Volume One, Chapter 26: A Temporary Escape from Danger

“Do you have any objections?” Zheng Yi’s presence alone commanded respect; if Ji Die dared not accept, it would betray guilt.
“Very well, Elder, please inspect. I have nothing to hide.” Ji Die responded with calm composure, unwilling to offend Elder Zheng.
Only he truly knew the nature of his relationship with Senior Sister Jiang; he dared not always use her name as a shield for fear of being exposed.
“Good. I will teach you how to erase the imprint from your storage pouch, so I may open it.” Zheng Yi nodded slightly, imparting the method to sever the connection with the pouch.
Under normal circumstances, once a storage pouch has recognized its master, only that person may open it, unless the imprint is removed...
The next moment, Nameless strode forward, walking leisurely toward Ye Xunhuan, as if strolling through a tranquil courtyard.
“Heaven is merciful. Hand over your source stones, and you may keep your lives,” Ye Xiaofeng declared.
As for what Ren Xiaoyao wanted Olivia for, perhaps only Ren Xiaoyao himself knew.
Out of respect for Zhou Zekai, Tang Bingyu took a bite, but afterwards refused to eat further; after some soup and vegetables, breakfast was over.
Zhou Zekai shamelessly fabricated lies; he guessed Huo Yichen likely wanted to beat him up for it.
Yan Changlan knew his master was a man of upright temperament; unsure how to persuade him, he turned to Ye Shu for help.
Aunt Wang did not wish to stay in the hospital, insisting she was fine and wanted to be discharged. The doctor also said she had merely been startled, her blood pressure was high and she fainted, but a few days’ rest would suffice.
Wei Zixu walked straight to the sofa and plopped down, acting as if he was at home, completely at ease.
Because of Hu Zhimin’s warning, Hu Yuanbin had spent the past two days pondering how he would exact revenge if given the chance, and how best to deal with Ye Xunhuan should he fall into his hands.
Across from him, Liu Shenzhi sat calmly, placing two fingers on Lin Yijia’s pulse.
Qiao Mingjin was panting; dozens of eggs weren’t heavy, but carrying them all the way was no easy task.

The day for the newly appointed palace ladies to pay their respects to Empress Zhu was set for August 14th. On the second day, they would attend the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet. On August 16th, Emperor Yong’an began summoning these new consorts.
They were all cavalrymen; seeing enemy camp cavalry tending their warhorses made every Dongchang soldier grit their teeth, wishing to drag the captives out for execution.
There was no coal here; forging iron was easier with coal and a blast furnace, but now they had to make do.
After leading the Han army in a defeat, Tan Tai shamelessly declared publicly that Jinan was impossible to conquer, and that the Jinan Ming army was a rare strong foe; that defeating them would require overwhelming advantage in open battle—just as when everyone besieged Lu Xiangsheng and his Xuanda troops at Julu.
Hua Cuicui smiled considerately. “Senior Brother Ling, let me do it.” She walked toward the kitchen. Ling Xuan suddenly remembered Hua Cuicui’s cooking, renowned for its color, aroma, and taste, and couldn’t help but swallow secretly at the thought.
The two continued toward the center of the Divine Realm, but fell silent, digesting the earth-shattering secrets they’d just analyzed, connecting various guesses and possibilities in their minds.
“Come, Auntie will show you something.” Auntie Fu took Lin Changjia by the hand to a black-red wardrobe.
Kunlai pinched and twisted a few times, and soon killed the once-arrogant wolf king.
“Jiang Yuan, ranked thirty-sixth on the Dragon List? Ridiculous. I am Xiao Six—what of it? Even if I’m not him, I can still defeat you!” As Duan Wuqing, Ye Xiu, and Leng Xiaoxiao attacked together, Xiao Six was unfazed, even delighted, and leapt forward, clawing at Duan Wuqing’s neck.
At this moment, the heat radiating from Xue Luan was undoubtedly genuine! Huo Yiyao’s heart grew ever more confused.
She had made up her mind: she absolutely could not let Ji Yuyou steal the spotlight. Last time, what Liang Lele and Ji Yuyou said had reached her ears; she would not let their wishes come true.
In front of them were hard, unpalatable compressed biscuits, difficult to swallow. Fortunately, the stream water here was sweet and refreshing, and if they couldn’t eat, they could wash it down.
September in Hubei was still unbearably hot; it was harvest season, and even the elderly and children joined in the rush to gather crops. The village was quiet, save for occasional dog barks and rooster calls.
The two stood their ground, faces heavy—not so much with solemnity as with the pain of resisting each other’s force.
Yet Mu Yunxi was unconcerned. After all, she had her own secret method for dealing with “what ifs.”
“Rest assured! Since you are the first group of trainees I’ve led, to make sure you pass this wilderness test—which determines your college entrance—I will grant you a special favor!” Yang Yi proclaimed loudly.

Luo Hao’s method was subtle; he planned to gradually increase the spiritual energy value on the outer court side. By the time others noticed, it would be too late, for when the Array Master Institute discovered the issue, half a year would have already passed.
If Yan Yuefeng hadn’t mentioned it, he never would have realized there was such a formidable expert nearby.
Not only Chu Tian, but most of the alchemists present were doing the same. Yet, due to differences in experience, the same method yielded different results in each mind.
Zheng Chenggong led them into the cave, turned on the lights, and the massive truck sat quietly at the center.
A maddening scene occurred: Yang Tao simply blurted it out.
Chu Tian’s words left the rest of the Ouyang family dissatisfied, but constrained by his status, they dared not confront him.
But transforming a body to evolve a universe... its difficulty far exceeded telekinesis.
Azure blade energy surged from Yi Fan’s palm with a hiss, slicing through the sky toward the blood fiend puppet’s neck.
Chen Yulu knew Chen Fei had packed two more. She thought they were for the family to sell, but he had bought them for her parents.
Chang’an City had produced one Hanshan Sect—could there be a second, a third, or even more?
Moreover, such hidden scenes brought enormous losses to those involved—the damage to reputation was only the beginning, followed by relentless public opinion.
The male colleague was released by the thugs; seeing Cao Da’s prowess, his eyes flashed with terror and his face turned even paler, seemingly more frightened than when captured.
Li Muzhi likely not only ascended the overseas fairy mountains, but fought the immortals there—and won.
Before returning to their home in Qinzhou Prefecture, they first secured important posts in Chang’an, managing and settling refugees.