Volume 1, Chapter 27: She wanted Chu Yuning to taste the bitterness of being toyed with, just as she had!

Shi Chong puffed out his cheeks and finally charged toward Huang Wuqiao. As he swung his arms, two short tridents suddenly appeared in his hands; though small, their tips were razor-sharp and emitted a blinding white light.

Now, look at how things turned out: others were happily staying in inns, enjoying fine wine and gourmet dishes prepared by master chefs, while he had to miserably take out his tent and sleep on the street once again.

However, he had no intention of showing mercy. While many great figures cherished talent, now was not the time for such sentiments.

Amidst the heavy, swirling phantoms, a ball of fire suddenly erupted, spinning at high speed. The air seemed to be evaporating, crackling with a noisy, chaotic din.

Gasps of shock rose one after another. Some martial artists turned beet-red, so tense they could barely breathe.

Thus, the moment Wei Qingqing entered, she recognized her instantly, even if it was just by a glimpse of her eyes or her graceful silhouette.

Hearing Jiu'er say this, I took out my phone and dialed Cheng Qiang’s number. I hadn't held out much hope, but after a few rings, the call was actually answered.

Sun Haochi had been resting his eyes in a nearby room, completely unaware of what was happening outside. It wasn't until he heard the sounds of fighting that he opened his eyes, stepped out to investigate, and just happened to hear Wang Meng declaring his intent to teach him a lesson.

"Impossible. The voice it spoke with is almost identical to yours," the monk said firmly, meeting Shen Qingjun’s gaze as if seeking confirmation.

The second incident occurred seven days ago. Near the imperial city in the center of the Karluo Continent, a baffling phenomenon appeared: a staircase made of gold stretched from the heavens down to a point one hundred meters above the imperial city. It showed no signs of vanishing even after several days, leaving the many powerhouses within the city utterly perplexed.

Du loosened his grip, shoving the flushed Wild Rose forward, and Vulture reflexively reached out to steady her.

Du Tinglan’s lips turned pale. Confirming that her cousin was unscathed, she nodded in relief, then fell back into a daze, as if lost in a chaotic sea of memories.

Xie Congyue regretted it, but it was already too late. He was at a loss for how to coax them; even the double-scoop ice cream trick proved useless. They sobbed their hearts out, yet didn't forget to tearfully boast about how beautiful they were. Xie Congyue found the sight amusing and let out a laugh while trying to soothe them, which only made the two little sisters cry even harder.

Of the three questions Mo Xi had that day, two had been resolved. Now, only the mystery of why Jia Shaojie kissed Shen Yushan remained.

Kaoshan Village is about thirty miles from the county seat. To the south, east, and west of the village lie great mountains, while the north, leading toward Qingfeng Town and Yuyang County, is relatively flat.

At the same time, the other two family heads, who were the final guests to arrive, appeared on the scene. Today, Yan University was undoubtedly a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers gathered, filled with the most formidable power.

Mo Xi took the iced cola, gulped down two mouthfuls, and blinked her spirited eyes with a "just as I thought" expression; she knew she had guessed correctly.

The crowd chattered incessantly, filled with envy for Zhuge Rou. Possessing a heaven-defying physique, matched with corresponding cultivation techniques and the backing of a super-faction—it was no exaggeration to call her a winner in life.

Liu Yulin’s voice came over the broadcast. This program had no host, and the entire flow relied on the mentors to cue it.

Everything was in perfect order. Liang Yongwen was in a good mood; the nail technician she had booked arrived at ten o'clock and was already waiting in the second-floor flower hall.

"Enough, say no more. Tomorrow, tomorrow this child will be sent away. I don't care where, but they cannot stay in this house," Old Master Qiao said, clearly disapproving of the situation.

"Alright, you two sit down and have some water. I'll have the noodles ready in a moment." After pouring them water, Zhou Yan hurried to the stove, shoved some wood and coal briquettes into the firebox, and lit it.

Wanqing could even hear a hint of suppressed sadness in Mo Lingyan’s voice, and her own heart tightened in response. No matter what Mo Lingtian did, Mo Lingyan always managed to claim all her sympathy and concern.

Realizing his situation was precarious, Luo Zhengdao dared not show any signs of confusion in front of others. The more one says, the more mistakes one makes; with external circumstances unclear, silence was better than a thousand words.

Ye Fei had wagered a total of 1.7 million. At the house’s twenty-to-one odds, he was entitled to 34 million. A "leopard" (three of a kind) could sweep the board, but being bitten back by it would leave one bleeding.

After Meng Gui bound the twin blades, apart from the electrical numbing effect, his speed in wielding them increased significantly, naturally reinforcing his attack power once more.

And so, when Qiao Jinfan suddenly brought up the word "love," Wanqing felt flustered and lost.

As the spirit escaped into her body, Mo Ning-shuang, who had been sitting in the wheelchair, suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. Upon waking, she grabbed the ventilator on her lap, rose on trembling legs, and walked step by step to the back of the isolation cabinet, hiding in the shadows of the living room.

Now that the treasure map had been officially cracked, the heavy stone that had been weighing on the Bitter Daoist’s heart finally settled completely. Sitting there, a happy smile even graced his face. Seeing a glimmer of hope, he was truly excited and couldn't wait to set off toward the Bright City region.

At this moment, Chu Xu no longer felt so indifferent to the mocking gazes cast by those "losers" (non-chiefs). "May I ask if there is a hole on this island? I, Salted Fish Chu, would like to find one to crawl into and lie low."

A cold, imperceptible sneer appeared on Gangye Jing-shang’s face. He knew that given his status, Su Beichen could not truly refuse to treat him; the Chinese were soft-spined, he mused, intending to use diplomacy to put pressure on Su Beichen.

Lying on the hospital bed, Le Ying’s face was as pale as a sheet of paper; she was already in too much pain to utter a single word.

It was difficult, but still, it was tempting. So it was listed as a backup, to be dealt with as things developed. If he could conveniently buy one and get one free during the mediation process, he wouldn't be opposed to it, would he? Of course, the first priority was to resolve the matter of the "Tizi."