Volume One, Chapter 45: Jiang Moli Claims the Crown

Ji Die’s expression was full of excitement as he reached out, and all four pills suspended in midair instantly flew into his hand. These pills were called Qi Condensing Pills, which could enhance the cultivation of those in the early stages of Qi Refining. Over the past few days, the value of the spirit herbs he had wasted in the process of refining these pills could have bought a dozen bottles of such medicine.

Yet, he was still thrilled, treasuring his success as he carefully stored the pills in a porcelain vial.

After all, this was the very first batch of pills he had ever refined!

“To be able to craft a grade-one basic pill means that, at least in theory, I am now a grade-one alchemist myself.”

Becoming an alchemist would make things far easier from now on. He could refine his own pills, without having to beg favors from others!

Ji Die didn’t let the excitement linger for long, intending instead to further hone his skills...

Jiang Zixi’s brows were furrowed in pain, but he didn’t dodge. Instead, he reached out and gave his wife’s soft chest a firm squeeze, not holding back in the slightest.

“Fifth Brother, you’re wrong about that. We came today with our teacher’s permission!” King Fanrong cupped his hands respectfully toward Biyou Palace on Jin’ao Island, his tone serious.

“Could it really be so miraculous?” Wang Dongwei was astonished. He had always had great confidence in his father’s political cunning.

At that moment, Zhuang Wangu was secretly delighted. The reason? Zhuang Wangu had sensed someone approaching, and it was none other than the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, who had stealthily slipped out of the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Prison to make contact with Lion Camel Kingdom in the lower realm of Xiniu Hezhou.

This place was none other than the Treasure Cliff, and those within the Ancient Buddha Realm had already realized as much. The realm had long ago been connected by a formation to a corner of the Treasure Cliff, though only a part of it was visible, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Zhao Zhengce took a careful look at another middle-aged man sitting on the sofa. His hair was thinning, but his skin was still smooth, clearly a man who looked after himself. Zhao guessed this must be Director Fang Honggang from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

“It doesn’t matter whether you can recognize the brand name. What matters is that these branded instruments can be played to their full potential in their hands!” Xiao Han dismissed the concern, gesturing for Chen Hu to sit and join the discussion.

When Qingqing left, the heartfelt words in that letter cut so deeply he didn’t even dare to retort.

I glanced toward Zhu Di. On his face was a look of desolate empathy—a sorrow I couldn’t understand.

“I’ll call you again next month. I hope there’s good news by then,” Hu Tian said helplessly, though his tone held a trace of unwillingness.

Any one of these women, if they appeared in public, could empty the streets. But if you asked who was the most famous, even five-year-olds would answer it was Yue Qingyan from Star-Plucking Pavilion.

Lin Zhiyuan never grasped for power; the government was efficiently divided, and each person handled their own responsibilities. The main leader couldn’t possibly oversee everything personally.

Wanzhou was prosperous, and dealings with the court were always direct. Even Prince Jinyang had been denied oversight of Wanzhou by the Emperor himself.

The glass in Liu Chunchen’s dormitory had all been shattered by thrown stones, but the troublemakers didn’t dare show themselves, only shouting insults and hurling rocks from outside the wall.

Whether it was Gongsun Anrou earlier or these five guardians now, all had clearly stated that the Soul-Summoning Flower could only be in this valley—yet it was nowhere to be found.

For an ordinary person, injecting this special primordial hormone would almost certainly lead to exhaustion or even death from ruptured blood vessels within minutes.

He became more convinced his choice had been right—Su Juan was the type who quietly achieved great things. Such decisive boldness was something neither Prince Han nor Prince Jing possessed, let alone any of the young heirs.

Steve, half-choked, was coughing violently on the floor. After a glance at the carnage in the laboratory, Miles fixed his gaze on Steve.

Gradually, he became addicted. Every meeting with her brought an indescribable joy, a pleasure that slowly overshadowed the resentment he once felt.

“All right, I understand. I’ll think about it.” A gentle smile, just like always, slowly spread across Su Xingzhi’s face—a smile nothing like the big sister in Xia Lian’s memory! Still… was this a sign there was room for compromise? The thought lifted Xia Lian’s spirits.

At that moment, I genuinely wanted to reach through the communicator and grab Xu Feng by the head, smashing it against the conference table. After all that maneuvering, after talking in circles for so long, he suddenly said he wouldn’t form an alliance.

Out of everyone’s sight, she pinched the inside of her thigh so hard her eyes instantly reddened with pain.

For a moment, everyone seemed filled with infinite trust in Lelouch’s words, even a notion of obedience, though none consciously acknowledged it.

As for paranoia—could it be that, right now, Pei Wanming hadn’t gone to the restroom at all, but was instead watching me from a hidden corner behind?

Maryu paused in contemplation, then glanced at Kira with a troubled expression, as if unsure whether to tell the whole truth.

Such bizarre words and actions left us completely bewildered. This guy had appeared so strangely, and his words were even stranger—what on earth was going on?

Yin Feng was surprised; in his view, after being gone for several days, Li Wan would surely have left already. Had he known she was still waiting, he wouldn’t have delayed inside for so long.

Zheng Anguo answered and led his men back downstairs, while Liu Fei, right in front of the black-clad men, took out his phone and dialed a number. “Brother Gu, it’s Liu Fei. Go ahead!”

Hearing the Emperor’s decree, my entire body trembled, as if a sea of clouds was surging in my chest.

When Lin Canghai said he’d gone all the way to Yunnan just to find the medicinal guide for this pill, Fang Million was instantly moved, sighing deeply and declaring he hadn’t misjudged him.

“Count yourselves lucky!” Lu Qiufeng was hot-tempered—if you set him off, he could cripple a true general god himself. Three years ago, he was the only one who’d almost fought Night Owl Listening Wind to a standstill.

As Zhao Mu watched in horror, an aircraft in the sky, attacking a monster, was struck by the massive forelimb of a giant beast soaring above. Flames and thick smoke poured from the wreck as it plummeted—falling straight toward where Zhao Mu and Chen Mengyue were standing.

All I can say is to urge everyone not to become traitors. Since ancient times, there have only been two fates for traitors: death, or eternal infamy, cursed for generations.