Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Tiger of the Western Depot, Eating Soft Rice Hard

Atop the Star-Plucking Pavilion.

Yu Xuanji held a teapot in her delicate, fair hands, brewing tea over a gentle fire against the warmth of the winter sun.

Suddenly, she heard the loud shout echoing from downstairs.

Ban Hua felt as though she had been placed upon a pyre, the flames raging so fiercely they lit half the sky in crimson. She parted her parched lips, but her vision met only the pitch-black sky. Before long, snowflakes began to drift down from above, growing heavier and heavier until she was so cold she had nowhere to hide.

She had always assumed the Third Master possessed extraordinary martial arts, but it turned out this burly man was quite formidable as well. After trading so many blows with the Third Master, he had yet to suffer defeat.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaoyin agreed without a second thought. Lu Xi glanced at Hongluan, who nodded in understanding, catching her meaning.

However, considering that he had saved her, she couldn't be bothered to argue about anything, especially since she lacked the strength.

How could the media possibly let slip such a prime opportunity? They sensationalized the story wildly, and by early morning, the atmosphere at the lakeside villa was exceptionally gloomy.

In high spirits, her face practically beamed with radiance. Mo Yitian glanced at her sideways, just about to pull her into his embrace, when his phone rang—it was a call from Han Jiaying.

"What if this isn't what he wants?" Following Bo Youchuan's interpretation, this individual simply wished to watch others suffer.

He Jinnian's fingers tapped rhythmically against the tabletop, beat by beat, as his gaze fixed upon Ye Ning, turning cold and dark.

She finally realized that whenever she casually praised something as pretty or rather nice, Pabenni would claim it for his own collection the very next second, without the slightest hesitation.

Originally, after the banquet concluded, she had intended to give Ban Hua a hard time, but who could have known that Ban Hua would be called away by people from the Duke of Cheng's estate? She had no choice but to swallow her frustration back down. Yet, recalling how often she had been left speechless by Ban Hua in the past, Xie Wanyu remained endlessly resentful.

"Flurried and flustered, what has happened?" She raised her hand gracefully to adjust the hair at her temples.

Yet if one listened closely, they would notice those sounds were interspersed with the rustling noise of shifting gravel.

It was hard to imagine that such despicable deeds were actually committed by an empress who bore the responsibility of mothering the nation.

"Hahahaha, but you're still just as cute as before, oh~" Chen Chuansheng said with a face full of doting affection.

"Very well," Luo Nan replied. Having spent a long time with Wu Feng, Luo Nan now knew that Wu Feng's strength was far from simple; he could never quite fathom just how powerful Wu Feng truly was.

Cuihua hurriedly helped her elderly mother into the main hall, while Beinanz brought over a washbasin and a towel, and Nannnan handed a cup of water to her grandmother.

Every time Yan Xiong showed up, he hijacked their cases, making them feel like mere window dressing. What would they do if Mr. Shi fired them one day?

Once their living quarters were settled, Yan Yun joined in to help prepare dinner. While peeling a potato, she noticed a purple ring inside it, as though it had gone bad.

Hearing this, Wu Feng also raised his gaze toward the sky, where a colossal avian monster beast was slowly descending. As it drew closer, its massive form blotted out the sun, casting a colossal shadow that enveloped the entire city of Junjun.

Gua Gua looked at that familiar face; despite longing for her incessantly every moment and racking her brain for an excuse to reach out, feeling utterly helpless while taking a solitary walk, she had miraculously appeared before her eyes once again. Right now, her tumultuous emotions had reached an indescribable peak.

The grain yield per mu across the entire planet of Osu fluctuated merely between three hundred and five hundred catties. Only famed, scenic mountains endowed with exceptional natural beauty, occupied by sects like the Wutong Sect, could yield nearly a thousand catties per mu due to their unique soil environment.