Volume One, Chapter 37: Who Will Go and Tip Off the Young Master?

Wei Fei whispered words of comfort to Xin’er, his eyes fixed on the southwestern sky, his heart aching. Why did you have to leave me? Is it only because I am of the Demon race?

Shangwu and Shangze placed the invitation into the candle flame within the secret chamber, watching it curl and sizzle. His heart was filled with boundless helplessness: in the end, Wuyou was never meant to be mine. Still, as long as she is happy, that is enough.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you something yesterday. Can I return to my original world now? Or rather, what price must I pay to go back?" After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Luo Tian asked, looking at Yaoyu with nervous anticipation.

Sidato had been stunned from the very first words spoken. His iron-forged resolve shattered in an instant, and as he looked at the man, his eyes were filled with terror. He trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat streaming down his face, stripped of any remnants of the grace expected of a Captain of the Soul-War Corps.

It was no wonder he had no lifeline; Heaven had not ordained him to live. It was merely that indomitable will that had forcibly defied the heavens to keep him among the living.

"Rest assured, I will hold off Tousen!" Before Byakuya could speak, Komamura had already claimed his role.

As Su Mu meditated, with every breath, he could feel the luminous pearl within his dantian—the symbol of a cultivator's foundation—beginning to pulse and writhe as it absorbed spiritual energy.

After rendezvousing with Keronalin, the three spent over ten days tracking down Lie Ji and Di Shitian, who were roaming the world. The latter had already successfully recruited three Heaven-tier powerhouses who had pledged their loyalty to him.

Upon hearing that the letter was from Yuzhou, Nian Liang felt a surge of excitement as he took the envelope, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the parchment.

He reasoned that if Ning Tian could withstand his full pressure, it would prove that Ning Tian possessed genuine strength.

They could go to any shop at any time to buy one or two, and devoutly place them in the flower bed.

Liang Jie felt as though he had led Fu Yunchen into a trap. This was tantamount to goading her into a direct confrontation with the Twilight-Walkers. To snatch someone from their grasp—how was that any different from treason?

True power players must have the backing of noble families, the favor of the Emperor, and the support of the military; these were all indispensable.

After speaking, the man hung up the phone and walked away without a backward glance, not even sparing her an extra look.

He did not even spare the other piece of the "umbilical cord" that had already been squeezed down to a thousand, finding a separate box to store it while checking his own "death-seeking" value.

"I don't want to. It's not that easy. I want to make money." Shi Kun, having only heard the last sentence, chimed in immediately.

Lin Nanyan was not the type to attract constant controversy, but she could not avoid having her share of haters. Yet, when this photo was released, even her detractors could not help but praise it, leaving them at a loss for how to criticize her.

Rhode stared blankly at the dissipating corpse of the giant bear, feeling for the first time the stark disparity between their power levels.

In another luxurious room, Prince Cameron and his princess lay in each other's arms. The mermaid princess had tears in her eyes, her expression one of profound sorrow.

An Qiye was sent flying on the spot, his mouth filled with blood. Half of his teeth had been knocked out, and his cheek was swollen to a grotesque height.

Tang San rushed back, only to be teased by Zhang Ruochen the moment he arrived at the grand plaza. Before he could even notice who was around, he heard a voice so familiar that he looked up in a hurry.

The two servants tended to their mistress, feeding her congee while describing everything that had happened since she fainted.

China had few super-powered individuals, so the priority was to supply the domestic market, strengthening their own, before earning money from foreigners.

It was not that she had never considered it. Those men—some enchanting, some adorable, some as cold as ice—none of them had ever managed to touch the depths of her heart.

The last time the old master and Gu Qianxi had met Xia Fan, they had already realized he possessed SSS-level strength.

Tu Yuan, who had never been so close to Yao Jiali, found his hands trembling as he applied her makeup, his heart hammering against his ribs.

This is Amy’s first time writing a historical romance; there are still many flaws, and I hope you will provide plenty of comments and suggestions.

"I have my own money; I don't need you to buy it for me," Shu Jiayan said, looking toward Jing Mian.

If China could secure two out of the eight slots per year, then over three years of victories, they would accumulate six. Since there are only twenty-four winning slots in total over three years, the nation occupying the special selection zone would hold at most one-quarter of the total spots.

Incredibly, the force behind the massive arm was no more than that of Yin Tingting’s playful gestures.

Meanwhile, Lihua ran to fetch a basin of hot water. She tested the temperature with her finger, and finding it just right, she handed it to Apple with relief before going to fetch another basin, which she placed on a high-legged stool beside the bed.

Just as Qian Nai thought about asking Tezuka Kunimitsu to take her back, Fuji Syusuke and Echizen Ryoma had already left.

She looked around; the surroundings were completely unfamiliar. Not far away, pink silk gauze hung, and behind the fabric came the sound of rhythmic breathing.

"It seems the Sect Leader is unaware of this. No wonder Xuanyuan Xiao insisted that the Sect Leader protect his son; he was planning something this massive," Ye Yanqing muttered to himself.

Ye Yulin had grown up with Mu Chonghao and knew him well; he was truly surprised that he had made an exception to visit his relatives this time.

When she hung up the phone, her expression was not great, but she let out a sigh of relief, comforted by the knowledge that her best friend was not injured. However, her mind began to race, wondering what exactly had happened to her.

The young man shoved Fang Qi's hand away, and suddenly the air was filled with high-denomination banknotes. One even stuck to Brother Kun's face, but he didn't bother to remove it, as he could no longer bear to watch.

"Does Head Constable Zheng mean that we should just sit here and wait to be beheaded?" Wen Qihang continued to apply pressure.

"Be careful. Ensure the gift for the envoy is handled correctly; there must be no mistakes," Wen Qihang cautioned.

The vast majority of marriages are, in fact, mundane. There are no grand vows or heart-wrenching tragedies. The probability of finding one's ideal lover in the vast sea of humanity is no greater than winning a five-million-dollar lottery.