Chapter 33: Achieving Great Merit

"What did you just say? What kind of acupuncture technique are you going to use?" Xu Yang's sharp gaze fixed on Master Hu, his tone slightly cold as he questioned him.

"Burning Mountain Fire. It's the most formidable acupuncture method in traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't understand, don't ask; it's not something I can explain to an outsider like you."

Feeling uneasy under Xu Yang's piercing stare...

"Green Rose? That place is a paradise, untouched by the world. Why are you going there?" Annie ladled a spoonful of vegetable soup for John.

"You? Are you really alright?" Director Di's question seemed to carry a double meaning; he didn't want to ask too directly, yet a faint concern could be heard in his tone.

At that moment, Lin Yanwan looked at Wen Nianian with a feeling that was not quite hate, yet stronger than mere dislike.

Yu Jinming fell silent, pondering for a while. He had absolutely no intention of letting Lin Yanwan succeed. Someone like her deserved criticism and punishment, not a house.

Director Di held the magnetic card, gazing thoughtfully out the window through the glass. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared deep in his eyes. His lips curled into a slight smile, and he left the office, taking his phone with him.

Under the media's cameras, Wen Nianian had learned to greet people openly, while Yu Moxin remained as stern-faced as ever.

"Alright!" Su Rui stared at the two bottles in her hands, unscrewed the caps, took a deep breath, and with a toss of her head, drank them both.

Li Qingcang nodded in satisfaction. He knew well that Sweetheart had no money to pay for her grandmother's treatment and thus wanted to take on this film.

Lambo could only sigh, rolling up his sleeve so Bob could implant a micro tracker into his muscle.

"Hahaha... That's true. But if you keep saying things like that, I fear Brother Bear will get angry." Hearing this, Shaoyu wasn't upset, but instead laughed.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. His soft breaths brushed against her delicate neck, making her feel ticklish and instinctively try to avoid it. His hands tightened around her, and she struggled a bit.

Countless rogue cultivators regarded Lin Hongzhu as their leader. If Lin Hongzhu wished, with a single call, many would follow him through fire and water.

The attendant told her stories about the Lingxiao Inn, and though they had heard many tales of Ling Chaofeng, few had actually seen him. The attendant advised Boss Yue not to enter the shop again, lest he meet misfortune, and only left when his employer called him to work.

Just as Vlad III was growing impatient, the hole in the door suddenly caught his attention.

Though the man's face was smeared with mud, it couldn't hide his refined features. His gaze wasn't dull like that of someone near death, but resolute and deep. I seem to have seen him somewhere before, Jingxuan thought, but before she could speak, the kneeling man at the steps began to talk.

"Sir, the clothes you asked me to buy are ready. They're made of the finest fabric, guaranteed to satisfy you!" The bartender hurried to Vlad III, placed the bundle on the bar, grabbed an open bottle and gulped down half of it before catching his breath and speaking excitedly.

Xuan Yuanhui shouted. The prince, princess, and skilled guards behind him courageously followed, charging ahead.

The Liu family was no exception. Though her craftsmanship wasn't exceptional, the land of the abandoned manor had long been improved by the spiritual spring. The black soil brimmed with spiritual energy, making the crops grow better and improving their quality by more than a little.

Earlier, Chu Liang had been tricked by Princess Yining, poisoned by a foul drug. When he returned from the Plum Blossom Banquet, he couldn't bear it any longer and indulged himself in the carriage.