Volume One, Chapter 22: Mo Xingyuan, Let Me Sleep on the Bed

He had originally thought this young man was a rare uncut jade, but now he realized he was merely an obstinate stone—perhaps just lucky, thus born with innate strength.

The clamor seemed to surge from all directions, and if not for the fact that he saw no one around, he would have thought himself thrown onto a battlefield.

Xie Jingyi had already prepared breakfast. The two of them greeted the elderly couple, then sat down to eat.

Shen Liu and Chen Ba, in their team, encountered only a level-four eight-legged black spider. Shen Liu demonstrated his mastery of formations, assisting Chen Ba in dealing with the creature with ease. Apart from that, all went smoothly.

Acting as a surrogate mother, Shen Xiao rested her chin on her hand, racking her brains to ponder Miracle’s performance. Yet her figure stood motionless in the blazing sun until the maid brought in the wet nurse.

She had intended to find Wu Xiaolong and save Jiang Yao. That way, Liu Xuan would surely be grateful to her. Now, however, she had lost the chance to make her mark.

“What did you just say? Ah Hu confessed?” In the city of Sujiang Prefecture, in the northern district where commoners lived, a burly figure slammed the table in a dimly lit room, his face full of disbelief and confusion.

In recent years, the pace of technological development worldwide had slowed. Many scientific disciplines had reached their limits, and only then did the Huazu people’s overall technological prowess gradually catch up.

Suddenly, a flood of information surged into her mind. Tang Li hastily pressed her hands to her head, disregarding her discomfort and trying hard to absorb and process it.

Taking his seat, he noticed a striking stranger on the viewing platform—a woman with golden hair and blue eyes in a cheongsam, exuding exotic charm. Though surprised by Gu Zhun’s youthful appearance, she greeted him with composed courtesy.

Most likely, Chen Wangbo would be sent here, while she herself would go to the local magistrate office to retrieve the records and investigate Ghost Village in person.

Shangguan Yiran was so frightened that her nerves tensed immediately. Instinctively, she shivered, feeling a chill pass by.

Only now did she truly understand why so many Western martial artists risked everything to infiltrate foreign lands, killing and restraining the martial strength of the Fenglin Kingdom.

This was the only thought in Gongsun You’s mind at that moment. Gripping two forging blades, he charged at Ye Huangchu.

Ximen Qingtian had likely never been treated this way in his life; his face immediately flushed a livid purple, a look of shame and anger contorting his features.

“I know everything now. I understand what you’re saying, and I don’t blame you.” Lu Ao, emulating Tang Yi, turned to face him, placed a hand on Tang Yi’s shoulder, and gave it two gentle pats to console him.

The Jin family, confident in their numbers, divided everyone into four groups: one followed the head of the family, Jin Shan; another stayed with young master Jin Xiaosheng to guard the residence; one protected their own shops; and the last attacked the Song and Cai families’ businesses.

The beggar glanced at Wei Zichu, pondered for a moment, then finally stopped, took a towel to wipe the grease from his hands and face, and, patting his belly, sat aside.

But he was destined never to understand, for even Chen Shi himself had no idea what those things drawn on his body meant.

After quickly restoring order in the office, Totoli stormed in, her rage unabated. Upon entering, she saw a shocking pool of fresh blood on the wall, and on the ground, a corpse that perfectly embodied the phrase “wrapped in horsehide.”

No one could have imagined that this black-scaled guard, only at the early stage of spiritual cultivation, would stand no chance against Zhang Yi and be struck down without resistance.

Vani Singh, the Indian arms tycoon, mainly controlled the Southeast Asian market. Especially after the Sacred Path was wiped out by Xiao Ming and his group, he expanded into Japan and recently began reaching into Eastern Europe, becoming Andreevich’s arch-enemy.

Leng Yihan’s stern gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the young man in the front row.

With a tearing sound, the pink silk cloth on Rong Yixia was ripped open, revealing a red silk undergarment beneath.

“Juan, is that the slave Cornelia bought back?” Cartus, listening to the nobles’ exclamations around him, turned to ask his legitimate son Juan who sat beside him.

After court was dismissed, Leng Aotian, his expression complex, looked at Su Luoman, who was full of vigor and unanimously endorsed by all the high officials. Heavy-footed, he left the grand hall.

The escaping light seemed to notice Zhang Yi as well. It abruptly changed direction, heading straight for him, and in a flash, revealed an old man with a white beard.

At this moment, Father finally opened up, saying, “Our country’s current leader is actually a tsundere girl about the same age as you, Totoli! When I saw her photo, I thought she was a mature lady! Damn, that’s such a disappointment!” he grumbled, clearly upset.

“What did the Dragon Chief want to discuss with you just now?” Lin Gu and Xiao Ming chatted casually while walking outside.

After exhaling a long breath, Guan Xiyue placed the Shennong Ore atop the phoenix egg.

It’s worth mentioning that the spiritual rice of the Yuanlong Dynasty was mostly stored in Yuanlong City. The granaries scattered throughout the dynasty’s territory, on the other hand, mainly stored various ordinary grains.

Eileen tried her best to ensure every bullet found its mark, but the enemy seemed utterly unafraid of death, not caring in the least that bullets struck their bodies.

They had to throw Barks into chaos—the more enemies the Barks Empire had, the better their chances.

In the past, even if the Northern Bear learned of his true identity, nothing would have come of it.

In Moonless City, only Helion Technologies excelled at human brain prosthetic modification. Their research on psychic power even surpassed that of the old Beastmaster Association.

The cultivators of the Ye family’s Tong generation represented the younger generation; seeing the young man before them, barely over thirty, already at the Foundation Establishment stage, they couldn’t help but admire him.

After all, the secret chamber was a sealed space. Even if Marbert regained control of Ales’s body, there was no way out.

Luden pocketed the key, and Meg even sat proactively on the box, lest its contents mysteriously vanish.