Volume 1, Chapter 38: Celebrating the New Year on Pole Island?

Wen Zhi did not respond; she lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, plugging in her power bank.

Shen Nianchi glanced back at her but said nothing.

"What are you dawdling for? We don't have time to waste like this. We have work tomorrow, so hurry home!" Su Yuyan frowned as she looked at Yang Zhengjie, who was standing outside, and spoke indifferently.

Zuo Jiang felt utterly helpless at this response, though he was also filled with curiosity. He found that the master he served was becoming increasingly unfamiliar to him.

The City Lord of Hundred Flowers had a face so dark it seemed as if blood were dripping from it. He immediately flew forward to the side of the elders. Once Cen Jiunian saw the City Lord of Hundred Flowers, she finally understood what was happening.

At the summit of a thousand-foot-tall peak, Wang Changsheng and Mu Wanwan stood side by side, a pieced-together map spread out on the ground before them.

That vibrant red, paired with her dewy, delicate makeup, instantly added a touch of allure to her otherwise quintessential aristocratic demeanor.

To be precise, the area beneath the five men's knees had suddenly dissolved into blood, causing their bodies to lose support and sink as their height diminished.

The two continued along the stone formation. Before long, they heard a rumbling sound; it turned out the depths of the stone formation had been activated, beginning to purge those who had entered.

"Everyone saw us; how embarrassing," Tang Youran pouted, sounding somewhat displeased.

Li Yang sat by the stone table, staring blankly at the stone door of the talisman-making room, his face filled with disappointment. After taking the Qi-nourishing pill bestowed upon him by Wang Changsheng, he had advanced from the seventh to the eighth level of Qi Refining. While this surprised him, it also filled him with great expectations for his Uncle-Master, Wang Changsheng.

"Then... play it for me to see," Gu Yu said, thrusting the game console back into Tang Youran's hands.

At the company, Li Juan was Qiao Hui's sidekick; sometimes, Qiao Hui even made Li Juan do her own tasks. This day, just as they had squeezed into the elevator with others, Zhou Ziyang walked in, his head bowed as he played on his phone.

"It seems like your sister-in-law's family has had a falling out with Dajun. If they keep living together, I think it would be better for them to split up and live their own lives," Yan Sixi said, taking a puff of his dry tobacco pipe as he spoke to his wife, Xu Fen, who was busy at the stove.

As a peak sixth-grade martial artist, Luo Yichuan was not far from achieving the integration of essence and blood, and his senses were exceptionally keen.

Because they hadn't told Xia Tieniu about today's business, Jiang Juan had found an excuse early in the morning to drag Xia Tieniu and their son out, clearing the house for the task at hand.

"No need. This Prince has urgent matters to attend to; Father Emperor would do best to keep it brief," Di Mingjue said in a faint tone.

After the project launch meeting, Lu Man tried to persuade Gu Jia'er, noting that the coming work would be a long-term campaign that would be strenuous and exhausting, and asked if she was certain she wanted to be involved.

Li Nuowei forced a smile, though her mind was filled with the image of Li Yiting caring for Xie Linlin so attentively at the hospital.

The Ancestor Hongjun, who lived only in myths, was actually a young man of breathtaking beauty. Yet, his temperament—one that encompassed all rivers and washed away the vanity of ten thousand worlds—made one dare not harbor any blasphemous thoughts.

The arena obtained resources this way; the more orders they took and the higher their star rating, the more points the power behind the scenes would earn, allowing them to acquire even more resources.

But this excitement was fleeting. What use was inheriting a secret technique when he was already a dead man about to descend into hell?

Upon hearing that Zhang Yi had a grand gift to offer, Li Yuan, Li Shun, Li Ming, Li Gong, and Li Jian all jubilantly gathered the young men of Li Village. After handling this matter, Zhang Yi patted Zhang Lin and Zhang An on the shoulders; they were all brothers, and many things did not need to be said to be understood.