Volume One, Chapter 75: I Only Sprout When I Am Harder Than Stone

A faint smile played on Liang Hao’s lips. The Demon Lord System was, in fact, the very legacy left behind by the Peerless Celestial Lord—a collection of heavenly rules so complete that, even in his absence, it could still aid the host in gaining strength.

Arriving directly at the Prime Minister’s residence, she took in the unchanged facade without surprise. Since the Emperor was so deeply devoted, how could he not cherish his last lingering sentiment and keep it intact?

“All right, all right! Let’s not overthink things now! When everyone arrives, we’ll discuss it then. For now, why don’t we patrol our territory? Let’s see if we can find a promising spot—who knows, it might be the site of the future palace!” Chen Cheng couldn’t help but tempt them.

This generous offer instantly caught Ye Mo’s attention—not out of greed, but because she wanted to send the money home to her parents so they wouldn’t have to toil so hard in the fields.

Physician Wang frowned slightly, lifting bottle after bottle to his nose, inhaling their aromas, each time only to shake his head. Suddenly, he picked up a packet of medicinal powder, scraped a little with his fingernail, and tasted it. His tightly knit brows relaxed, and his eyes sparkled with delight.

I won’t play the victim or beg for more support—I know my own abilities. But since I have received encouragement and promised to finish this story, and to avoid missing updates, I won’t be making any sudden outbursts. I’ll keep a stockpile of chapters just in case.

First came the effort to win over officials, then the persistent urging of ministers to secretly find fault with him, and now, today, all sorts of schemes were being deployed to strip Moxiao of his military command.

Miu Kedi carefully examined the Clear Spirit Flute, a recent discovery of hers. Though she didn’t know what kind of flute it was, nor had she shown it to anyone else.

No one understood his injuries better than he did. He had just examined himself thoroughly with his spiritual sense—the wounds were unquestionably fatal.

Liang Hao was astonished; he hadn’t expected the black dragon to reveal another deeply hidden skill, silently and abruptly changing its method of attack.

Ouyang Bo shook his head helplessly and got into the car. As it drove away from Qingshui Garden, Ouyang Qing kept her eyes fixed on Lin Yu’s villa, where a pale figure flashed past her.

After listening to Liao Qing’er’s account, Zhong Nan finally understood the sequence of events and gained a much deeper understanding of Miss He.

The youth’s white robe had wide sleeves that nearly brushed the ground; the hem was loose as well—a garment of the Chu kingdom. With his back against an ancient tree, he stood there in the night like a pure lotus, serene and graceful.

Wang Tian shook his head. He didn’t think it wise to call someone like Zhao Liurui out of the blue—she’d surely become wary, and the odds of her agreeing to meet were slim. That could ruin everything.

As for Jing Tianchu, though he was the leader of the “New Military Camp,” his private relationship with Chen Kepeng was merely mediocre at best. It was even less likely he’d notice anything amiss.

The gas station was small, with few vehicles stopping to refuel, but the surrounding scenery was beautiful. Wu Yong thought that even without the need to refuel, it was worth stopping just to admire the view.

Guo Cai spread his hands, looking as if he had foreseen such an event and was almost begging for a beating. Zhao Liurui truly wanted to pounce on him and teach him a lesson, yet for a moment she didn’t know how to proceed. The feeling in her heart was indescribably strange.

“It seems, Director Gao, that you must have worked in intelligence back in Yan’an; otherwise, how would you know my name so well?” Xiao Shan’s remark was met with a shared smile, which eased the tension after revealing their identities. Then Xiao Shan turned to Gao Ming with a more serious look.

“Blazing Fist: Hundred Strikes.” Flames leapt as both hands clenched and hammered down, landing squarely on the belly of the Earth Bear midair. The beast crashed to the ground, leaving a crater a meter wide.

Lü Fei understood why He Su spoke as she did, but as she said, quite a few people already knew about this, and in time, more would learn of it.

The bodyguard’s car didn’t drive in but stopped at the villa’s gate, where the bodyguard stood watch outside.

Shang Xin thought this certainly wouldn’t be a good task. If she wanted to keep herself safe and rescue Dong Xiang as well, she’d really have to put in some effort.

But by now, Luffy had already eaten everything, making any remedy useless. And as Red-haired Shanks swung him around, Luffy’s body stretched out and snapped back like rubber, lively and elastic.

“I… I can’t bear to part with you…” she sobbed brokenly, tears streaming from her eyes as she looked at him.

The two children sat on the carpeted floor, playing with their toys. After greeting Ling Xi politely, they returned to their games.

He was a master of medicine, always maintaining his health with medicinal cuisine and almost immune to poisons. Yet even he was tormented by this poison; if it were anyone else, they might not have survived. But with time running short and only himself to rely on, who knew how long these trials would last? They had little time left.

Gu Nian and Fu Jing Shen had originally planned to invite Susan to celebrate the New Year in K City, but it was clear that, due to Shen Heng, she had no desire to return there.

Before Zhang Bai could leave, an elderly monk, beaming with joy, hurried over and led the two away.

Bai Yan wasn’t really trying to steal food from the children. Since Linglong said she’d make him a portion, he was content to wait.

Under Zhou Cang’s command were over a hundred thousand Yellow Turban soldiers and more than four hundred thousand civilians, boasting an army of half a million! To send thirty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers this time, it was clear that the force Pei Yuan Shao led was elite. Looking back at his own four thousand men, Ning Rong realized he’d need a clever plan.

The mid-stage Golden Core cultivator and his small group had survived in this monster-infested forest for who knew how long, often resorting to ambush and betrayal without the slightest sense that it was wrong or against the heavens.

In truth, even without being told, Chunyu Qiong could see it with his own eyes—the raging inferno was right before him.

Sleepwalkers, while wandering, perceive no corners or crossroads; in their subconscious, all roads are straight.

Chunyu Qiong spoke with meaning, his eyes fixed on Xu You. “It’s nothing. We all serve our king with loyalty!” Xu You felt reassured, understanding Chunyu Qiong’s message. He hadn’t expected, inadvertently, to push him down this path as well. In truth, given the circumstances, there was nowhere else to go.