Volume 1, Chapter 56: How Do You Want Me to Give It to You?

Shen Zhao did not answer immediately.
She turned Zhou Huaixu's words over and over in her mind.
Since this jerk bothered to ask, he must be looking for a specific answer. If she just replied casually, there was no telling what sarcasm awaited her.
Looking at the silly-looking An Xin, Gu Jingyan remained silent for a moment before pulling An Xin down to sit on his lap and pressing his lips to hers.
"I care nothing for it. I feel that the Floral Realm is vast enough; there is no need for external aggression," Guo Lingling said.
Lying in bed and chatting with the God of Dreams, Xin Yueheng failed to notice the sturdy figure standing before her bed. Seeing that the visitor was Jun Yifeng, Meng Luo made no deliberate attempt to stop him. Turning a blind eye, she simply continued to sit atop the roof beam.
The head of the Royal Military Academy personally escorted Linglong to the military. The highest-ranking commander in charge of the forces was none other than the Empire's strongest General, Mu Zuo. Clearly, he harbored doubts regarding the academy director's claims. Even after seeing the physical examination report submitted and being astounded by the string of SSS ratings, skepticism still lingered in his mind.
"You are already a step too late. The intelligence we gathered has already been transmitted out. It is impossible for you to intercept it now!" Luo Yu finally threw caution to the wind and burst into loud laughter.
Xersel's voice choked off abruptly. Caught completely off guard, he was viciously kicked in his most vulnerable spot by Bai Xiaonian, leaving his face contorted in agony.
Fu Huai'an's gaze locked onto the delivery e-bike parked lonely in the outdoor parking lot amidst the heavy rain. In a soft, gentle voice, he casually exposed the fact that he knew Old Madam Fu had approached Lin Nuan.
Bi Wenliang had always been far better at reading the situation and far more resourceful, capable of both bending and stretching, than his own sister.
Shen Chen woke up at some point as well. Seeing her lost in a daze, he beckoned a flight attendant over to order a glass of milk and a small plate of pastries.
"By making friends across all trades, industries, and underworld circles, and listening to their conversations often, one naturally becomes well-informed and broad-minded," Youmeng said calmly, sipping her tea and looking leisurely and carefree.
Anyone hearing that name would surely turn pale with fright. Across the Daoyuan Otherdimension, there were few Silver Horns to speak of, save for the one at Flat-Top Mountain.
As the legitimate principal wife, no matter how broad Empress Yu's tolerance might be, she was hardly pleased to see a swarm of illegitimate sons bustling beneath her eyes. Similarly, among the various imperial princes, none cared to curry favor with an indifferent Empress Yu.
"What you say is not entirely unreasonable, but how am I to trust you?" The emperor looked deeply distressed, gazing at him with utter helplessness.
Yes, Zhou Ping had told him to accumulate virtue and perform good deeds, to do more charitable acts; otherwise, his remaining lifespan would be very short.
By this time, Ye Qian had already returned, taking away the contents of the inner room along with the letter addressed to Empress Yi'an. With Empress Zhou remaining in Chang'an to hold down the fort, Wang Chen simply found an excuse to bring along the person he had set his sights on. In any case, since they had already been rescued, in the spirit of not letting things go to waste... ahem.
Old Madam Gu was so furious she nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Pointing at Gu Jingyan, she suffered a fit of earth-shattering coughs, rendered entirely speechless.
Not to mention that during these past days Nuocheng was merely missing Qin Liang; even when Qin Liang was actually present in Nuocheng amidst war and chaos, he would only ever dismiss it with a casual "It's fine, all is well."
Spiritual energy was power, the foundation for the continuous eruption of immense strength. As long as spiritual energy existed, it was equivalent to having an inexhaustible reservoir of power within their bodies.
If one were to use the obscure terminology of ancient divination, it was a destiny carrying nobility mingled with a touch of malice, though not heavily so.
Early in the morning, as the red sun slowly rose, gentle sunlight filtered through the lush foliage, scattering across the mountain forests of the Qingxuan Sect. Yu'er sat cross-legged in stillness, eyes slightly closed, hands resting upon her knees. Her breathing was soft yet perfectly even, drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into her dantian while exhaling the turbid qi from within her body.