Volume 1, Chapter 29: Quality Over Quantity, The Third Audience with the Empress

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The rice grown in Qingshan Village, aside from what is supplied to their own inns like Qingyuan Residence, is sold in local shops. She had intended to visit the Yuan family anyway, and she had long since prepared gifts. Although today was a bit rushed, it would not be considered impolite. She decided to leave this patch of pineapples where they were and pick them up on her way back. They had been growing there for so long and nobody knew what they were, so it was unlikely anyone would snatch them up in the short time she was gone.

The man in glasses gave a stiff, forced smile, made an excuse about losing all his chips, and left the gambling table. Zhuo Feiyang indeed came over to offer a few words of greeting. Facing a demon like Sima Minghe, both men felt a deep sense of humiliation and frustration, finding it unbearable to have to yield.

At that time, his strength had surged, and the assassin failed to kill him. However, before the assassin died, he fired a poisonous needle straight at Zong Li’s brow. If it had struck, Zong Li would surely have died. At the final moment, Tang Yi appeared in front of Zong Li, taking the poisonous needle with her own body to shield him.

"Who’s playing games with you?" The spicy girl arched an eyebrow, leaned over, and hoisted a Gatling gun out of the car window, the long belt of ammunition trailing from the window all the way to the ground. He Mingyuan did not consider himself a pedant, but when forced to choose between filthy lucre and knowledge, he chose knowledge without hesitation.

"That works too." Da Zhuang thought for a moment. A-Lai’s mindset was not surprising; after all, they could earn plenty of points through normal trade.

"Since you’ve already made your move, where do you think you’re going?!" However, Lin Dong would not let this old man leave so easily. He stomped his foot, his figure darting forward like a flash, appearing instantly before Hua Gu.

Grandfather had become somewhat numb from the constant shocks; he figured that even if the Heavenly Emperor himself stood before him now, he wouldn't have much of an emotional reaction. Yan Yue Beizhai did not answer, merely nodding before turning back to look at the mage who was still chanting. The Tree Emperor’s aura was magnificent and ever-rising—it was far too strong. For miles around, the space was being shattered by the Tree Emperor Qingmu’s pressure, creating cracks that looked like lightning. What level of power was this?

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The master and apprentice sang in harmony, while Queen Jiang remained unresponsive throughout, neither offering to escort them nor forbidding it. In any case, it was second-rate material of little value, and since Ye Qiu was following the exact same process, Zhong Ruolan held no high hopes.

An Jieyu greeted everyone with a smile, offering humble words with poise, neither servile nor overbearing. One of the most common and obvious reasons for this was that the Emperor’s line was not flourishing, or that heirs simply could not be produced.

The two parked the car outside the old Fan estate, stepped out, and slipped stealthily into the mansion. They exchanged a look and nodded; one stayed at the door to keep watch, while the other crept toward the master bedroom.

Sitting in the bathtub and letting the hot water submerge her body, Yang Xiruo closed her eyes. Her head hurt—it truly hurt. She submerged her head in the water, feeling a faint, suffocating dizziness. Tears flowed, but she could not feel them. "Wei Junsheng, you are truly something, truly something. To be able to do such a thing—what reason do I have left to forgive you?"

Of course, Duan Chengyu and Yan Ruoyan never imagined that their lives would become inextricably linked in the future. However, Gale was unlucky to have gotten entangled with An Yi again. Recalling that the Dark Realm would spare no effort to snatch people away, plus the mysterious involvement of the Demon and Monster Realms, all four realms were now present. A cold, gloomy smile tugged at her lips, tinged with inexplicable irritation and rage.

Bai Muxue grabbed the threshold and turned back to glare at Xiao Ziqian. "You two had better not cause any trouble, otherwise...!" She used her eyes to abstractly describe the consequences.

"Right, Li Yi, I remembered! You promised me before that you would take responsibility for me. Tell me, what do you think should be done?" Liu Ruoying suddenly recalled that previous incident.

"Lanlan, I’ve already drafted the guest list for your birthday party. Are there anyone else you’d like to invite?" Yan Queyun said as he descended the birch staircase, handing the list to Yan Lan. She took a deep breath and raised her long sword, the golden light shimmering on its blade, yet she could not bring herself to strike.

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Qiao Lin and his group chased the target to a depression outside the market. Seeing they were only forty or fifty meters away, he prepared to use a divine art to charge forward, but the opponent stopped and turned around.

When Qian Feng and Hu Mei saw the change in the situation, they dared not hold back. One swung an axe and the other flicked a thread, both condensing terrifying holy power to strike at the giant net flying toward them.

"That's right, I am calling you scum! Don't you know she belongs only to me? You actually dared to get there before me—you’re practically asking for death!" Liu Cheng roared at Chu Mo, his fury erupting.

Wolong’s face was bitter. He truly couldn't understand how he had let Zhang Yang hug him.

"Zhang Yang, how do you know about the Moon Tribe? Come to the realm first and we'll talk." A few seconds later, Zhi Yue sent this message and cut off contact.

Seeing that Situ Lei’s breathing had stabilized after consuming the herb, Situ Yu let out a quiet sigh of relief. The gloom on his face gradually dissipated, and after casting a glance at Wang Da, he spoke in a calm tone.

"Ruo’er." The person who had been fine just a moment ago suddenly went limp as if dead, causing Qi Kexue to panic and cry out in alarm.

"Look..." Lin Feng casually wrapped his arm around the soft waist of Ye Weiyu, who had walked over, and pulled her onto his lap, pointing at the computer screen.

"One million? What a big mouth you have. Is your son’s body made of gold?" Chu Mo laughed with intense amusement.

Upstairs, the three children were drawing at the table. Ningning was telling Yueyue how she should draw. Yueyue, with colorful paint smeared across her face, listened intently to Ningning and tried her best to follow his instructions. She couldn't shake a sense of unease. Why did Grandfather keep Father behind? It must have been about Wenxin, right?