Volume One, Chapter 35: I Am the Law

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The person who came to open the door was an old woman, her hair white as silver threads and her back hunched. Rubbing her bleary eyes as though she had just awakened from a pleasant dream, she asked,

“Who is it, at this hour of the night?”

There were three visitors in all: a young monk followed by two middle-aged monks. Ding Jia and the others watched them warily. It was exceedingly rare for someone to take religious vows at such an advanced age…

The fat man was named Liu Yan, courtesy name Yihou. His family owned five hundred mu of fertile farmland, making him a thoroughgoing member of the landlord class. Though he had passed the examination for licentiate, he knew there was little hope of passing the metropolitan examination. As for why he still came every autumn examination season, it was simply because he could not bring himself to abandon that sliver of possibility.

He appeared to be in his fifties, with hair beginning to turn gray and deep creases etched across his face. What impressed Zhang Jie most was the registrar’s mouthful of yellow teeth. Whenever the man opened his mouth to speak, Zhang Jie even had the unsettling impression that this registrar might be about to devour someone.

In the plan, she stated that the planned economy adopted by the military subdistrict could indeed unite all available strength, concentrate funds, manpower, and materials on major undertakings, and thus achieve a leap forward within a relatively short period.

The village chief sighed inwardly from the side: What is there for you to think about? Of course you’ll refuse outright. Lord Zuo has brought this provincial inspector along—could he possibly threaten you, Master Mu? Have our relations really gone beyond the level of that gentlemanly friendship that is as pure and insipid as water?

“The key point is that the person involved is named Sang Renqing.” Xia Qing pronounced the name slowly, one syllable at a time. The Second Senior Brother’s eyes widened further and further as he stared at her and slowly asked, “And then?”

Sang Renqing had only met her at this time. How had they somehow become engaged?

Everyone in the military subdistrict knew that as long as the commander was not away, barring some truly exceptional circumstance, he would unfailingly join the troops for morning exercises. Once the exercises were over, he would immediately choose a company and eat, study, crawl, and train alongside the soldiers, never granting himself special treatment.

Later, the relationship between the two grew increasingly close, and Gu Mocheng gradually learned about the story behind Liu Xiaolan’s back.

The banquet could not have been any simpler: four dishes and one soup, all served in large basins. There was no alcohol at all, only a large bottle of soft drink sitting on the table.

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In truth, the world we see is far more frightening than we imagine. Take Chen Xueqian’s film, for instance. It is set in the equally beautiful and brightly lit country of France, yet in places unknown to the characters, terrifying events beyond the ordinary person’s belief are happening every moment.

All of this was information Bai Xun had told Jun’s Qingluo. Years of missions had brought him into contact with countless things. Even as a member of the Special Abilities Bureau, he often encountered strange incidents. Making the necessary preparations was therefore essential; one never knew when they might save his life.

To escape, the Wood Enchantress had no choice but to open her mouth and spit out a streak of green light. A jade-green wooden needle shot forth with a hiss, aimed directly at the center of the dahlia.

As for Huangfu Bingli, she already knew that Ninth Wangqing had come to S City. Moreover, as a member of the Special Research Group, Ninth Wangqing might well appear on an occasion like this.

They reached the wrecked ships and passed through them smoothly. Just as they were about to emerge from the wreckage, all the ruined vessels suddenly began to move, forming a circle that surrounded the boat carrying Leng Yuehuang and the others.

“I believe in you, and I believe in my own judgment!” Senior Gu nodded as well, then continued speaking.

Stranger Bu Qingyi: You… You’d better not celebrate too soon. Ji Chenfeng has already promised Xiao Hongjian that he will break up with you.

I frowned and instinctively held my breath, unwilling to smell even the slightest trace of fragrance from her body.

“Wouldn’t it be strange not to have any hair?” Apart from monks, even newborn babies had hair, didn’t they?

Cheng Yiyi had previously investigated Shen Xinyue. In addition, Xiaotang Yuan had publicly acknowledged that Shen Xinyue was his biological elder sister. Cheng Yiyi had therefore always believed that for Shen Xinyue to become the heiress of the Ye family, she had either climbed the social ladder by taking Ye Qingming as her godfather, or used some method to deceive the Ye family.

Xinyue had actually seen him, but did not want him to disturb the pleasure of dining with Chenfeng, so she pretended not to notice him.

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He stood in the hotel lobby, gazing at Cheng Lu’s retreating figure with damp, yearning eyes, hoping she would turn around and say to him, “I’ll be down in a moment.”

It was not only the few of them. Every student blocking the way outside, as well as Chen Yuanyuan and the others, found themselves unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as Lu Chang’an’s departing figure faded into the distance.

That cowardly Mo Zang E’peng did not dare provoke the Khitans, and instead came to pick a fight with the Great Song.

Having finished speaking, Lu Yan tossed the account book before Madam Yang and looked at her, waiting for her to see what was wrong.

Yan Dao flew backward as though struck by a train. Blood poured uncontrollably from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.

“When we were at the Heavenly Evolution Sect, how many wicked deeds did you commit in my name? Did I ever truly hold even one of them against you?” Elder Qingjing looked at Ban Qi with deep anguish.

As soon as the door opened, the air conditioner in the room groaned and creaked under the strain. Judging by the yellow-and-black wall-mounted unit, the machine was probably nearly as old as the building itself.

The Guide’s form was illusory, its will shattered. He sacrificed himself to bring forth the Supreme-Grade Spiritual Root, the Bodhi Tree, freeing it from the constraints of physical form and allowing it to truly become an independent living being.

They grew even more cautious. They did not fear venomous snakes or ferocious beasts, but neither did they dare to become overconfident. Whether it meant suffering injury or alerting the enemy, they would never allow such a thing to happen.

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