What can a carpenter do?

Whether it was two thousand or three thousand taels, the difference meant little to her now. Yet, if it could bring joy to Aunt Zhou and Junshan and offer them a glimmer of hope for the future, it was a deed worth doing.

Liu’er observed Qiao Mingjin, and seeing that she had taken the words to heart, she could not help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction.

Heizi seemed angered as well and wanted to lunge at it again, but I quickly pulled him back, telling him they were all on the same side and there was no need for a fuss. Only then did Heizi bark at him once more and shake the water from his coat.

With only a few short hours left in the year, it was the coldest time of all. Everyone’s face was blue with cold, but as the work remained unfinished, they had no choice but to stay.

Zhao Shiyan could not quite describe the feeling; he only knew it was nothing like his own childhood. It was entirely unlike the dynamic between his mother and father, and nothing like what he felt for Lin Huijia.

Later, as I returned home with my uncle, he asked me what I thought of the matter. I replied that I wasn't sure yet. My uncle then remarked that since the incident with my grandfather, the village had been much calmer with no strange occurrences. He wondered what had happened today to cause such a bizarre event, suggesting that trouble was brewing once again.

News spread that many of the military households had defeated the salt guards. Numerous townspeople, who had long suffered under the tyranny of the salt guards, rushed over, eager to see the heroes who had accomplished such a feat.

"By the way, do you think the murderer will upload my video to the internet?" Ling Lan asked, sitting up with nervous intensity.

Zi’er had wanted to fly her sword directly into the town, but in the eyes of worldly people, the cultivation of immortality and sword-flight were too unbelievable—too shocking to the common senses. Thus, faced with Ling Xuan’s firm opposition, she sullenly gave up the idea.

"Hmph, come and have at it then," Lu Bu snorted, tossing the man to his soldiers before sitting aside to watch.

The road was long, and Zhuang Ruolan had rarely walked such a distance; her feet grew sore. She rested twice along the way, and as she traveled further, the path grew quieter and more remote. Her brow furrowed deeper with every step until she finally arrived outside the courtyard.

Lu Ying had forged herself into a fortress; she simply turned a deaf ear to all the taunts and jibes. Within the Ma manor, everyone from her uncle down to her cousins-in-law adored Yueyao. Since everyone favored Yueyao, she knew that staying on good terms with her was certainly the right move.

"Have you been keeping this test paper at the very bottom all this time?" Bao Weiwei had not forgotten that Jamie had just pulled the paper from the very bottom of the pile.

"Heh, so after such a long detour, this was your true goal all along!" Tian Yinzi suddenly chuckled, seeing right through him.

An Zhichen thought of Xu-ge’er’s vow that he would rather die than be anyone else’s son, and that Sheng-ge’er and Fei-ge’er stood firmly by his side. He was naturally pleased that his sons were united—for brothers of one mind could break metal—but when they united to defy him, he found he could no longer smile.

The midday sun was scorching, and even the lush, sprawling branches of the towering trees could not block out all of its glare.

"Are you telling the truth? Are you really willing? Willing to spend this life, through birth and death, devoted only to me?" Xue Jian asked in a light, airy voice. Having spoken, she pursed her lips, tilted her head slightly in nervous anticipation, and watched Zhou Bo.

Pu Cao understood that in the future, she would share the recipes in her head even more generously; it was a win-win situation that would bring joy to everyone.

"Xiaoqing, are you alright? Listen to me, I didn't want to leave. You saw it yourself; I was... by that fierce beast." Duanmu Jin looked at Chu Xiaoqing, offering repeated explanations.

"That’s right, the wish-granting spirit will no longer pose any threat," Xing Tianyu said, lifting the jar in his hand.

His gaze swept over the long line of monster images, finally resting on the very last one.

"We are just sparring. You’re a ninja, so you must have some powerful techniques, right? Why not go down there and trade a few blows with Lord Sanada? Everyone is watching!" The young samurai lifted the katana he always carried, his face bright with the excitement of the spectacle.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Dadan realized the other party remained unmoved. His heart tightened, and instinctively, he began to list the private possessions he had hidden in the room, hoping to trade them for his life.

"Master, to be honest, my coming up the mountain this time was actually to set you up. A man named Chen Jing gave me money to drag you into this, to record a video for him. As for how he intends to use it, he didn't say, but I think you understand," Li Fengxian confessed.

They actually relied on their own soul perception to refine medicine. In other words, according to him, soul perception was a crucial aspect in creating a top-tier elixir. If the ingredients were the same but the perception differed, the efficacy of the resulting elixir would be entirely different.

"Very well, then that means everything is prepared on Chairman Yan’s side, correct?" Teacher Wang asked, lowering his voice.

Whether it was the fact that Shangguan Fei treated only Le Bing differently, or that Le Bing had changed Shangguan Fei, it was a welcome sight to anyone who came into contact with them.

Seeing the destruction of the State Treasure Pagoda, Mi Duoduo finally realized the gravity of the situation. Since her opponent was not a Saint-level master, she could not summon the Ancestral Dragon Zombie and was forced to retreat in defeat back to the Wu camp.

Although the enemies across from them were not true Roman soldiers, they were gladiators with even richer combat experience. Coupled with their advantage in equipment and numbers, her side was at a massive disadvantage.

He tore away the remnants of his oversized, tattered clothes. A suit of dark-gold armor appeared from thin air upon him, and a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, over a zhang long, materialized in his hand—an upper-grade immortal weapon of exquisite quality.

Only then did Rong sweep the teacup off the chair beside her bed. "Yang Rong’er, you and I are not finished. I want to see how smug you can be once your son is born and registered under the Princess Consort’s name."