Volume 1, Chapter 32: White Jade Elegance

Fine, Liang En might have stayed silent, but that didn't mean he wouldn't speak once the sun rose. By the time I arrived at the classroom the next day, the entire school was already buzzing with the rumor that I had tried to force myself on Tao Jing while walking her home last night, and that she had thrown me to the ground with such a graceful maneuver that I’d cracked the back of my head.

Even Mu Rong and the newly arrived Lady Mu Yuan were taken into account; it was clear that Yun Zhanyue had done her homework thoroughly.

"A false Golden Core? What is that? When I looked deep into my sea of consciousness, it didn't feel like I had entered the Golden Core stage; the heaven and earth energy I stirred up was simply too weak!" Feng Yu murmured to herself.

As the first flower seeped into Feng Yu’s body, a wave of terror washed over her. Could this technique be a specialized soul-based attack?

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you mean 'as lecherous as me'? Am I really that lecherous?" I smiled bitterly. Could she really see me as that kind of person?

Ever since taking charge of the Changjin Palace, this mistress had always worn a smiling face and spoken with feigned compassion. Yet, silently and without a trace, how many pawns had she actually planted within these walls?

"Uh, alright." Xia Xiaoxiao exited the car with extreme unease. Although she didn't approve of being called a "dunce," she endured it given the specific time and place.

"Hey, hey, can you see me?" Panic flashed in Die Xue’s eyes. Instinctively, she waved her arms and shouted loudly. Something was wrong—there must be something wrong. Why couldn't they see her?

Compared to the traces of smallpox, the condition of her legs was clearly more important. Ji Shen sighed inwardly, unable to hide his disappointment.

But turning back, regaining his senses, and looking at his past and his future, how was he any different from this snake?

"My foundation is destroyed, and the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment is out of reach. I must cultivate a new Foundation Establishment practitioner for the family," Zhan Qishu said leisurely.

"With white hair at the temples and a fierce gaze, he possesses the air of a white tiger. He is clearly a ruthless man and will surely reign as king in the forest."

"It's the athletes. Didn't they occupy the supermarket? Why would they think of running out?" Xin Li frowned.

"Xia Jin is right! Who knows how long this storm will last? The mountain opposite us just collapsed halfway," Xin Li said.

At that moment, his father, who had been enduring the same scolding and beatings, suddenly plunged a needle deep into the area near Fang Qinggu’s tailbone. Fang Qinggu turned back, only to see a cold, indifferent expression on his father’s face.

Was this Uchiha Itachi’s obsession truly that "no matter what happens, Sasuke must be protected"?

Seeing Fu Lingyue offer a polite greeting, Li Qing was quite pleased. He couldn't help but think of the young Mingying he first saw sweeping the floors back then; why hadn't the old Wei folks produced a grand-disciple for him?

Meanwhile, Tang San, still an infant, heard the words of his young mother and father and laughed happily.

However, what made everyone’s heart sink was that when we emerged from the space-time tunnel opened by Li, all we saw was a flat expanse of land.

Liaozhi stood firmly among the monks, looking at Nie Hongyi and her companion with shared hatred and indignation.

Regardless, I wanted to have a physician examine Xi Zhicai to see if this was truly just a flare-up of an old ailment.

Standing on the podium, I faced a lectern that looked like a cabinet—a testament to the magi-tech industry of Quitamondo! It contained an internal sound-amplification array powered by an elemental crystal core.

After all, the Ansebig Kingdom was home to demigods. The garrison commander gritted his teeth and spoke up, fearing that the intruder might be a friend invited by their own patron deity.

It was easy to travel from Fairytale Town to Quitamondo, but returning from Quitamondo to Fairytale Town was a different matter entirely.

"Is there something tasty?" Duoduo’s eyes lit up, immediately distracted by the promise of food. As for those unlucky roses… they could consider themselves lucky to have escaped with their lives.

Once the IPS screen issue was settled, the screen problems for Glory Mobile would be resolved for the next five years. As for more advanced screens after IPS, by that time, a wealthy Glory Mobile would have plenty of ways to handle it.

These achievements were largely due to him; the soul fragment he had left inside Chen Zinan’s body all those years ago had been active all along, and it was no pushover.

After two years of development, Glory Pictures had firmly established itself in the Chinese film industry and had become a significant player. Jiang Hui felt it was time for Glory Pictures to plan some new projects.

The news of this also refreshed many people’s perception of Zhang Liang’s screenwriting abilities, as well as their understanding of Chen Haiyan.

Bing Qirui stayed at the Academy City for a full half-month. Yes, he had volunteered to stay for a comprehensive examination because he was afraid. He was now Lan Yueyan’s support and the pillar of the Federal Communications Group; he could not afford any mistakes.

Er Shun’s family of three was eating dinner. Because of the heavy rain, the shop was desolate, and not a single customer was in sight.

"Quit? Damn it!" Liu Jimao said. "So the brat finally knows who he's dealing with. But if we just stop now, I won't feel satisfied."

When a man uses "being busy" to brush you off, it means his patience has run out. The day she had feared had finally arrived.

He watched the candidates in their fine robes with a cold eye, nodding in disdain. He swore to himself that one day, he would live a life like this, with no worries about food or drink.

But there was no help for it; he didn't dare say it out loud. If he did, a beating would surely follow.

"Don't dare? I think you're impatient! Fifth, are you the descendant of the God-Hidden? Did you not swear an oath to protect Middle-Earth for your entire life? To sacrifice your life as a frontier guard?" The old man’s voice was sharp, and he seemed deeply disappointed in his son.