Chapter 42

After Sun Ce’s passing, chaos erupted across the lands of Jiangdong. Sun Quan, Zhou Yu, and Zhang Zhao found themselves rushed off their feet day in and day out. It was not until more than half a year later, deep into winter, that the situation finally settled somewhat.

This was a row of four old, south-facing houses, with a lean-to shed attached to the western rear. The eastern side connected to the adjacent property, where several other households and over a dozen rooms once stood. The western gable wall was separated from the neighbor by a narrow lane leading to the dwellings behind Yingzi.

Assuming they had come to see him so late at night because of some major, urgent matter, Xiao Yao extended his large hands to press upon their thin, delicate shoulders, comforting them with a tone brimming with doting affection.

How bizarre! How could he pull that off? The moment before, he had slaughtered ruthlessly without a shred of mercy; the very next moment, he was demanding a treasure as naturally as if he truly believed it would be handed over to him. Su Hao’s brain simply could not keep up. Was this enemy of his calculating and deep, or utterly capricious?

He could no longer remember when he had first come into these mountains, knowing only that he had traversed this boundless expanse of foothills countless times. Every flower and every blade of grass beneath his feet felt deeply familiar and dear to him.

"I had the hot water prepared before you returned. The temperature should be just right by now," Feng Fei Qiu Huang murmured once more, her breath as gentle as a breeze evenly brushing against Professor Kangda’s ear.

The apartment where Jiang Yuzhou lived was a serviced residence. Situated in a prime location where every inch of land was worth a fortune, it was also conveniently close to their company. Later on, Ye Beibei discovered that this serviced apartment building actually belonged to Jiang Yuzhou. No wonder his unit occupied such a prime spot on the top floor, where he was the sole resident of the entire level.

Wen Zixi admitted that she had a favorable impression of him, but she was by no means bound to marry him or planning to spend the rest of her life by his side.

When the elephant trainers learned that the sanctuary did not feature animal performances, they found it quite inconceivable. Yet, upon understanding the philosophy behind it, they realized that the approach here had always been this way—the natural behaviors of the existing animals were already more than enough to captivate countless visitors.

Because she and Ye Tianzhe had grown up together as childhood sweethearts, everyone at school attributed her hostility toward Su Liang to petty jealousy and rivalry over Ye Tianzhe.

"Now, whenever anyone sends items over, Sister Mei just gives a grand wave of her hand to keep them, puts them up for auction, and guarantees you a fantastic price!" the bald man said, mimicking Sister Mei’s tone.

"Educated Youth Li, it’s Jianguo. Jianguo is gone. He hasn’t come back since last night—the entire night has passed."

Yet the Empress Dowager still smiled, showing no trace of illness whatsoever. Her complexion even appeared more ruddy than it had in the preceding days.

There were only six scallion pancakes in total: three for me, three for my master, leaving my sister standing nearby with no chance to steal a bite.

Although Lin猛 possessed superior physical conditioning and higher technique than him, draped in demonic armor as he was, a single strike against Lin猛 would inflict injury, while most of the damage Lin猛 dealt to him was neutralized by the demonic armor.

At this moment, Chen Qingshan was long gone from being that pure-hearted, naive college boy of eighteen years ago whom anyone could knead and manipulate in the palm of their hand.

It was plain to see that, following these days of studying alongside his brother, Huang Jiaxin had grown much more lively and cheerful.

Imperial Attendant Bai felt so consumed by bitter hatred from the mockery that her teeth practically itched, yet she had no way to retort, her expression stiffening into an awkward and unnatural mask.

The Martial Artist Rehabilitation Center was a facility specifically designated for professional martial artists. It was guarded by extra security personnel daily to prevent malicious acts of revenge, vendettas, and similar accidents.

Lady Li’s father—the Director of Music Li Xiang—was the only individual in the Li family who seemed remotely capable.

What Tang Feng found utterly incomprehensible, however, was that no matter how deliberately he chose to evade them, the exact opposite would happen. The more cold and withdrawn he acted, the more fervent both Black Rose and Zhuge Furong tended to become.

Yet she insisted on giving me such a high commission, paid entirely in cash. I couldn't help feeling she had done it on purpose.

The four of them stepped out of the carriage. That furry-headed demon quickly hurried forward with a flattering expression to lead the horse to the side of the road. Du Luo noticed a collar fastened around his neck and the character for "slave" tattooed upon his forehead.

The Ghost Genius roared angrily, "Looks like you're itching for a fight! Step right up then—this lord isn't afraid of a lunatic like you!" With that, he took a stride forward, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to throw down.

Simultaneously, Gu Bei reached out with his right hand, seizing Old Master Ouyang’s wrist as a surge of pure creation-level vital energy poured into his body.

The President did not even dare to step out of his own office; the situation was rapidly spiraling beyond his control.

The medicinal pill was crushed to powder, and a wisp of black Qi instantly manifested. This black Qi seemed to share the same origin as the toxic mists of heaven and earth, effortlessly blending into the surrounding atmosphere.

If something were truly amiss and Chu Zheng were to strike, it wouldn't be as simple as beating up Li Zhaoyang that afternoon. Chu Zheng genuinely worried that if he so much as flicked a finger and released his primordial energy instinctively, he might end up killing someone.

"I’ve finally cultivated to the highest realm, achieving ultimate perfection in every aspect!" Tang Feng let out a long breath. Having integrated the origins of all his treasures, the entire cosmic embryo underwent certain changes. The alterations were not overly dramatic, however, since the grades of those treasures were not particularly high; the cosmic embryo simply expanded and grew more formidable.

Watching the taut fishing line whipping frantically back and forth within the sea of flames, Liu Hong wore a grim expression. Having come this far, walking away was something he was extremely reluctant to do, yet the situation now seemed somewhat beyond his control.

His innate physical constitution endowed him with natural divine strength. Ordinary weapons felt feather-light and thoroughly ill-suited for his use, leaving him with a lifelong yearning for a heavy, formidable battle blade.