Volume 1, Chapter 32: Beaten Up

Just as Lou Nanzhi and the junior supervisor were busy with the computer spreadsheets, a commotion suddenly broke out on the other side. As the lobby manager of the Wangyue Building, it was undoubtedly Lou Nanzhi's duty to step forward and handle such matters. This was her first time managing a dispute of this nature, and she could not help but feel a tremor of nervousness. Nevertheless, she maintained a composed demeanor as she approached. "Sir, I am the lobby manager here at Wangyue Building. Is there something that has not been handled to your satisfaction?" The man checking out appeared to be in his thirties, and his attire suggested he was a person of standing. Upon hearing her introduction, he turned his head with a look of disdain. Before he could speak, the front desk…

It must be said that mutual trust between a sovereign and his ministers is vital; however, because the Qin clan harbored deep suspicions toward Emperor Liu Che, they were inevitably manipulated by the remnants of the Xiang clan. Looking out, the seven thousand miles of landscape were bathed in a silver glow, as if the world were perpetually trapped in a state of strange transformation. Before long, a private car and a police cruiser screeched to a halt. The couple, Bi Xiang, had returned with several police officers in tow, clearly having called in favors to settle the score. In contrast, Qi Xiu realized that compared to the other party, he was truly an abysmal pet owner. With that, he struck out with his sword. Boom—a scar remained as a coordinate, and he stepped into the river of time. How was she supposed to answer that? Was it gossip or not? In truth, she was quite fond of gossip herself, and she was well aware that the company staff had established private groups to discuss the rumors surrounding Ou Yuanyuan and Lin Qingqing. Qi Xiu said as much to the system in his mind; although his words sounded defeated, his expression was lighthearted, as if he were joking.

The sky was a hazy grey, and the radiance of the Taiyin star struggled to pierce the clouds; the streets had fallen silent. "But I clearly saw at the time..." Before she could finish, her mouth was covered. Qin Shou did not care; he had never been one to covet power. He felt no dissatisfaction with the outcome; on the contrary, he thought it was quite fine. The late night on Mount Li was deathly still, and the sound of the wind, resembling a melody, only deepened the silence of the mountains. Some even looked back, only to find the mountain temple already hidden and lost within the forest. There was really nothing painful about losing to EDG; having been with EDG before, he knew all too well how vast the gap between the two teams was. Wait, my mod-making programming tool can even alter the parameters of the Paradise? There's such a good thing? Xu Qingcheng looked at Yang Yanmei upon hearing this and smiled, saying, "The Princess has expended quite a bit of energy tonight; would you like me to ladle a bowl for you as well?" Just then, Yang Yanmei’s stomach gave an uncontrollable growl.

Xu Tianruo parried the arrow with his blade, performing a mid-air somersault—head down, legs up—reaching out with his left hand to grab the incoming spear while sliding his right hand, which held the blade, down the shaft. She had been a tree for a thousand years and had never been a god, so she had no idea what it felt like to be one. A massive, cloud-like formation that looked like fire was actually setting the surrounding clouds ablaze. Jiang Qinyu pretended to retrieve something from behind her waist, produced a bottle of liquor, and threw it forcefully in the direction of the One-Eyed King. In the room, the bride’s clothes had been hung to the side. Qin Ziqian tugged at the menswear she had just changed into, trying to make it fit better. In the West, the feudal system had long been the norm, lacking the intense centralization of the East. Beyond the lords and serfs, there was a layer of free citizens. Being unwilling to be a servant did not mean one was a rebel; it was not a binary relationship. Thus, their mindset was much more relaxed. Or rather, from the very beginning, Zhu Jue had never considered it a pet... but a friend. Azisha, dressed entirely in black, strode ahead, giving the ship-girl following closely behind a sense of inexplicable, overwhelming tension.

In such circumstances, whoever could locate the legacy of the True Dragon would have a high probability of becoming the master of the world. Even if the rumor were false, the wealth contained within—enough to rival a nation—was the greatest asset for anyone planning to rise in rebellion. The sound of the wind, the thundering of hooves, and the shouts of battle growing from faint to clearly audible behind them... all these sounds were intertwined. Even with one's companion right beside them, it was a difficult task to carry on a conversation while galloping. Watching the transformation of the Ancient Phoenix King, Xuanyuan, who was channeling the Yin-Yang Spirit Array to resist the flames, could not help but bead with sweat. Although he still had trump cards he had yet to reveal, if it truly came to that, he feared that even with his hidden aces, he would be unable to stop the Ancient Phoenix King’s evil rampage. As they spoke, the soil covering the tomb had been completely excavated, exposing the blue-brick burial chamber beneath. "Are you saying that Elder Meng could actually be won over to our side?" Xuanyuan stroked his chin, considering the possibility.

But Dugu Weiyue had possessed the ability to see through appearances to the human heart since childhood, and she naturally sensed his oddity. Yang Jun gave a sheepish smile. Even without the land transfer fees, the construction of these four houses alone would cost over a million; it was no wonder Li Fangping was so agitated. This was certainly not the way to gouge someone. Especially now that October had arrived, in another month, Settsu Province would become bitterly cold. "What... do you want with me?" Jiehuo Yangyu asked while eating and drinking ravenously, taking the opportunity to use the communication channel opened by [Life and Death of the Heavens]. Would those browsing the supermarket or buying appliances go over to take a look if they saw the Lisheng mobile phone sales counter? The higher the quality of a celestial artifact and the more profound its celestial essence, the greater its healing effect on a cultivator. As for the Seven Emotions Celestial Sword and the Six Desires Celestial Armor, left behind by the Seven Emotions Celestial Sovereign—a deity of high standing—their rank exceeded the ninth grade, and the density of their celestial essence could well be imagined. Pei Jin smiled without a word, patted Liu Yuan on the shoulder, and turned to walk away. Liu Yuan noticed that his steps were exceptionally light, as if he had unburdened himself of a thousand-pound weight; naturally, that "burden" had been transferred to his own shoulders. [Life and Death in an Instant] looked utterly dejected, like a despairing man weary of the world. The atmosphere around him was irrelevant; he leaned his head back against the wooden chair, his eyes dull and vacant, lost in thought.