Volume 1, Chapter 35: The Fleeting Splendor, A Blaze That Consumes All

Compared to her mother, A-Yan seemed far too carefree.
Liang Jiang thought to himself, then quickly shook his head, "It's nothing."
Wen Shiyan scooped up a mushroom and placed it in his bowl. "A-Jiang, my father's cooking is incredibly delicious. Once you taste it, you’ll never forget it as long as you live."
When Scotland probed the iceberg with his psychic power, he immediately sensed waves of intense, hateful mental fluctuations emanating from that pure, icy mass. These psychic energies were so deeply integrated with the iceberg that it was as if they were bound like soul to body.
Jiang Fan had already imposed on Su Yue for quite some time. If he were to stay any longer, it would not reflect well on her reputation.
However, because the Crown Prince was currently at the height of his power, there were so many guests attending the banquet that the doorkeeper was too busy to think, allowing Ye Lan'er to slip through.
"May I ask for your esteemed names?" Zhou Shuo held back the two young women and smilingly stepped forward to meet the two monsters, whose faces were covered in burns and who reeked of charred flesh.
As for Song Xiangrui, he could only stand by as a spectator, his heart aching as he watched Lin Yan continue to squander Foundation Establishment Pills.
Although he did not need to prepare the ingredients himself, he had to have all the various seasonings and condiments ready before the others returned with the food—and since this banquet promised to be a large one, there would be a significant amount of preparation required.
"Hua Nongying." The nineteen masters of Taoist arts, both old and young, looked at Zhou Shuo but did not answer him directly. Instead, they turned their gaze toward the girl beside him. She was a disciple of the Yaochi Sect, and an elite talent at that; had she not encountered Hong Yi and suffered such misfortune, she would still be the Hall Master of the Huayue Hall of the Yaochi Sect.
A single sword strike first forced the warrior Nanhai Huashao, who had been laughing so hard he could not stand straight, to retreat; then, the blade, shimmering with a cold light, slashed toward the throat of the mage Diecheng Xunlang.
Guo Guangcheng was chatting with someone in a sunny, sheltered spot by the door, showing little sign of grief. Mother Guo was there as well, and while she sighed repeatedly, her words were all about how the child had lacked good fortune, blaming Hongling for being useless and failing to protect the boy.
The remaining four people each received a soft, squishy basketball toy—yes, the orange kind, but one that couldn't be bounced and could only serve as a pillow.
Hearing Chao Tianrui’s words, Qin Guyue immediately placed his hand on the white jade treasure mirror. Relying on memories from his other soul, he envisioned a specific place: Pingjing, the capital of the Hua Kingdom.
"What’s going on?" Lin Weiwei asked calmly. The Tian-Shang Group’s servers used a firewall she had designed herself; how could they possibly be compromised by a hacker?
"Patriarch Nado, Brother Zhanba, you should return now. But I have one piece of advice for you: behave yourselves, or you will regret it when it is too late." Chen Hao gave the two dwarves a deep, meaningful look. This was a sincere warning: do not cause any more trouble for the human race, or he would not be so lenient next time.
Bi Anmo accelerated to the maximum speed, yet the atmosphere inside the car remained oppressive until the silence was broken by a call from Zuo An.
"What is there to fear about danger? I just want to go out and see the world," Pangu Qinglong said, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation.
Zhang Liang, the head eunuch under Longwu Zhu Yujian and now the Foreign Minister of the Huaxia Army, was under the management of Zhang Qiang and the coordination of Zhou Zhou. Having previously been sent as an envoy to Feng Shuangli’s forces under the Yongli Southern Ming, he was now dispatched once again to the Southern Ming state, which Feng Shuangli had since defected to.
"What’s impossible about it? Didn't Elder Wei say that the fellow we met this morning possessed stone-gambling skills not inferior to his own?" Xie Guangyao said indifferently.
Upon learning that the blood-jade heavenly bead had actually been a gift from Mo Ke, Zhou Yixun was even more astonished. How could a single piece of jewelry have such miraculous effects?