Volume One, Chapter 46: The Young Master

Although Su Luo spoke mockingly, she was actually gentle at heart. In the following days, she patiently shared some of her own alchemy insights with Ji Die. In the path of alchemy, each minor level is a formidable barrier. Having already reached the level of a first-turn high-grade alchemist, she had no difficulty instructing Ji Die. So, over the next few days, Ji Die came to consult her every day.

The young girl, new to the role of teacher, explained techniques such as controlling the fire’s temperature, extracting spiritual herbs, and condensing pills. In just a few short days, Ji Die felt he had benefited greatly; many of his previous doubts about alchemy were dispelled, and he made significant progress in his craft. This studious attitude also made Su Luo...

“You go ahead and play. I’ll just watch from the sidelines,” Tu Yujing said, indicating he would not join in and chose instead to watch Xin Xin play.

Listening to the person before her solemnly reveal that she was of royal blood and hearing about his future plans, the Noble Consort of Jinhuang felt unexpectedly moved.

Gu Bao’er smiled, striving to remain calm, but after she hung up the phone, her expression slowly turned rigid. With Huo Zizheng’s card in her possession, she felt very uneasy inside.

However, ever since Yun Chi had saved his life, the secrets surrounding Yun Chi only seemed to multiply, and he had grown accustomed to it.

Mo Shuang agreed, although she had been assigned to the headquarters of the Thunder Hall from the beginning, she had never actually met Mo Shaoyu, the master of the hall, despite her own status.

He was destined for great things; Mei Fei was his mother, so he could not continue to be so timid. Zi An reached out and touched his scar.

“Let’s eat, come on, let’s eat while we talk,” the old commander said, rising to head to the dining room, with Wang Xudong and Zhang Haotian following behind.

Not only that, but the Shadowless Sword Array was still casting down streak after streak of sword light, each one striking down a demon warrior below as easily as slicing through vegetables, killing them one after another.

Feng Quji also discussed the complex web of relationships within the yamen: who belonged to the Cao family, who was a pawn of the Zhao family, and who was a guest of the Tang family.

In fact, there was no need for a reminder; standing on the ground, one could already sense the anomaly, as the sand and earth trembled continuously. Cao Lei instantly gripped his blade tightly.

Even if the Xu family later cooperated with the reclusive clans and their status rose by a notch, she could never stand on equal ground with Shen Fengran.

She could not understand why anyone would come to the city to farm when land in the city was so expensive; surely growing crops would be a loss?

The young man cried out in alarm and retreated step by step. In his panic, he fell flat onto the ground and suddenly recalled something.

Most people were deeply puzzled, but because of Whitebeard’s prestige, none dared to ask rashly.

Unlike the scattered methods of decades past, years of exploration and accumulation had now produced some practical martial arts for foundational training.

One must have a sense of crisis, maintain some distance, and not be afraid of sharpness—being overly harmonious does not win championships; strength does.

Since those two deceased experts could be made to apologize, resolving this matter was not particularly difficult for me.

Cao Lei did not know how this fish would taste, but after coating it with fine salt and chili and marinating it simply, he began to grill it.

Dongfang Wushuang was unconscious for a day and a night. With Jiang Sheng and Huihui continuously channeling true energy into her, she awoke at her peak state.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xiao, who had been sitting peacefully on the sofa, suddenly rose and landed a heavy punch on Lu Boting’s face.

His legs were agile, and he could traverse the steep canyon walls as if walking on level ground. However, the snakes surrounding the serpent fruit made him hesitant.

“Father’s health is clear to himself; I fear there is little hope of recovery. You need not feel guilty.” Mu Yitian’s pale and frail voice sounded, expressing satisfaction at having waited for his return.

For example, in the comment section where fans clamored for Liu Ruobai to become the spokesperson for another game, she would leave some ambiguous remarks.

Chahar Khan always led at the forefront; in the battle of Southern Zhao Valley, he slew thousands of demon warriors with his Cold Moon Saber. He fought fiercely, advancing step by step with the steadiness of a mountain, his blade always taking an enemy’s life with each strike, yet never losing his composure or order.

Hearing these two titles, Gu Han’s pupils shrank sharply, and he had a rough guess about Mu Qingxuan’s identity.

At this moment, Jin Feng was already trapped in a pool of black water, unable to care about those in the pavilion or witness Yi Xiaoyue’s request to Hua Jia. Su Mei had long since been knocked unconscious and now remained oblivious.

“Mm, all right,” Zi Qianye replied softly, her phoenix eyes shimmering with sly delight at her successful scheme.

Looking at the castle walls, each a blazing point like a fire-breathing dragon, Wang Banxian shook his head bitterly.

“It seems Mr. Han doesn’t think he did anything wrong. If that’s the case, there’s nothing more to discuss. The situation is what it is—I have nothing to fear. Let’s see if you do,” Ye Yuxi said with composed confidence.

“A thing so harmful—do you think I would touch it? Only people like you, who have nothing better to do, would waste time on such vexing love affairs,” Jun Moyan scoffed.

Yang Qing’s face turned pale with anger, his single eye glaring wide. He knew he could not best Shang Yuhuang and dared not risk his life.

Nangong Po managed a smile, but the movement tugged at his injuries, leaving him in great pain. Yet, his eyes shone with unusual brilliance, evidently exhilarated. Huo Wuyu, Hou Qimo, Bashan Shi, and the others, though curious about the secret arts, chose to walk away at this time.

“Cooperate?” On hearing this word, Shangguan Tianxue’s expression did change a little, as if someone had just handed her a pillow when she was drifting off to sleep.

Similarly, Wang Feng, Li Ziqian, and the others were equally excited. They quickly gathered at Ling’er’s side, paying her their respects. Wang Feng gave Ling’er a mysterious look that vanished in the blink of an eye.

All the unwillingness, fear, and despair did not stem solely from those few laboratory reports, but also from Qingyi herself.

It might be cold outside, but indoors it felt as warm as spring. A’duo’s sensuality was undeniable, Shan Shan’s openness was naturally beautiful, and Ye Ling was dressed in a low-cut gown, her wandering gaze lingering here.

Like an energy black hole, In Saintet followed the path of the drill, soaring underground from the Roxen Building, stirring up immense whirlpools of energy wherever he passed, looking like the eye of the storm—the very tip of his left index finger.

Nangong Po, using supreme true energy, evaporated the wine in his cup. To outsiders, this seemed even easier than Jin Wancheng’s earlier feat of forcing wine out of a jug with internal energy. However, the inner strength of the Heaven Demon Art was of the utmost yin nature. Freezing the wine in the cup would have been simple, but Nangong Po chose instead to vaporize it, a feat far more challenging than it appeared.

A’ze still had the leisure to glance at Yang Ming beside him, not even flooring the gas pedal, thinking there was no need to leave Yang Ming too far behind—after all, they were just playing around, and widening the gap too much would not look good.