Volume 1, Chapter 23: Adding Fuel to the Fire

A fierce battle had ended, but both the Star Enigma Hall and the Radiant Sun Hall suffered heavy losses—not only did many disciples fall, but their mountain peaks were destroyed, and Chu Xuan and Zhang Ye had escaped. This was no longer just embarrassing; it was as if Chu Xuan was ruthlessly trampling them underfoot.

After a brief period of speculation, she confirmed that Li Yang was a martial artist, and one stronger than herself.

Within, the Corpse Child was eager to speak, while Dai Yi rolled his eyes, only wishing to drag him out and give him a severe beating.

Only then did panic set in. He suddenly pushed open the door and saw Jing Ran still seated at her dressing table, which finally put his mind at ease.

"Promising talent. After we return, I will definitely recommend you for internal membership," the Black Spear said excitedly upon hearing this.

"Let's eat breakfast first this early morning, then head out. I have time anyway, so we’ll go together," Ling Yuantian said. He was already prepared, usually a man of leisure, and since Changming Dongling Liuhé Yuntian was going out, he would accompany him.

At the time, he paid no mind and turned away. Now, he finally understood the full meaning behind those words.

"Jin’er, let's be honest," Qin Lingxuan insisted, unwilling to let the matter rest. He needed to get to the bottom of it, though he couldn't explain why.

Me? Please! Am I in Bruglin? I do have a home in Stan City, but that’s so far away. Am I idle? Do I even have a map of the Bruglin vicinity?

Liu Xing hung up the phone, and after learning that Wang Shanshan and Hu Die were on the city wall, he felt less worried—those flying insects were just numerous, nothing more.

She recalled a dazzling, sacred light flashing toward her side just before she fainted. Could it have been that white-clad youth who saved her?

"Uh, what's wrong?" Lin Chen asked, puzzled, even suspecting Satan might be up to some new mischief again.

The owner of Yue Lai Pavilion, mindful of guests from the north, had arranged for some local dishes. Amidst clinking cups and the passing of several rounds of wine, everyone’s faces flushed slightly.

Originally, the barrage of comments was chaotic and scattered, but suddenly they all aligned in unison, urging her to watch the opposing team's jungler.

Yes, actually, those lobsters and roast ducks weren’t for Lu Yuan himself. When he went downstairs earlier, Lu Cang called, asking Lu Yuan to bring him some lunch.

This was the first page.

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It’s the same principle as Spider-Man in Country Y or Ultraman in the Solar Empire. But if a superhero really appeared in the real world, how would people react?

"You want to give it to the prince? To cultivate in the immortal arts? Well, that makes sense—a great many cultivators start as mortals, and being a prince makes it easier to walk the path of cultivation," Lin Chen said.

Back when news of the battle in Shanghai arrived, Ishigane Matsui’s heart was tumultuous. He repeatedly made proposals and gave speeches within the army, outlining his views on the situation.

But then again, what was the purpose of Maruko’s ghost opening a curry shop on the 44th floor?

"Your strength is impressive, but it’s useless against me!" Lin Chen laughed heartily, utterly unbothered by the Phantom Demon General’s words.

The man with glasses laughed loudly and couldn’t help but slap Qin Haoze’s back hard, making a loud clapping sound before nodding in satisfaction.

Lin Mo wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly spoke. Though that was his true thought, he dared not say it aloud.

Instead, he resolved to entrust the family legacy to that young lord in the future.

That day, Liu Tianqing was very late coming upstairs. Ye Li had hidden in the room for a long time without hearing any sound and was about to check when the elevator dinged open. He stepped out slowly, each step seeming to endure great pain.

Without this fundamental conflict, Ron Meyer naturally had no need to continue fighting Ovitz.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Brother Lin Song, but I have no plans to leave the camp for now. If I do, I will come to your mine, Brother Lin Song. How about that?" I said.

The most intense reaction came from Tang Xin, who felt as if she had been touched by that good-for-nothing Qin Haoze, making her itch all over.

Penny, on the contrary, leisurely applied lipstick and checked her reflection in a mirror right when the match was at its most intense.

No longer manifesting as a heavy presence between heaven and earth, it was now a profound depth merged with all things in the world.

With a sharp command from the cavalry captain, the barbarian cavalry thundered forward, accelerating swiftly.

This was the second page.

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"I have many secrets. Which one do you want to hear?" Ding Qi smiled lightly, a trace of seductive wickedness at the corner of his lips.

That evening, Xuanxuan hurried to Su Ziqing’s beauty salon to give a lesson. But within minutes, Su Ziqing called a halt. Xuanxuan could tell Su Ziqing was in a bad mood and asked why.

However, during the cleanup, very few civilians were found; presumably, most had evacuated early.

Upon hearing Chen Yu’s words, the loafer’s expression soured. Chen Yu, unceremoniously stuffing money into their pockets, made them grin broadly. Before, when Chen Yu was a JC, they provided information unconditionally; now, information came at a price.

The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh green grass. White wild rabbits darted through the bushes, and birdcalls echoed occasionally—everything was vibrant and flourishing.

The sunny young man looked as if he had swallowed a dead fly, his face as unpleasant as could be. There was nothing he could say—Ah Dai had invoked the "iron rule," and even he couldn’t argue.

Lin Menghan and Chen Jie simultaneously glanced at Ning Xuanxuan, puzzled by her silence; she had not spoken a word to either.

Everyone smelled the fragrance of the elixir, but it soon faded and disappeared altogether.

However, it was heard that the school planned to demolish it by the end of the year to build a new teaching building.

The futures research department at Wanli Financial Institute was filled with disciples of Ling Xiangjun, the old eccentric. Wang Nuo giving his name was practically an invitation to trouble.

She had grown thinner in just a few days, semi-reclining on the bed, so weak she gasped for breath continuously. Low wheezing sounds issued from her throat. If one did not know she was seriously ill, it would have been frightening.

This was the third page.