Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Double Ninth Poetry Gathering, Altering the Verses Once More

Shen Wan walked over and glanced briefly. Just as she was about to remark that there was nothing special about it, the corner of her eye caught the signature in the bottom left corner of the screen: Wen Baihe.

After freshening up, Shen Wan sat before the vanity mirror. Qing Yue styled her hair into a "fallen horse" bun, eschewing ornate rings in favor of a single red begonia, which only served to make Shen Wan’s beauty appear even more striking.

"A top-grade ore." A slightly hoarse voice suddenly echoed. Yun Feng and Qu Lanyi both trembled, their expressions turning somber in an instant. "W-what’s wrong?" Qian Shaoyao asked, her concern deepening as she observed their sudden shift in demeanor.

If Hansi acted as he did, it was truly as he said—merely to ensure I carried a grudge, to keep me living with high spirits. I wonder if he, in that other world, is also as unyielding, waiting for me with the same spirited determination.

"Hey brother, someone is looking for you." Just then, a short boy wearing glasses walked up to Mo Ke.

Yun Feng nodded. Humans, after all, knew very little about the Merfolk tribe; even those who had seen them did not understand them deeply enough, leading to inevitable misconceptions. "Sea Siren" was a classification imposed by humans, whereas the Merfolk themselves recognized only three noble lineages—and Yaoyao belonged to the Blue Fin.

At this moment, Princess Taiping wore nothing but a white silk robe, the alluring scenery beneath shifting in and out of view.

After Ren Sinian finished speaking, she turned gracefully and vanished into the darkness, slipping out through the narrow door. She came as if she had never arrived, like a cat in the night, searching in silence.

I have been here for about six years now. The old man has disappeared these past few days, likely out gathering herbs again. I turned my wheelchair away from Qingfeng Hollow and began to play the guzheng in the locust flower grove; it is the only pastime I have had over these years.

Having said this, Mo Qingli cast occasional glances at Huo Yichen, her expression indescribably pitiful, so heartbreaking that words could hardly capture it.

The voice was ethereal and otherworldly, sounding clear and moving. Merely hearing it was enough to stir the soul, as if undergoing a baptism.

A slight sound broke the silence, rendering this burial ground, which had claimed so many lives, even more eerie.

Although she said this, there was no sign of distress on Qian Huan’s face; she remained as composed as if everything were within her control.

She knew his crossbow could fire in succession, but she was certain that three shots was its limit. Surely it couldn't fire three times again; such a formidable weapon simply did not exist in this world.

Without a shred of doubt in his gaze, the man’s single open eye seemed to span the void, locking eyes with Bai Yu before the projection.

If not for her brother inviting him, Xu Que would likely never have said these things to her.

"Go, go, go! What nonsense are you spouting? I watched her come out of my wife’s belly with my own eyes!" Kachinski slapped Paul on the head.

Hearing this, Yang Jian reached a clear conclusion regarding Huang Yunhui’s actions.

He knew someone must be intentionally leaking their whereabouts, but that person had been extremely covert, leaving Night Blade unable to determine who the traitor was for the time being.

Shui Yiyi listened quietly, her heart surging with turbulent emotions. Like Chu Tianyu, she was suppressing her true feelings.

"May I ask the purpose of your return? Are you hoping to defeat Chu Tianyu on behalf of the Hongji Taekwondo Gym to regain your honor?" the reporter asked persistently.

"Having dreams is right, but one must face the facts and not blindly pursue distant fantasies," Father Su sighed and said slowly.

Su Zimo knew nothing of what had happened in Shanghai. He and Su Xi’er arrived at the Mo Hai recording studio.

For the past fifty years, although Ying Zhongcheng had not been able to guard the Third Caesar Empire constantly, he had invariably appeared whenever a major event occurred on the Western Continent.

Opening the video belonging to Yang Leling and watching the familiar scenes unfold, he could not help but smile slightly. He opened a web browser, typed in the name of a professional video editor, and, feeling a sting of regret for the few hundred dollars it cost, downloaded the software to his desktop.

"Let’s head straight to the lodging you’ve arranged. I’ve been to this Treasure Gathering Assembly several times before and have seen everything worth seeing, so there’s no need to look around," Xuan Wu said, waving his hand with a casual, indifferent tone.

"Do you want to have your leg broken again? Or perhaps suffer from diarrhea for a week? Or maybe sweat until you’re dehydrated? Which feeling do you think is better?" Zuo Lin said coldly.

Afterward, Han Yi summoned the descendants of the Nine Provinces Dynasty—now the You clan of the Jiuhua Dynasty—and announced the restoration of the Nine Provinces Dynasty.

"Oh, Master Han, don't make it sound like I can't find anyone else to keep me company." Yang Lele crossed her arms and smiled, her arrogance on full display. It was essential to master one key principle when dealing with Han Zhihun: never lower one’s guard, for the more submissive one was, the easier it was to be suppressed and bullied.

In an instant, the smoke containing the "bone powder" collided with Xu Qingfan’s "Wheel of Life and Death."

Following that, they informed a certain municipal leader who had always been on good terms with Yan Beizhai, which was essentially equivalent to reporting the matter to the police. Then, they notified Jin Xiaohua’s family.

"None of your damn business!" Han Zhihun rubbed his left cheek, which had been struck by Yang Lele. Damn it, it was bound to be swollen by tomorrow.

Watching Juliet’s expression, Chen Feng smiled from behind. Death—she didn't fear it—but there were many things far more terrifying than death. Chen Feng did not believe she wouldn't be afraid.

Although the perspective was a bit low, this world was truly different. No wonder animal-type druids had always held the numerical advantage in the druid world since ancient times.

"We’re all going? But what about Xuexue?" Zhang Ling asked, glancing at Yan Yingxue, who was curled up on the sofa watching television.

This was their moment to prove their loyalty. They swarmed down and hacked the stunned soldiers guarding the city gate into a pulp.

Old Lady Su glared at Su Tian and then walked outside, cursing and swearing. She had lost again! It was enough to make her furious.

Someone among this group had definitely stolen the fish, yet they were acting the part of a good Samaritan, watching the commotion; they were likely just waiting for everyone to be distracted to make off with the catch. But Su Tian had been keeping an eye on these people the whole time, and no one should have been able to slip away. Now, she had to find a way to flush the culprit out.

Someone came down with a flashlight to search for them. Wang Kaobei’s men quickly subdued the intruders, grabbed them by the collars, and kicked them down the stairs.