Volume One, Chapter 46: Miaotong Xu, Personal Female Secretary
Pah!
Though everyone found it hard to believe, it was clear that the venerable ancestor of the Xu family, a grandmaster of the ninth rank, could not have frightened himself to death.
It was plainly the overseer’s finger that struck down the Xu ancestor!
At this moment, Wang Tianqiao began to notice some clues. According to Lin Qi’s medical expertise, it was absolutely impossible for him to have lost to Zhuang Qiang.
Then Madam Lin spoke again, “I didn’t make it clear earlier. Your father only refused the marriage proposals involving Lan’er and Han’er. As for you and Xuan’er—both sides have already agreed.” Her words filled Guanyun with unexpected joy.
Watching everyone busy with their tasks, Ye Xiaorou faced a pile of information about the gentleman but felt utterly at a loss where to begin.
Yun Zhi nodded silently without thanks. This was a ‘transaction’ after all; having promised, he was bound to fulfill it.
“Now, I’ve told you everything in detail. Next, take a look at this Thousand Illusion Pearl. Afterwards, come by the Qinglong Campus,” Yang Yizhen said, forming a hand seal as he finished speaking.
Ishii Taro had gone out on a visit and hadn’t returned. Chen Xi arrived early at the hotel where he was staying. He didn’t hide away in some secluded corner but boldly entered the hotel and relaxed with a cup of coffee in its café.
In an instant, their eyes met, and everything around them seemed to fade away. The world shrank until only the two of them remained.
Lin Qi admitted that he wasn’t constantly consumed by longing; sometimes he fought hard to suppress it. Yet, when the moment came, memories surged in his mind like a rising tide.
“A faithful one who never misses,” Yan Jun said with reddened eyes, a self-mocking smile playing on his lips. Perhaps he had found some peace or clarity—whatever it was, tears had become a thing of the past for him.
Just after finishing a phone call, the Daoist Yeye suddenly saw someone appear from the air, landing beside them.
At the age when they had just left the ivory tower of their campus, this year was the only one in which they could still preserve their innocence.
On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the hundred-thousand-strong Wang army launched attacks from the western part of Xinzhou and the southern part of Qinzhou, advancing toward northern Qinzhou. The Dongfang and Lin clans of Qinzhou organized their forces to defend the city against the Wang army’s assault.
Meanwhile, “public screening” referred to large-scale official releases of films, divided into domestic screenings and global premieres. Naturally, those capable of a global release were heavyweight films.
As for the infantry covering the tanks, a single hit from an anti-tank artillery shell meant an utterly fatal end. Even the buildings on the corners became fragile in that moment, with concrete and bricks shattering and smoke filling the air.
Regarding her close friend Tian Yiyi, she was uncertain—perhaps she would watch again, or maybe she never would.
Next came the seats of the renowned regional marshals, each a celebrated war hero of remarkable merit, shining generals of their era.
Lin Chou tossed the donkey whip into the pot of spices and simmered it over a gentle fire, letting the black soy sauce, infused with various spices, thoroughly soak in.
“I wonder where he studied under?” To have attained such cultivation, innate talent was undoubtedly essential, but without a master’s guidance, such achievements were impossible.
His friend wore an expression that seemed to say some things could only be understood, not explained. Laughing, he ran behind him and began to untie the ropes.
The Jade King Mansion was the true ruler of the Ten Directions Province. The five factions all obeyed its commands; even the most powerful sect, the Heavenly Gate, was under its control.
Yun Yi, only sixteen years old, had already comprehended the essence of the sword. Such swordsmanship talent was a once-in-a-century occurrence in Qingfeng Town.