Volume 1, Chapter 37: Slap—!

Since Ye Jingshan has become Wan Qi’s battle pet, does this imply that the Xiao family shares the same status?

During the following days of rest, Xiu Qiqi lived in peace and comfort. Because of the previous mission, she had scheduled a week-long recovery period for herself—no strenuous exercise, no intense mental training, just a comfortable bed, the company of her family, and a pile of skincare products.

Although Fatty Haji had tirelessly explained how to distinguish the growth stages of a magical beast, everyone remained confused; it was essentially in one ear and out the other, and no one truly grasped the meaning behind his words.

"Weren't you locked up by your master? Who knows when you'll be able to get out?" A-Jiu exposed his shortcoming.

Upon learning that he would be bedridden for another month under the medical system of the Haina Military Academy, Tang Zinuo’s face darkened instantly.

Jiang Qin’ge pressed her lips together and remained silent. Consort Xiahou was a domineering person who bullied those she deemed inferior. Having been slighted by Princess Yuanhan earlier, she had finally found a target to vent her frustrations on and did not hesitate to rebuke her sharply.

Because her blood could save him. She understood the logic, but she simply could not let go, nor could she accept that all of this was part of a conspiracy.

But as soon as she looked up at the two handsome faces, she instantly became infatuated. What kind of godly appearances were these? One was as gentle as jade, the other wickedly uninhibited—the perfect male leads from a story.

How could she possibly tell everyone that she had suffered from an upset stomach on her wedding night and had to go to the outhouse?

Seeing A-Jiu’s confident demeanor, Vice Minister Shen began to waver. Could there really be such a mathematical genius? Why wasn't such talent bestowed upon him? Feeling a mix of jealousy and envy, Vice Minister Shen waved his hand in irritation, signaling for A-Jiu to leave.

In this way, one only needed two sloped platforms and a pulley system to reduce the effort and adjust the direction, making it possible to haul the cargo up to the high platform.

The first prayer mat was the most important. However, as Zhou You passed by the other mats, he noticed they all emitted a faint aura of pressure; only this first one appeared completely ordinary, devoid of even a shred of spiritual energy.

The man was dressed fashionably, sporting blonde, shaggy hair, luxury sunglasses, and a designer suit—the very image of a wealthy young heir.

Everyone was still immersed in the lingering, soul-stirring sensation of having soared through the world like immortals, witnessing the vastness of heaven and earth.

After all, this was the only highway leading into Wester City from the surrounding area; anyone traveling from Wildwind Town or the neighboring Barn Town had to pass through here to enter the city.

Chu Zhen had not expected that there would be a bunch of underage princes and princesses in Zhu Yuanzhang’s palace. He had only thought to buy toys this time because Li Shimin had previously suggested that Li Chengqian should recognize him as a foster father.

Given Mo Fan’s current rate as a D-rank mercenary, if the difficulty of a single commission exceeded one hundred thousand, An Xin would deem it a dangerous mission and prevent him from completing it.

That was not all; green vegetation grew on the stone spikes at a speed visible to the naked eye. Vines wrapped around the Scarlet Flame Army’s mecha, blooming with flowers as bright as fire, which then released red pollen.

Now that Zhou You’s strength had reached this level, there was no longer a need to continue hiding it.

Zhou You took out the bone he had retrieved from Huang Li to examine it. A sweep of his divine sense revealed nothing special—at least, nothing he could discern with his current level of power.

Watching her tear-streaked, pitiful appearance, Duan Qianxing’s heart began to pound again, and a certain part of him stirred. He secretly scolded himself for his dwindling self-control, yet his hands remained restless.

Chen Tian immediately walked over to Yu Linlin’s bed to observe her condition and take her pulse.

Even though the biological, physical, and chemical theories he had known in his previous life had been shattered since arriving in this world infested with demons and monsters, he still could not fathom how a tree could grow green leaves without undergoing photosynthesis.

It was as if there were a certain unspoken understanding between them from the moment they first met; neither broke the silence to define it, yet they accepted everything quite naturally.

"Perhaps I should buy a few more servants to make me feel at ease," Youxian suggested, trying to arrange things as best she could.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Lin Fan was indeed exceptional. She had only said it offhandedly; there were few people as talented as him, let alone better.

Duan Qianxing’s fate was peculiar; no one could calculate the destiny of those or the things connected to him. If it could be calculated, it meant it had nothing to do with him.

Dressed in her phoenix coronet and robes, she stopped struggling. Looking at the beauty in the bronze mirror, she felt a moment of trance.

"Please follow me, this way." The attendant took the luggage and gestured for her to follow as he led the way.

One reason was that the perfume in the car was indeed too overpowering, and he wanted to wait for the scent to dissipate; the other was that this car seemed a bit too flashy.

Because of this incident, the whole world was undergoing a massive transformation. In the midst of this upheaval, who would be able to ride the great wave and stand at the forefront? And who would be drowned beneath it? Only time would tell.

This Demon Tower was also quite strange; it contained no treasures, only statues. Furthermore, there was no fluctuation of Great Dao power within these statues—they were simply incredibly hard and indestructible.