Volume 1, Chapter 21: Despair Amidst the Ruins

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“What if not, Doctor?” Huo Shixu furrowed his brow.

The doctor adjusted his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and said, “Otherwise, his leg might never stand properly in the future, but…”

“Doctor, can you please be clear and say it all at once?”

With a solemn expression and a deep sense of regret, the doctor explained, “Dr. Kevin has a rule—he only performs thirty surgeries a year. I checked his schedule, and he has already done twenty-nine this year. If we ask him to perform this boy’s surgery, the chances of recovery are quite high. But if Dr. Kevin agrees to operate on Miss Su, the boy will most likely lose the opportunity for this expert surgery.”

The doctor was unaware of the connection between Huo Shixu and Song Xing…

Perhaps Wang Xin really was acting under imperial orders. Given the emperor’s notoriously suspicious nature, his distrust of Duan Changge, who commanded a powerful army, was understandable.

However, the difficulty in opening this secret realm was tremendous. Even with the combined strength of five sects, at best a brief passage could be opened, allowing only disciples with Nascent Soul cultivation to enter.

Shen Yun gradually slowed his pace, holding the “Heavy Water Blade,” releasing his divine sense with his jet-black eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, wary of any lapse.

The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes remained fixed on the swirling red vortex, not sparing a glance at Shu Xiaofeng and Xie Zhi’er as he spoke calmly.

The two young women, immersed in the sorrow of parting, had not considered this detail. Upon hearing Mother Luo’s words, they both couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Ajiu and Lan He exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the truth of the old saying: an observer sees clearly.

Bai Hanyan lay prostrate, silently gauging the imperial will through the emperor’s tone, which was low and laden with helplessness, sorrow, and anger—but devoid of murderous intent.

This was not because Li Qingyang’s ambition was overwhelmingly grand; after all, his current status was once beyond his reach. Yet, having glimpsed the higher realms, no one wished to remain subordinate—that was human nature.

“I…” Chu Nian hesitated, recalling their mutual accusations of irresponsibility from yesterday. If she denied it now, wouldn’t that be like waving a white flag in surrender?

“Liu Zhang pays respects to Sister-in-Law and Madam Wei.” Xiao Yi, like Liu Zhang, was overjoyed and respectfully greeted Zheng Ying and Wei Youruo. Liu Jiyu and Xiao Yi were born the same year, with the latter three months older.

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On the floor of Dragon East Television, inside a studio, Ye Xiaorong had just finished recording a program and was tidying up when the director hurried in.

One had to admit, Nasha was indeed the world’s top interior designer. The entire room looked like a work of art without losing any sense of groundedness.

“Don’t run!” Red Dragon shouted fiercely, his voice tearing through the void toward the Evil Dragon’s ears, but the Evil Dragon continued moving forward relentlessly.

Although Chen Minglang, Zheng Shuang, and Ming Yue did not yet know each other personally, all were prominent figures in Yanjing’s high society. Introduced by Shangguan Ling, they quickly understood each other’s backgrounds.

At first, Yang Jie tried to stop it, thinking it absolutely unacceptable, but seeing Qiao Jin’s attitude, he fell silent.

At night, Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged in a private room, cultivating. Every moment was precious to him now.

She tightened her grip on the sword in her right hand, sensing it was on the verge of breaking. If Zhang Xuan exerted full strength, the sword would surely shatter.

As for what the future held, Li Xiao had her own path, and Wei Lingjue had his. The outcome would depend on their fates.

Su Nan gave the fellow a strange look. Others would be eager to broadcast their deeds to the world, but this guy seemed afraid of anyone finding out.

At the team assembly point, many other squads were exchanging contribution points. The resources they gathered varied—from food to supplies and consumables—but quantities were insufficient. Most only barely met daily task requirements, leaving very little for contribution exchanges.

Though Yang Fan was upset that Osman rejected his proposal, he was thrilled to be entrusted with such an important mission. He immediately led 60,000 troops to attack Byzantium.

Li Hao was sighing deeply when a clear, melodious bell-like sound rang out. Zhuoma entered the courtyard, stirring Li Hao’s emotions. He almost stepped forward to ask about the negotiation’s outcome, but as he lifted his foot, all the snakes outside slowly halted and raised their heads, forcing him to awkwardly retract his step.

The two left directly, boarding Li Qingshan’s van and headed straight to a downtown KTV called Happy Times. It was nearly evening—prime time when people came to unwind after dinner—so the entrance bustled with activity.

Upon hearing this, Jiaotu hastily withdrew his force, stepped back several paces, and cast a victorious, disdainful glance at He Hao.

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Aidili rejoined the team. After a day of waiting, dozens of dwarf craftsmen entered the gates of Breeze Academy in orderly succession.

At dawn, the Liao army tore down their tents and resumed their march. After half a day, everything proceeded as usual, and Chen Ao’s anxious heart gradually eased.

Due to the laser matrix, the atmosphere of the global grand celebration changed, but the holiday remained unchanged. Reconstruction of the quarantine zone began—an immense project gathering materials from across the federation, aiming to build the world’s foremost quarantine zone.

Li Meihua instinctively reached for the money pouch, but Qiao Haisheng coughed, recalling their morning conversation at home, causing her to withdraw her hand.

Su Xing had completely freed himself from the soul ring’s constraints by shattering it, allowing him to accurately perceive his soul power level.

Before the lottery draw, everyone was indifferent, lazily chatting and joking, pulling casual conversations here and there.

“I was always good-looking,” Ye Fenghua smiled, embracing Zhan Lingyun soothingly and resting her head on his chest.

“I object! Although Mr. He’s suggestion seems flawless at first glance, upon careful consideration, it has many flaws and defects,” Chu Hanqing said knowingly to He Feng, lowering his head in thought before a faint, mischievous smile curved his lips as he rebutted.

With one member of the Canghui Academy team conceding, Su Xing and his group’s match ended for the day.

Empress Yifei was also stumped, feeling even more bewildered, as much of the cause and effect was unclear to her.

Indeed, Lu Mingfei did not flee; he turned back immediately before danger arrived to bring Olga Marie to safety. Chu Zihang knew, and Lu Mingfei knew that Chu Zihang knew.