Volume One, Chapter 44: Lin Ranyan Becomes Village Secretary

At that moment, Yang Afu rushed in. Confronted with the scene before him, he was utterly dumbfounded.

“Dad, how could you be so foolish?” Yang Afu dropped to his knees before Secretary Yang, sobbing uncontrollably.

Ji Junxiao was nearly exhausted. “Afu, you’re just in time. Give your father mouth-to-mouth; I’ll go call for help.” He felt his strength ebbing away. Yet Secretary Yang remained unconscious.

Yang Afu, tears streaming down his face, performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as he wept.

Over the course of more than ten days, Han Wei had fully recovered, repeatedly expressing his gratitude to Master Yu Yi and Zuo Ci for their assistance.

A torrential rain of arrows descended from the sky, pinning countless soldiers of Wang Qing’s army inside their tents as they slept.

Then, with a sudden splutter, blood sprayed across the ground. Witnessing their commander wounded, those behind him were overcome with fury and charged forward, roaring in anger.

For several days in succession, she spent her time attending classes and returning home, while Qin Muchen shuttled her to and from school before and after work. Though simple, this routine filled An Nianchu with a subtle sweetness.

Chu Feng and Arold both broke world records in two separate events, effectively securing their places in the finals.

In just a short while, You Jingyan brewed the tea and respectfully presented it to Li Ling’er with both hands.

Huang Long’er had already stepped out the door, and as the door swung open again, Zhang Ning unexpectedly met Han Wei’s gaze. Her heart surged with waves of emotion, her love for Han Wei steadfast and unchanged.

“Let’s hope nothing happens,” Ye Ran murmured, watching Qiu Xuan and the others disappear into the distance. No one knew whether Ye Ran meant trouble for Qiu Xuan, or for Black Mountain Province.

In truth, thinking about it, Bao Zheng’s fame for refusing bribes was a subtle commentary on the widespread corruption of the time. Though Emperor Renzong was benevolent, his kindness also permitted the existence of these corrupt officials.

A seductive yet mocking laughter echoed from the blood mist. Bodies that had dissolved into corpse water were instantly reconstituted, as the blood mist slowly flowed into them, forming crimson patterns across their flesh.

Si Ruoran rather liked this flavor; it tasted even better than her mother’s rose and red date tea.

Lin Chang was experienced; within an afternoon, he could tell at a glance whether the work in the shop had been done by apprentices or helpers, and how much had been accomplished.

Lu Peiyuan lifted the lid of his teacup and stirred the foam, his lips curved in a half-smile as he took advantage of the pause to sip his tea.

Lu Peijing understood the Emperor’s mood. Though she had more questions for Empress Bai, she had to abandon them and rise to follow in the Emperor’s footsteps.

Only after losing something do we learn to cherish it. What once seemed tedious now feels precious when seen anew.

Luo had washed away the grime and donned a clean, deep purple robe. Leisurely enjoying a fragrant cup of tea, he didn't bother to stand as Huo San entered. With a wave of his hand, Young Yan brewed another cup and brought it over.

Wu had always indulged her every whim, never considering that these things were gifts from elders and shouldn't be sold lightly. Yet he simply took them and sold them off for ten taels of silver.

The meaning behind those words is: he’s a good child, but his family revealed his origins, which was a breach of fate. This anecdote is not something Ye Yaoguang invented—it’s the story of Wang Shouren, later renowned as “the number one sage of the Ming Dynasty.”

After realizing the situation, Hua Zheng didn’t even spare Amiao a glance. Taking advantage of Su Qi’s sword still being out, he bolted away.

Thus, the village chief’s wife began instructing Ling Wuyi on what Gu Anteng usually ate, how to prepare medicinal soups, and how long they needed to be boiled.

When the girl they once mocked for being destitute suddenly became the most mysterious socialite in Ran City—and the future Mrs. Mu at that—it was a slap in the face. The ones who had always ridiculed others now found themselves on the humbler side.

Long Qianyu smiled and strode forward. None dared neglect him; they immediately followed close behind.

Andy swallowed his remark about “being a bit delicate and needing to toughen up.” In the workplace, no one coddles anyone without reason. Fragility will be worn away eventually, and there’s no need for reminders.

To be honest, I was anxious at the time, but seeing everyone else remain silent, I endured it as well.

The murmurs within the ranks grew louder, until even the Crown Prince of Yu noticed something amiss and pulled aside the curtain to look outside.

Mu Yingchen reclaimed her, and before she could think, he had drawn her back into the abyss.

Du Yunsheng was a renowned expert in neurology. Lin Rongshen likely had some suspicions about my condition, which is why he asked Du Yunsheng to come.

Seeing Yu Miao approach, there was a spark of anticipation—would something happen between Sun Yifan and Shen Qingxue?

“Mmm, mmm, mmm…” Second Brother’s forehead was covered in beads of sweat, screaming wildly, but his mouth was stuffed with straw, preventing him from speaking—he could only groan.

Fang Bin, closest to the stage, sensed it too, but it was already too late. Tang Xiaohua extended her right hand, and suddenly a beam of white light shot forth, striking Fang Bin’s face. He tried to block with his sword, but both he and the blade were sent flying.

Normal space is in an extremely stable state, making it very difficult to manipulate its forces.

A powerful sect like the Taibai Divine Sword Clan, with thousands of years of history, has intricate relationships and countless connections, all of which have their origins.

Now, Nolan had made a breakthrough in comprehending the Principle of Sloth. When he slept, the aura of sloth no longer dissipated. To fully master the Principle, Nolan no longer limited his sleeping place to a bed—anywhere he could lie down, he left his trace.

“Master, not at all! Ever since I left Xiangyun Temple, following you has been much more fun, haha,” Hou Zhenshan replied, his monkey nature undiminished.

Yet, when Luo Yi arrived at the Divine Adorable Sect, what greeted him was an army of monsters from the underground city. In his absence, the sect had come under attack.

Lin Yu stepped forward to examine the bead. It seemed utterly ordinary, except for a faint sinister aura, indistinguishable from any common bead. But as Lin Yu drew closer, he felt himself being drawn in, suddenly remembering he was a spiritual entity, and hurriedly retreated.

Yang Chong multitasked, reading the data while listening to the others relay information.

After carefully wiping the spirit jade clean, Ye Feng placed it in a corner of the bed and quietly instructed the waiting maid before slipping away.

These two items—heartwood from trees over three thousand years old—are typically found only in dangerous forests and are extremely difficult to obtain. Moreover, this heartwood is a premium material for making magic and wizard staffs, so its price is naturally considerable.

This time, though, Chitian had learned his lesson. Relying on his terrifying defenses, he withstood the dark clouds’ resistance and, in turn, frantically absorbed their energy.