Volume 1, Chapter 22: Laid Bare

"The Tribulation of Nirvana?"

Upon hearing this name, Yun Pinghai was instantly stunned. Was there even such an illness?

"The Tribulation of Nirvana... could this girl be...?" Doctor Hua’s pupils contracted sharply at the mention of the name, as if he had suddenly recalled something.

"Go prepare! There’s no time for chatter!" Qi Wuxie commanded.

Regaining his composure, Yun Pinghai immediately went to make arrangements. Fortunately, this villa was quite spacious with many vacant rooms, and they soon found one without any windows.

"Wait outside; do not come in to disturb me!"

Without further explanation, Qi Wuxie carried Yun Zhiqiu directly into the room and shut the door behind him.

"I’ve already checked everything, and all preparations are complete; now we are just waiting for my formula. I’ve looked at the calendar—tomorrow is an auspicious day, perfect for a trial production. You should have someone prepare some offerings; after we pay our respects tomorrow morning, we can officially begin," said Zhou Zixuan.

Looking back at Murong Su’s smiling face, Huang Shigang felt it was quite sincere. A wave of guilt washed over him; he had once used underhanded tactics to lower the status of their family, and yet now they were helping him like this. It left him feeling rather uneasy.

Beigong Meng was very familiar with the Illusion Palm. Seeing that her injury left no mark, she let out a sigh of relief.

Zhang Hao held it in his hand, though Xiao Kai didn't dare urge him to toss it over. But, since Zhang Hao had spoken to this extent, he must intend to give it to him, right?

When Fang Minghuai returned to the Jiao residence that evening, he headed straight for Fang Han’niang’s courtyard, looking furious.

When Kushitan Miyu, whose strength was a hundred times his own, appeared, he relied on his silver tongue to trick her into wearing the "Servant's Ring," turning her into Chen Tianqi's first servant.

The Wu tribe, inheritors of Pangu’s bloodline, were connected by blood. Just from the aura of his blood, the Great Witches could sense that unique dignity belonging to the Ancestral Witches emanating from Chen Tianqi.

As long as she faced the sight of Mo Yu and Meng Yue standing together so harmoniously, the pain in her heart would never cease. The wound felt as though it had been ripped open, bleeding fresh red; it turned out that her healing had only been an illusion of her own making.

"Are you trying to distance yourself and betray your own sect?" A strange smile hung on Zhang Hao’s face.

The power of the Blood Soul Sword went without saying; if it could be fully restored, it would undoubtedly be a great help to him.

I took out my sister-in-law’s car keys and wrote a note, roughly explaining that I had bought a car and would no longer need to drive hers.

A crisp metallic clashing sound rang out. The Cold Ice Sword forced Xu Baichuan’s arm into a state of numbness with the Dark Night Shadow Blade in his hand, and he himself retreated several steps.

The third dish was roasted sweet potato. This dish was the simplest to prepare; just toss it into the fire pit, and it was done.

Although they hadn't met the King of Jiangning in person, they hadn't expected their cooperation with the Wushuang Group to attract the attention of such a high-profile figure.

Therefore, using a tray the size of an acre to add the spirit liquid to the Gloom-Cold Fruit would be a huge waste; a large amount of the liquid would evaporate into wastewater before it could be absorbed.

To use everything that could be used, to stop at nothing to make oneself stronger—that was what she ought to be doing.

In the fruit section, there were a few Hanging Green litchi trees. Bright red, plump fruits hung all over the branches; by estimation, each tree bore at least two thousand pounds of fruit.

But as the saying goes, one is soft-handed after taking gifts and short-tongued after eating someone's food. Since I had eaten her grand meal, I had to do as she asked.

She didn't hesitate. In fact, it wasn't a difficult thing to inquire about; it was just that Lin Xing hadn't cared enough to ask.

Over the three years, especially in a major European land power like the Bolan Kingdom, their ground armed forces had reached nearly several million personnel.

So when he heard Liu Mian’s words, he was very unhappy. Everyone was just a dog for the Investigation Bureau; no one was nobler than anyone else, so by what right could he lecture him on morality?

The moment Li Kai and his companion entered the factory gate, Manager Sun, who was in charge of their business, squeezed out a smile and walked over to greet them.

Killer Bee was better off; having transformed back into human form, he was floating on the water, covered in bruises and unconscious.

Wen Xun slowly released his grip on Duan Feixue’s hand. He felt momentarily dazed, unsure if he had truly experienced a hallucination.

Once Cheng Yuxin took out the key to open the door, Zhang Chu slowly set down Mother Cheng, whose face was flushed bright red.

As he spoke, Lin Tian poked the surface of the chicken breast with his finger, leaving an indentation where he had pressed.

Lin Guo’er got into the black sedan, completely unaware that in the dark corner, Huang Zhiyu’s eyes were fixed intently on them, his brows tightly locked.

As for the members of the three major sects, they were mere ants. Notice how they were all hiding far away, either avoiding disaster or waiting to scavenge for scraps—none dared to stand side-by-side with the Imperial Guards.

This was his first time taking on an apprentice; he had no experience and truly couldn't distinguish whether the boy was foolish or possessed great wisdom hidden behind a dull exterior.

So, all these good things were actually orchestrated by Su Ming; no wonder he had come to visit in person.

Through the dim light of the corridor, I saw Wang Jiong lying on the bed in a spread-eagled position, not even having taken off his clothes.

The others chimed in, unable to understand why someone with such a family background would still come to work with them.

As for this thing called love, it was truly miraculous. Having spent only a little over three days with her, a glimmer of affection had sprouted deep in my heart. However, hindered by the fact that she was my senior sister, I dared not express it, and could only suppress this shred of emotion within my heart.

Seeing a rare opportunity to mock Murong Ye, Madam Wang naturally jumped at the chance.

Jinghua was half-reclined on the bed, looking extremely thin, but his spirit was quite good. Seeing her enter, he smiled continuously.

He had so many things to worry about every day; how could he remember what he had eaten? Recently, whenever the word "eat" was mentioned, the only impression left was one of pain.

Listening to the two of them, I felt quite depressed. This "Cauliflower-head" was just a loafer in our town; I never expected that because of some crummy game, he would become so diligent. It’s rare indeed. It seems I’ll have to find a chance to play that game so I don’t fall out of touch with society.

She didn't know if she was bewitched by his deep, dark eyes, or if she had already fallen for him, or if she wanted to use the zero-distance between them to feel that they were both truly alive—or something else entirely—but in any case, she really sat on top of him.

"I’ve already contacted the driver and the airport staff. Don't worry, the driver is already waiting by the luggage bay and will bring your bags over the moment they arrive," Uncle Monitor Li told his sister-in-law, urging her not to worry.

Never doubt the influence of the Zhao family in the business world, especially in the North. Many people treat the actions of the Zhao family as a benchmark.

The original owner’s body felt as if it had been drinking; Yun Ranqiu felt a bit dizzy, and his embrace was very comfortable.

Old Master Huo could even detect a hint of mockery in his tone—due to events from many years ago, the relationship between Old Master Huo and the Ji family had always been very cold.

Just like when Yan Yiyi was kidnapped and used to threaten him, the indescribable panic, self-blame, and fear he had felt in his heart—he wanted Wang Shicheng to taste that same sense of despair.