Volume 1, Chapter 29: Aren't You Going to Find Him Yet?

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Murong Xue glanced at the incoming call from Zhang Jiuwan, her expression tinged with displeasure, as if resisting something. Yet, in the end, she decided to answer.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Teacher Murong, I have something to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“It’s about that boy in your class, Jiang Huan. He’s left the city again.”

“Hm?”

“I called you the moment he stepped out of the city gate, fearing you'd scold me again.”

Murong Xue remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and shouted, “Zhang Jiuwan! Don’t you know there are fourth-tier beasts outside? He’s just a child! How dare you let him leave the city! I don’t care about you, right now, you must—”

“Is it the Grand Perfection of the Profound Realm…” Sword repeated Zhou Ping’s words, his expression growing solemn.

He exhaled deeply, rose from the stone chair, and walked over to stand beside Li Zhexian under the moonlight. After hesitating for a long while, he spoke.

Then he hurried to the hospital to borrow a wheelchair from Song Nan. It was something Murong Wan never imagined would happen—him having to sit in a wheelchair one day.

Su Yi held back a laugh, thinking, “My son hasn’t acted so genuinely spoiled toward me in a long time.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Gu picked up the glass of red wine in his hand, watching the seconds tick by, draining the glass to calm his excited heart.

Li Chunhao smiled faintly and shook his head slowly. Compared to the state he was in one and a half months ago at the Feast of Ecstasy, he was considerably worse now.

Qin Ran’s admiration for Prince Yan was well known throughout the capital. Qin Yifu did not believe the emperor could remain oblivious to even the slightest rumor.

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The new recruits halted in the mud, quietly listening as the veteran recounted the battle etched into the annals of history.

“That’s not true. I… I just thought your father would come back, so…” Xia Xixi trailed off. Their quarrel had ultimately hurt Jing Xing.

“He’s not dead yet. Only a few broken ribs, some internal injuries, and mild concussion, but no major threat to his life. With proper rest, he’ll recover,” the second elder said after examining Locke, addressing the eldest.

“Really?” Jiang Sheng and Chen Fulan’s faces brightened, their anger fading to reveal a look of quiet joy.

Cheng Yun’s greed was insatiable. From appearances, middle age would bring marital troubles. Her fortune was in the first half of her life, while the latter half grew increasingly bleak.

Shen Jieyu’s face was pale as she knelt shakily, just after childbirth, her body trembling and tears choking her voice in deep kowtows.

The more I say, the angrier he’ll get, but I must set my boundaries on the very first day.

Xiao Yuqing could tell that Consort Xian disliked all the palace’s convoluted rules and restrictions.

The East Sea Traditional Medicine Association was located on Zhongshan Avenue in the city center. Zhang Feng led Zhao Qingyu along the roadside.

Madam Qin sighed with relief upon seeing Qin Mingshan’s lab report; all previous abnormalities had normalized.

Zhao Wuji followed Zhang Feng’s gaze to the outpatient department, where a young doctor with bandages on his face was giving a hard time to an anxious elderly man.

Therefore, how long the final war would last depended on the resolve of the noble families and martial sects of Haizhou.

The blade did not strike a vital spot, but the searing pain unleashed Su Mo’s fury completely.

The Empress’s decree left Lan Xi no time to think; she hurriedly complied, her heart churning on the way back.

Let him be ruthless, feign madness and foolishness—let’s see who’s truly stronger. He’ll silently suffer the bitter taste of a mute swallowing bitter herbs.

With a silver or two, one couldn’t afford the Red Lady’s favor, but it was enough to enjoy some carefree moments with the “ordinary girls” in common brothels, along with simple food and drink.

“What? Diao Chan!” Lü Bu hastily withdrew his halberd and swept over to Guan Yu’s side like a whirlwind to check on Diao Chan. Guan Ping, Guan Xing, and Guan Suo stood at the city gate, exchanging glances, uncertain what to do next.

Hua Shangxue scrutinized the newcomer—a man about twenty-three, long since shed his youthful innocence, clearly weathered by many hardships, his sharp features masking a chilling smile.

Lan Xi was in the purest state since growing up, her thoughts as innocent as a newborn’s—she wanted nothing but to eat.

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It can be said that for Jiang Yue and the people of Sishui Kingdom, faith was deeply revered, especially in Tianxing City. Jiang Yue was burned alive outside Tianxing City by Emperor Bai Duyu. At that time, many citizens wept bitterly.

Xin Yu had no intention of giving him any chance. She fired two more arrows cleanly, sending the Level 64 swordsman back to the city.

“I don’t know who the leader of your Lotus Hall is, but may I see him?” After receiving a negative reply, Sanbao finally revealed the true purpose of his visit.

Chong Ye knew nothing of the story but vaguely guessed some of it, twitching his mouth slightly. The Lingxiao Sword Sect was quite tolerant.

“All right, no buts. If you’re worried, send more bodyguards to watch over,” Su Yiyan said to him, concerned the guards might not be smart enough to prevent an attack.

Everyone present suddenly froze. Many phoenixes had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Despite these peaceful times, the horrors of the past were still vivid, a hellish ordeal unforgettable in this lifetime.

Though cultivators live longer than ordinary people, immortality remains impossible.

Aunt Li understood Mr. Song’s words. The young master had a big appetite, and bearing their burdens, they never ate enough.

But killing everyone around would be useless and might trigger the bloodthirst within, plunging oneself into even greater danger.

Qingtian, standing in the ranks, was ecstatic. Dressed strangely, her face radiated a smile. She never expected Lin Luo, an outsider, to become the ancestral shaman of the Witch Tribe. The ancestral shaman commands the tribe, standing above the twelve shaman kings.

Ye Linyuan poked his head out from behind Du Yi: “It’s okay for inner disciples to have a master.”

“Senior Brother is here; why would Ye’er come? Could it be Xu Jiao’s doing!” Ling Xuchen’s eyes flashed cold light.

Not even magical tools could escape? They would also be crushed, spirit consciousness obliterated… Shen Yuan kept the Jade Spirit Technique constantly running, thinking silently.

A broad-faced man dressed in deep blue ceremonial robes sat on a large stone chair.

“Liu Ming, what do you want?” Wang Zheng asked first over the phone. Students like Liu Ming, who performed poorly in class, rarely called their homeroom teacher. Perhaps this was a sudden miracle.