Volume One, Chapter 28: Going to the Workshop to Do Odd Jobs?

At eight in the morning, I saw my cousin and his wife at the factory gate. After a brief greeting, they went off to work. As usual, I sat by the entrance of the design department. Over time, the staff there had grown accustomed to my presence and left me alone. I sat there bored all morning until, near noon, a girl approached and told me to take a call in Song Xiaotang’s office. I was puzzled—who would be looking for me, and why call here? Could it be Brother Sheng? However, upon answering, I discovered it was Song Xiaotang herself. She didn’t say much, just asked how my morning was and if anything had happened. I had been bored all morning; what could possibly have...

Everyone gnashed their teeth in frustration at the tease, but since there was nothing they could do, they had no choice but to wait and see. Zhang Yong was so terrified he couldn’t utter a word. Trapped under the tiger’s paws with no means of resistance, he stared at the beast’s razor-sharp fangs just inches away, paralyzed with fear.

The bodies were discarded on the trash heap alongside the old woman’s corpse. A cruel smile touched his lips as he pocketed the valuables he had plundered from the pair. The frequency of the falls changed from seconds to minutes as the struggle grew increasingly tenacious. With a forceful backhand, he sent Sun Wukong and his long staff flying into the distance, smashing them instantly into the mountain peak.

"What do you mean? Private altercations are forbidden within Daxia City," the boss said cautiously upon hearing this.

Some players began to speculate wildly, suggesting that this game was actually created using extraterrestrial technology. Otherwise, why had technological development over the last decade been so rapid, even resulting in the creation of precious medicines capable of extending life and optimizing genes?

Mu Shenjie sat behind his desk, a nine-grid monitor on his left displaying the most critical surveillance areas within the Mu Group. After seeing Chen Xiuxiao off, Nie Sijin waved until the car was out of sight before turning back with a beaming smile.

With a low grunt from deep within, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth. His pale complexion flushed crimson, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly until, after several breaths, he finally steadied himself.

"This zombie likely arrived last night," Xiao Fei thought to himself. The village’s feng shui was excellent, abundant in both yang energy and lunar essence. It was a prime location for the cultivation of both immortals and malevolent spirits.

Meiga took out her medical scissors to cut the umbilical cord, applied sheep’s wool ash from her bag to the navel, bandaged it, and wrapped the newborn in a swaddle. The weather was still chilly, yet the air was incredibly fresh. Two horses galloped across the vast, empty wetland path. As they drew near, it turned out to be Su Wu and Meiga, returning from treating a herdsman.

Zhang Ying hesitated. Should he really let his father use a prescription written by a veterinarian? If word got out, he would be the laughingstock of their circle. And if his father didn’t recover, would the brothers be branded with shame? He was doing this for his father’s health, but would outsiders believe that?

Afterward, he sat cross-legged on the beach, feeling the ebb and flow of the tide and the gentle sea breeze. Merging with the ocean, he began to seek enlightenment, aiming to transform these mortal supreme techniques into celestial arts—to master them thoroughly and integrate them into one.

"I’ll improve it when I get back; maybe it will work next time," Big Bucktooth said, excited rather than discouraged by his injury.

The twelve ghost cultivators channeled all their remaining black ghost smoke into their artifacts. Suddenly, ink-black, blade-like glows over a zhang long erupted from their weapons, radiating terrifying fluctuations.

Upon hearing this, Haixiao and the Heaven-Devouring Jiao’s eyes lit up. Hai Zhentian had a point: if Xiao Yan and his ancestor hadn't left the Xiao Clan under duress, then for the sake of his ancestor, Xiao Yan really ought to return to the clan.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He had instructed the security guard to cut the stone in secret precisely to buy more time to find more valuable raw stones. If he had cut it himself, the fame from seven consecutive successes would have made it impossible for him to buy raw stones at a low price ever again.

One glance was enough for Green Willow and the others to know that Wei Ziyuan was furious; they dared not make a sound and simply knelt quietly to the side.

Returning home was a matter for the next day. Though it felt surreal, the reality of what had occurred lingered in his heart. The expressions of the crowd, previously unkind toward Gu Mingrui, Wang Lin, and the others, had now turned entirely to mockery and disdain.

After listening to Song Yi’s report, Gu Mingyan and Gu Mingjue, who had been worried for days, immediately burst into laughter. Yet, moved as he was, the situation remained unchanged; he still hadn't solved the problem of the errors on the field.

Thinking of this, the crowd looked toward Heng Yanlin, who stood before them. Immediately, they all turned their eyes to him. He realized then that fate was on his side; to have held out until the Golden Immortal realm before the causal effects arrived meant his lifelong accumulation of merit was immense.

Stepping out of the building, Lin Ke mentioned she had seen cows and horses in the backyard and offered to lead a horse to the prince so he could be on his way. Receiving a pleading look from Elder Jian, Han Jinyu weighed her options carefully before tugging at his sleeve.

Kong Yixian nodded, though she lacked the strength to process his words. Other contestants left the field, unable to resist casting a few extra glances in her direction.

The knights of the Huxue Tribe swept forward with a roar, the sound of hooves thundering across the fields like rolling thunder, their long sabers and heavy axes glinting with cold light. Xiao Yi’s head still rested on her shoulder, his full weight pressing against her back, his faint voice brushing against her earlobe.

Once the cities of Hongnong County were swept away, the Henan Commandery and Luoyang would be completely exposed to the iron hooves of the great army. Consequently, neither of them noticed 520 Cloud as he used light-body techniques to dash urgently past the other side of the carriage.

Executing this secret art of Putuo Mountain, Zong Kuang merged it with his Black Lotus Battle Body, making its power even more terrifying.