Chapter 67: Your Cousin Is Quite Clingy

In order to focus on her studies, whether she was learning etiquette in the morning or practicing combat in the afternoon, she always set her phone to silent mode.

After finishing her practice, she noticed three missed calls, all from the same number—one she did not recognize.

Who could have called her? Three times in a row—could something have happened?

She dialed back.

The phone barely rang twice before it was swiftly answered.

“You—”

Jiang Heng paid no heed to the voices urging him to stop, his face expressionless as he pressed his foot down again and again.

The key was that Wang Debao wasn’t just ranting aimlessly; he spoke with reason. His words, “As a law-abiding citizen, I have the right to refuse interviews,” immediately resonated with the surrounding onlookers.

Ning Rongrong’s Nine Treasures Divine Light could withstand nine attacks from a Title Douluo’s ninth soul skill, and also provided immunity to attacks below the ninth soul skill. Ning Fengzhi’s Nine Treasures Protective Divine Light was clearly inferior by comparison.

The previous workshop supervisor gave gifts purely for connections, but the latter not only established relationships—he also gained tangible benefits, all without much risk. By helping the factory dispose of excess oil residue, he managed to secure another advantage for himself within the company.

Soto City was still quite a distance from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, so delivering messages would take considerable time.

The two sides hadn’t signed the contract yet. If he wanted to… it wasn’t impossible, so his gaze unabashedly lingered on her chest.

Over the years, he had learned that the Martial Soul Hall was the most powerful force on the continent, and he knew his father should be a disciple of the Hao Tian Sect.

The brand-new and even more powerful Five Elements Immortal Spirit Root was methodically merging with Qin Hao’s own being, forming a unified existence.

He would never let her ruin the marriage to the Qin family at such a critical juncture, handing the advantage to Jiang Zhao without a fight.

Xiao Fan quickly pinned Lu Yanran down, one hand pressing on her snowy thigh, the other arm wrapped tightly around her.

“Heaven must rise, limitless earth!” In her panic, Diao Chan clasped her hands and struck forward with force.

The bills for this period had already exceeded six hundred thousand, most of it spent on medicine and hospitalization.

The Diviner spoke of his art of divination with pride—it was his signature skill. Though his cultivation was only at Dongxuan, elders from both Tianxuan and even higher sects respected him greatly, for he could predict fortune and misfortune, avoid calamity, and make crucial decisions at pivotal moments.

His fingers gently grazed her brows, wishing to smooth away her sorrows, then followed the glossy black strands of her hair, tenderly tucking the stray locks behind her ear.

She had never had the chance to use all her tools; in the past, she mostly relied on the fine needles, and worried about the size of the nine marked needles.

Chu Qing, rarely gentle, gazed at Fu Yishen’s handsome face for a long moment before rising, phone in hand, to walk out with Jian Xiangnan.

Soon after, several maids entered in single file, arranged the dishes, and withdrew as quietly as they had come.

Ten days had passed since she’d seen her apprentice. Ling Zhouyue sat by the pond, directly across from Xiao Ran, her shimmering sword-like eyes fixed on him, her heroic features now clouded with resentment.

“I heard there’s a divine artifact buried beneath the arena, and its spiritual power is what supports the arena’s rise and fall—but that’s just a legend,” Qin Chengzhi interjected.

The swordsman, caught off guard by her sudden glance, felt his entire face flush red.

To reach the summit in the entertainment industry’s chaotic world and still preserve one’s original heart—what kind of exquisite mind must that take?

No one dared to disobey, even if reluctant—they forced themselves to look away, and followed in her wake.

After harvesting the late rice, it was time to plant potatoes in the paddies. By the beginning of March the next year, the potatoes had to be harvested, as it was time to transplant rice seedlings and nothing could hinder the rice planting.