36. The Embroidery Room Smashed

The next morning, Si Yun had just arrived at the embroidery workshop when she was surrounded by a crowd. Before she could even take her seat, Aunt Hua spoke up.

"What is going on? Did you really have the entire Si family locked up at the police station?"

No, she did not need anyone’s charity. Everything she wanted—everything Xu Fanghua possessed—she would take for herself.

Some children followed their parents, while others had none; every one of them wore a look of bewilderment.

As for asking her to cover five hundred high-grade spirit stones? Keep dreaming. If she had that many, she would absorb them for her own cultivation rather than waste them.

"Cao Jiandang, you did this just to frame me, didn't you?" Xu Aiguo, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

That truly struck at the heart of the rat’s desires; for these demonic beasts, their greatest dream was to cultivate into human form.

"I don't know much about Time Sand, either." Yue Chenyang, still shaken by the near-death experience, broke his usual habit and lit a cigarette, taking a few puffs to steady his nerves.

Yue Wangjun mimicked her actions, sitting cross-legged on the other side and imitating her form with surprising accuracy.

Liu Ming was furious. Upon returning to the Chen family, he claimed that Suizhu’s state of mind was abnormal, insisting that she did not look the least bit foolish.

Zhao Cangzhi let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching her shoulder as she slid slowly down against the stone, her eyes burning with a ruthless desire to drag everyone down with her.

The survivors who received the cake ate their fill. Once their bellies were full, they naturally began to look for a place to rest.

The system’s rating system was still slightly off; a truly handsome man should be flawless from every angle.

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Li Yuanba brandished a pair of massive hammers and swung them at the person who had tried to ambush him from behind.

Su Mo, unable to continue the playful banter, made a swift, wide side-step to distance himself from the two, and then began to cast the Soul-Devouring Art.

Thunderous booms echoed as sword qi clashed like mountains and lightning struck in fury. Both were pushing their power to the limit. It was not Qi Xuanyi's first time battling a Void-Returning cultivator, and although his own cultivation was suppressed, his internal energy remained inexhaustible, allowing him to fight without fear of depletion.

Recruitment for each department was nearly complete; with the headhunting firm and the talent market, the scale of the factory was beginning to take shape.

She narrowed her eyes, offering no greeting, but simply rested her chin in her hand and watched her with a calm, composed expression.

"Han Yuan, look closely. This is your arrest warrant. If you resist, I have the authority to kill you on the spot," the plainclothes officer said.

"Enough. Today is Zhe'er’s birthday; let’s not discuss anything else." Second Master Bai, knowing his son well, saw his displeasure and steered the conversation elsewhere.

Before the Thunder Sword could gather its strength, it was struck by Qi Xuanyi’s Kui-Ox Elephant Fist and sent flying several dozen yards away.

In case the Oasis people launched an attack and the Liaoji people were hard-pressed, these troops could provide support. After all, the Central Plains forces were only auxiliary, not the main army; the other cultivators could simply return to their respective sects.

What met their eyes was not the terrified faces of those in the carriage, but a yellow talisman. In the darkness, the talisman suddenly emitted a blinding light, as if coated in fluorescent paint. The man was sent flying as if struck by a heavy blow, yet he did not make a single sound.

The driver navigated through winding streets for a long time before finally finding the quaint café hidden in a residential alley.

The ruffian, who had been rubbing grime off his stomach moments ago, began scrubbing the dirt from his left arm while he spoke, looking utterly slovenly.

However, although he loved the food Qingqing made, she only knew how to cook dishes involving potatoes, which sometimes gave him a headache.

The Dugu family was like that; it began with historical figures like Dugu Xin, barely managing to gather a group of blood descendants.

She set down her bowl, her long lashes lowered to hide the expression in her eyes. When the young bespectacled doctor had asked her what she had eaten that morning, she had specifically warned him not to leak the information.

Lu Bingbing giggled at Ye Qingqing’s cute demeanor; thankfully, her parents had never mistreated her.

You were all so excited to rush the elevator, but did anyone care about me clearing the lane? Otherwise, how do you think we could have destroyed the crystal right after returning?! But a Buddhist-style jungler would never say that.

He really wanted to rush into the barrier and tear Feng Yi’s corpse to shreds, but he had no time left. Having regained his identity as a heart demon, he could feel a powerful suction force—the gates of the underworld were summoning the last heart demon in the mortal realm.

"Come, let's go that way, then turn—I remember there are many paths there. Even if we're discovered, we can run." Qiao Qitu squatted on the ground, using a dagger to sketch out the steps he had just devised.

Ming Fan quickly lowered his hands and confessed honestly. Ming Tai watched from the sidelines, finding the scene—which had been tragic a moment ago—now turning into a comedy.

Looking into Dugu Shuqin’s resolute eyes, Dugu Shangjun knew she wasn't just playing around.

My words sounded like something from a famous crosstalk comedian, even down to the tone. Xia Lin couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter instantly dissipated the anger she had felt just moments before, leaving no trace behind.

"Alright, for the first round, will the assigned contestants please take the stage." Ye Zhen received a wooden token with the number thirty-two written on it. His first match was at arena ten; this meant there were sixteen arenas in total for the first day, and the winners would advance—sixteen people in all. Ye Zhen was assigned to arena eleven, though his opponent’s name was not listed.

Shi Xiaofeng closed the guard post door and told the crowd outside that everything was taken care of and they should continue on their way. The refugees, having waited for these words, immediately followed the Humvee forward.

His uncle was caught off guard and fell backward. Of course, even if he had been on full alert, he still wouldn't have been able to dodge the punch.

Inside the police station, a group of black friends heard the news of Garcia’s death and hugged each other, cheering and beaming with joy.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yu panicked and snatched the basin, causing the entire basin of water to spill from the back of Fan Yuntong’s head over her hair and body.

With more than half of his body hanging out of the cabin, the turbulent seawater crashed into him. It was incredibly difficult for Li Luo to open his eyes, and he could only rely on the sensation of his palms to escape the ghost ship.

What kind of person could wield a five-foot blade with such agility, intuitively embodying the martial arts principle that the greatest path is the simplest?

Although, to ensure that there would be no communication breakdown with the Sunset Mountains due to accidents, Li Ran had already secured teleportation routes between this desert capital and two other surrounding empires.