Volume One, Chapter 25: Three Wishes—May You Never Roam Far and Live a Long Life

The child cried and cried until hunger struck; after drinking milk, he wet his pants, and this busy cycle went on endlessly. They were willing to wait so long for Mu Yue because they had learned about Nangong Yuehua's situation and placed great hopes in her.

The importance of the college entrance exam is obvious; he had been looking forward to this day as well. Yet at that time, he was occupied with other matters and had not given it much thought. When he learned that Su Mengya had not done well in the exam because of him, he felt truly guilty.

No matter how today’s competition turns out, there will certainly be no more byes, and Mu’s abilities will become evident. The children of the Yang family contributed greatly to building this wall; just finding suitable branches on the mountain took them a considerable amount of time.

Zhouge smiled, striding boldly toward Ji Meng, completely ignoring Feng Yan, Ao Zhan, Di Linyuan, Jin Ye, and disregarding Bu Ya, Zhan Qing, and Lan Mi, stepping onto the high seat with reckless abandon.

Feng Yan sensed something was off in the room; she cast a subtle glance at Pure White, noticing her desperate attempt to disappear into the ground, and a hint of confusion flashed across her violet eyes.

During this time, Yang Yuwei asked her second sister to care for the mushrooms and wood ear fungus in the rabbit room.

Ye Lingxi did not stand on ceremony, sitting opposite Lin Qingxue. Mingxia personally served warm tea to Ye Lingxi, while the imperial consort looked from Ye Lingxi to Lin Qingxue.

Nangong Linfeng was already aware of Qian Lejun and Nangong Wanting’s schemes, so when Mu Yue spoke up at this moment, he would not object.

“All right, I’ll go invite Yang Hao. Take your time eating.” Qin Sang saw Qin Zhi looking like this and could only sigh helplessly.

“Don’t worry; I know my own health well. No need to be anxious, I won’t ask you for medical advice.” Yang Su seemed to see through Yun Hao’s concerns, locking eyes with him as he spoke.

“Marquis Yun, listen to me: it’s merely a scholarly dispute. Why take offense? Steward Luo has just arrived today; if there’s disagreement, let’s debate tomorrow,” Wen Dayan hurried over to mediate, being the most suited in status at the banquet.

“Brothers, the opportunity to get rich is here. Charge!” Sheng Yanshi’s rallying cry was always so inspiring.

“Lord Takeuchi represents the Matsunaga family, here to negotiate terms of surrender, correct?” Though I used honorifics, my tone remained cold and my face dark as a thundercloud. The military officers on either side mirrored my interrogation, resting hands on sword hilts and staring at him icily.

However, having witnessed Luo Xia’s moves twice, the 442 Legal Association clearly had no intention of giving him another chance.

Still, he would not let Zhang Tao off so easily; with his own status, it would be simple enough to set obstacles for Nan Chong’s development.

Moreover, these swollen muscles had no rhyme or reason—one patch here, another there; some people had one side swollen and the other wasted, leaving them sprawled on the ground, seemingly dead.

Stark was surprised: “You’re looking for her too? We tried to contact her, but couldn’t reach her. I called her Wujin Laboratory; her assistant said she originally planned to evacuate, but for some reason canceled it and is now busy in the lab.”

Hui Ge expressed the same intent. Mengzi and Ma Liang said it depended on the total investment required; they were willing to contribute.

“Sir, the checkpoint isn’t just run by us traffic police; the armed police are here too. Forcing your way through will bring nothing good,” the traffic officer replied with dignity.

Raising the pale bones, in an instant, a white shadow rushed before Meng Batian, lifting the skeletal arm and bringing it down fiercely. If this blow landed, Meng Batian’s head would be split in two at once.

Afterward, Su Xiyue and others, protected by bodyguards, made their way toward Li Hong’s intensive care unit.

Batian’s eagle’s beak was already half a meter from Shankong’s chest, about to strike. If it hit, Shankong would be doomed.

After Li Longji’s unified command of “Rise,” she stood up, only to feel her vision blur, her body swaying, and was immediately supported by someone. Fearing an embarrassing fall, she clung tightly to that person’s hand, squeezing so hard she nearly deformed it.

This cave was small, with no other exits or entrances. No chests, no gold or jewels, no coins or magic stones, nor magic cores or materials.

“Boss, come over here.” Over there, Cheng Haiyang suddenly called out. Shen Yan looked up to see Cheng Haiyang standing before a broken water tank, staring at it with a serious expression.

The monsters outside had no idea what was happening; knowing an energy barrier separated them, they mustered their courage and approached.

Heaven’s will is unfathomable and inscrutable, yet since the emperor’s mood improved, the burden of state affairs entrusted to him only grew, even the annual selection of officials next year was handed to him entirely. He was grateful and delighted, barely having time to help the emperor with his own troubles; now his reasoning was sound and he would not be called to account.

So at this moment, whether for his father, his brother, the entire Beichen Iaido dojo’s vengeance, or his own selfish reasons, Beichen Wangjing truly anticipated his ancestor striking down the god of death.

But after what happened recently, he realized the Qingyun Sect had already seen through his plans and countered his corpse demon insects.

Underneath the jade bowl sat a small opening, upon which rested a thread made from a pale green medicinal herb; the still-warm blood flowed along the thread into a bamboo tube underground, spreading in all directions.

After fumbling for a while, Shen Lan’s movements were exceedingly provocative, doing her utmost to stir up my desire.

“Amitabha, did you sleep well last night, Master Feng?” Master Nianwu asked softly, hands pressed together.