding a cigarette. His expression darkened instantly. He walked over to her, snatched the cigarette away, and extinguished it.

As the gates of the Peng residence swung open, the news that Mu Jin and her servant had walked out unscathed, and were even escorted to the gate by General Peng himself, sent ripples of shock through Chengdu Prefecture.

Having experienced it once before, Ling Huinuan found herself enjoying this intimacy, standing on her tiptoes to meet her kiss.

All three of these individuals were peak experts at the ninth level of the Golden Core stage; they were far beyond what Qi Hao and the four others, who were merely at the third, fourth, or fifth levels, could withstand.

Feng Yao was feeling skeptical, wondering if something was wrong with her nose. She even reached up and pinched it.

So, Father had actually gone to Lone Mountain outside Jiangnan City to find Dong Xi. No wonder she hadn't seen him for the past two days. But what Yue Qingming couldn't understand was why her father would call Dong Xi back at a time like this. Could it be that because Jade was no longer protecting the Jinxiu Fabric Shop, he had brought Dong Xi back to take her place?

Moreover, the reason he had been reduced to this state wasn't solely because he had been investigating the circumstances of Su Yuan’s death.

If one had to point to an effect, it would be that while it caused pain, it also made the body believe it was suffering from something else, leading to a sense of powerlessness.

Thus, for him, the wardrobe was the safest place in the entire drug lord's base.

Xiao Rong ignored Mrs. Tang’s attempts to make her stay. After breaking free from Mrs. Tang's grasp, she opened the door and left.

Although it didn't show on her smiling face, the sharp-eyed Hu Hui could still catch that flicker of emotion in her eyes.

He seemed to be trapped in a paradox—his arrival had changed Shen Niaoniao, yet he occasionally felt that something was wrong. After much thought, he realized it was still his own problem.

Besides, Tang Yan seemed quite decent in other respects. As long as Bai Yanyan didn't lose her heart to him, this marriage would be perfect—or at least, it appeared that way.

"Xinjie, you really aren't being a true friend." Seeing that Wang Xinjie refused to help her and even told her not to disturb Huang Lele, Liu Xintong was utterly confused as to what Wang Xinjie meant.

Therefore, cultivators nowadays must learn alchemy; without it, the path of cultivation becomes far too difficult.

Panting heavily, the four sedan chair bearers collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, beads of sweat falling like raindrops, their clothes thoroughly soaked through.

He was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and having a lifespan of a hundred years would be considered fortunate. Within this century, he would have to devote himself entirely to cultivation to have any chance of breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

Perhaps it was due to their conversation last night, but Jiang Yuan’s tone was less stern and cold than usual, carrying a hint of genuine emotion.

"Buddha, those black lights seem to have a consciousness of their own; they chase people relentlessly. My old Sun almost fell victim to them last time." Sun Wukong, standing nearby, saw the Vairocana Buddha dodging and hurriedly called out a warning.

Whether it was this man breaking up her romance with Zidian or later humiliating her in public, Qingcheng Wan'er wanted to skin him alive and pull out his tendons. She unleashed a powerful ultimate move to clear away all the snow wolves, then moved with the speed of a film to charge at Liu Yunfei and began to strike.

Just then, a soldier arrived with an urgent eight-hundred-mile report. The Khan of Kipchak took the letter sealed with red wax, scanned it at a glance, and a strange smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Uncles and aunts, have you had breakfast? Would you like to join us for a bite?" Lele asked everyone.

"Mia!" Lan Hongyu and Lan Qimian, grandfather and granddaughter, shouted in unison. Their voices were filled with surprise, and—in Lan Qimian’s case—overflowing with joy and love.

The secret to practicing the Thirteen Swords of Death lay in this ominous change, which felt like the stillness of death and the extinction of vitality.

"Greetings to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. May you both be blessed with health and longevity." Princess Qinghe approached gracefully and bowed gently.

Looking at the piled-up flowers, he felt that even with the Yueyao Peak restored, it still felt as if it hadn't welcomed back its true master.

As for the pearl, it was perfectly round with flowing luster, a blood-pink color she had never seen before, and it carried a faint fragrance of its own—truly one of a kind.

All of this was something she once thought impossible, but He Ning's gift had truly fulfilled her wish.