Volume 1, Chapter 21: I Have Money!

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Indeed. The most important thing for me to do right now is to earn money! Otherwise, what would be the point of returning to the village? Even if I could help take care of my father and ease the burden on my mother, someone still has to shoulder the weight of our livelihood. If I have money and can provide for my parents, my mother could simply hire someone to look after my father. Now that my father has fallen ill, I must be the pillar of this family. I have to carry that load! A thought struck me at that moment: I should go haul water! One trip pays a thousand, and ten trips would be ten thousand! With that money, my parents' living conditions could be vastly improved. This is what a man is truly supposed to do. "Xiao Gang, don't blame your sister-in-law for being cold-hearted..."

Although the 59E team, after countless seasons of poor performance, might not even be able to muster enough people to sing a chorus in honor of the "Light of the Planet," the situation on the ring told a different story. As the two fighters advanced and retreated, Lewis pressed the attack, forcing Leopard back until he was cornered in one of the four corners of the ring. Even if the Shadow Sect discovered the location of the Elemental Realm, they would not be left entirely helpless. However, the Fire Mist had its drawbacks: it only persisted in the air for two minutes. If one encountered an opponent of vastly different rank, or one who was exceptionally agile or possessed incredible defense, it would be difficult to inflict fatal damage. He didn't answer, scanning his surroundings before following the mountain path to the side opposite the black light, where he found a rock to hide behind. Yanzhou might still be crawling with demons or corrupted beings, and Zi Dian Wu Ji, acting out of kindness, had offered that piece of advice.

With the 0-5 Gnar and the constant grin on the player's face from the "Song Jiang" perspective, even Song Chong couldn't help but be reminded of that famous grinning meme. After peeking to ensure his eyes were truly closed, Bai Miao took out the anesthetic she had prepared. She gently touched the left side of Tang Jiuyan's neck with her fingertip and then swiftly and decisively injected him. After Zhong Miao explained the cause and effect in a few sentences, she turned and prepared a bowl of stone flower jelly with toppings for Liang Hongxia and Wang Baofu. On one hand, this was to expand the ranks of the Southern Alliance; on the other, it was naturally to obtain intelligence on the Ghost Nether Sect. Professor Tao lunged forward in a flash, attempting to snatch the school badge, but alas, it was only a phantom. Ajutsu raised an eyebrow in surprise; he hadn't expected his opponent to be able to awaken their inner wildness. Yet, in just a few dozen breaths, the renowned Lu Zhangke was dead at the hands of the four co-directors of the Zhenfu Division. The cyclical nature of the reincarnation sacrifice meant that the benevolent Master Shen did not need to act like other immortals or evil spirits, frantically soliciting sacrifices and incense to enhance his power. Di Wen felt a pang of heartache whenever she thought of the manpower and resources wasted in capturing this mermaid. Constrained by the presence of other Imperial Guards, the Silver Catcher who accompanied Niu He dared not spit out the insult "you dog." He finally realized that his relatives in the Ye family were coveting her property, going so far as to frame her and spread rumors in the media. Su Bozhou constantly dreamed of his first wife, whom he had forgotten years ago, demanding his life with a face covered in blood. However, unlike the audience, the coaches of both teams were frowning, as the situation on the field deviated from their pre-match predictions. Before long, he saw the handsome face that had haunted his dreams for the past few days hurrying inside. "How many people can that teleportation array transport in total?" Qin Bing asked, trying to remain calm, as this was a question that certainly needed to be addressed. That evening, when Wanjun returned to the manor, she immediately sent for Lady Zhao. Seeing Wanjun, Lady Zhao, fearing she was about to be held accountable, felt a bit guilty and kept her head down, not daring to meet her gaze. After Zhang Wangxi and his party departed on their light-beams, Qi Feng quickly entered the cave dwelling to study the Immortal Dust True Method. "Boom!" A loud noise erupted, the surrounding earth seemed to tremble, and Wild Boar Hill itself appeared to shake. The Empress then truly smiled, helping the Emperor up. Puyang Haokun also stepped forward to assist, and the Emperor glanced at him with a profound look that left Puyang Haokun stunned.

The figure that dashed out was indeed the Ye Wushuang they had both been waiting for, though their motives for seeing him differed. "You know what happened after that," Feng Lei said, falling into a long silence before her words finally dissolved into a deep sigh. Peeling away the outer layer of iron, they discovered solid concrete underneath, and behind the concrete lay a thick layer of sound-insulating foam. In the chaotic times of the Warring States, no matter how much the seven nations slaughtered one another, they were never soft-hearted toward the Southern Barbarians, Eastern Yi, Northern Hu, or Xiongnu, always viewing them as a grave threat. The Qin state stationed four hundred thousand troops in Jiuyuan, never participating in the wars of annexation, solely to fend off the Xiongnu and prevent them from ravaging the Central Plains. Yet, just as France began to mobilize, the rearguard of the Central Army retreating into Maoming, Hu Zongnan's Ninth Group Army, suddenly launched an attack on Zhanjiang! "This disciple has already entered the sect," he thought to himself, though Liu Sheng's face remained devoid of any emotion. However, the practice of raising corpses was forbidden in the Maoshan orthodox sect; regardless of rank, one must never raise a corpse! After all, raising corpses was far more sinister than guiding them. "Do not shed tears; crying only proves the fragility of your hearts! Those who have been chosen should not rejoice either, for your journey has only just begun." He looked at the two groups of people whose fates had been sealed. "Whoosh!" Without a moment's hesitation, with a mere thought, Xuan Qing's figure arrived in the depths of a nearby valley, where another figure appeared before him. Liu Sheng remained sitting there, motionless, though his empty stomach and the cravings of a glutton made him yearn for the legendary cuisine of the Baratie, the floating restaurant of the pirate world. He had only managed to obtain Ye Cheng's phone number with great difficulty during the Sacred Spring incident; he had wanted to contact Ye Cheng many times, but never found the opportunity. He hadn't expected Ye Cheng to take the initiative to call him today. Now that the eldest disciple's apprentice, Shi Shaojian, had spoken out in defiance, the boy had retorted calmly and without panic. If he were truly a disciple of Uncle Nine, Lin Fengjiao, it would be impossible for him not to intervene, right? "What are you standing there for? Throw this monkey into the cellar! If he doesn't sell by tomorrow, kill him and feed him to the dogs!" the boss barked at the man beside him. Everything, in the end, returned to the source: strength is everything. With sufficient strength, you possess all; without it, even if you have a thousand paths, you will be easily defeated by the gatekeeper upon reaching the top. No matter how brilliant your journey, it ultimately bears no practical meaning. Several arrows flew toward Li Lingyi, who dodged them with lightning speed. One arrow struck his shoulder, but he felt only a slight impact; the arrow fell to the ground without even breaking his skin. Immediately, Guibao drifted in the sky, looking out over the vast world, yet feeling he had nowhere to go. It was the first time he had felt this way. Now an outcast of the Jiling Sect, he would likely never be able to return. Perhaps, from this moment on, he would become a true wandering cultivator.