Volume One, Chapter 60: Honoring One’s Parents Through Ancestral Rites

The grand avenue, wide enough to simultaneously accommodate eight carriages, was packed to the brim with bustling crowds. Among them, richly dressed merchants hurried back and forth, searching high and low for precious medicinal herbs. Meanwhile, on the third floor of a teahouse overlooking the boulevard, three people sat in a private window-side alcove, gazing down at the bustling street below.

"I went to the first branch of the Shennong Hall, and the manager said neither of them was there, handing back only the two swords. They must have failed their mission and fled in shame, too embarrassed to face anyone," Mei Sanniang said, her face etched with indignation.

Feeling the delicate warmth lingering in his palm, Su Cheng felt his senses awaken as if in a single, timeless instant.

Su Cheng raised his eyelids slightly, took a light step back, effortlessly dodging Beita’s charging figure, and casually thrust out a foot.

"Hah!" An ancient sigh echoed through the air. Yaoye felt the sound detonate beside her ear like a thunderclap, followed by an eerie sense of her power slipping out of control, causing her to instantly release her grip.

One could say that out of every ten replies, nine were dissenting opinions, while the remaining one was likely a plant hired by Heavenly Melody Demon Language from among the Heroes' Assembly players.

However, Li Song felt that this player still lacked a complete understanding of winning the chicken dinner. Even if you are a master player, if your teammates are exceptionally poor, dropping into the airport will still get your teammates killed.

"Not bad, not bad at all! My marksmanship in games is actually quite decent—a headshot with a 98K from eight hundred meters away, no doubt about it!" Su Cheng grinned broadly, his phone screen displaying the victory screen after securing first place.

Should Li Song get angry and leave the platform, everyone knew how massive the losses would be. Therefore, the company never made demands of Li Song, always discussing matters with him in an exceptionally polite manner.

Thus, Bu Ting was bound to atone for the crimes he had committed. Even knowing that withdrawing his army was a blunder, Bu Ting had no choice but to lead his troops back to Jinguan City.

The Dao Ancestor had only just noticed the strange phenomenon over the fairy mountain; after all, it was impossible for him to monitor this place at every single moment.

While Huang Hu himself felt a bit nervous, he deliberately put on a carefree facade. Anyone unaware would have thought he was an immortal descended to earth.

Richard unwrapped Dory's leather armor and peeled back her blood-soaked linen undergarment, exposing her smooth, pale skin to the fresh air. The sudden exposure, combined with the fabric scraping against her wounds as it was pulled away, caused Dory to let out a soft, involuntary moan.

Built entirely on the foundation of beguiling human hearts, if even a single person remained unbeguiled, the endeavor could hardly be considered complete. Without perfection, how could one achieve true immortality?

At this moment, Long Xing showed no traces of light or fluctuations of primordial energy. He appeared lost in comprehension, or perhaps simply resting quietly without doing anything at all.

"Let's dig in, everyone!" Following Yang Zhenbin's announcement, the whole class responded, and the next sound to fill the air was the shuffling of footsteps.

An ancient proverb says, "Benevolence does not rule an army." Therefore, White Wolf did not consider herself a qualified commander and had handed over the task of leading the army to Black Wolf, who viewed human lives as mere grass. The number of humans Black Wolf had personally killed likely reached the hundreds of thousands, so she naturally cared little for the lives of goblins.

Yet, even though Long Xing had anticipated it a step earlier, the attack happened so abruptly that the clothing across Xiang Shaosong's back was still torn to shreds by the giant flower's fangs, leaving his back instantly covered in blood.

When close-quarters combat finally ensued, the Huainan army would have no choice but to draw their blades and fight these Qi soldiers to the death in hand-to-hand combat.

For the very first time in his life, feeling a sense of true happiness, he made a monumental decision: he would speak his name, tell her, and let her know.

"Senior, I have all the time in the world. Please, go ahead!" Mu Sen gazed fixedly at Lin Ye, his eyes burning with intensity.

Su Mu gently raised his hand, his fingers flickering with a lustrous, jade-like sheen as they danced like butterflies among flowers—a movement born of natural rhythm, perfectly aligned with the Great Dao.

The crowd chattered amongst themselves for a moment before nodding in unison. Chen Deming responded with a smile curving the corners of his mouth.

Xu Chen showed a trace of slight surprise, realizing his previous judgment had been mistaken. Zhao Lei's ability to project his true Qi to form an attack meant his cultivation had already reached the Yuanying realm.

The senior brother seemed to pay little attention to what Chu Ming had said, mumbling something before writing down the name "Chu Ming" amidst the blank stares of those around him.

The young man was instantly dumbfounded—since when did I become Sima Wentian's loyal lackey? Well, perhaps it could be interpreted that way.

The giant axe, radiating a red-flaming spiritual energy, flashed like a stream of light, hacking down again and again against the all-encompassing frost.

"Oh! Well, you're certainly lucky enough to see what my ugly little girl's world looks like." Lu Yun's lips curled into a mocking smile.

With a heavy heart, Liu Bin was naturally in low spirits. Although Wang Ya娜 (Wang Yana) vaguely guessed something was amiss, she could never have imagined that he was sinking hopelessly into the quagmire of whether his mother would remarry.

"My husband's fall, for now, appears to pose no major danger. It's simply that due to advanced age, his bones are prone to fractures from osteoporosis and will recover rather slowly. He requires complete peace and quiet to recuperate and must not overexert himself!" In the rear residence of the Zhao estate, before the sickbed, the elderly imperial physician spoke with a benevolent expression, bowing respectfully toward Zhao Pu, who frequently reached back to support his aching lower back.

Bai Chuanqing knew that ever since Ayane's mother passed away unexpectedly, her father had buried himself entirely in his research to cope with the grief.

In the northern region, Zhang Fei and Xu Huang had already conquered two commanderies and were currently dealing with other affairs.

Since its founding as a city, Shanghai had always been the center of cotton textile and trade in the empire's south. Seventy years later, this position had not only remained unshaken but had grown even more secure.

Naturally, the linen market was in decline, but luxury fabrics like silk remained thoroughly prosperous—occupying an entirely different racecourse from cotton cloth.

Thus, when members of the middle class wrote, whether on square paper, round paper, or fan-shaped paper, their formatting remained identical. They failed to adapt to local conditions, failed to teach according to the material's aptitude, and failed to leave appropriate blank spaces dictated by the varying shapes of the paper.

Having made up his mind, Lu Wu mustered all his strength in the water, raised his left hand, and tried once more to grasp the wooden pillar.

In the south stand, a massive banner of the UEFA Champions League trophy was unfurled, a declaration of the championship by the Tottenham fans.