Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Lotus Picking Contest

Monk Lotus was feeling deeply agitated. Every time he encountered this "thing," nothing good ever came of it. He thought to himself, if you were going to merge with the Dao, couldn't you have just said a word or given a heads-up? Having known each other for thousands of years, did they really lack even that much unspoken understanding?

Regardless of the circumstances, being labeled as dangerous by a Silver Moon Wizard was a first for Luwick, at least in Akanda.

It would be no exaggeration to call the Le-You-You Entertainment City a major metropolis, yet no one had ever seen a city so vast, magnificent, and imbued with such fantastical, mysterious charm.

Those who managed to escape were essentially the cream of the crop—mostly Rear Admirals, some Commodores, and the fewest were among the naval field-grade officers.

With two children in tow and having taken a detour through the southern rainforests, there was no way he could have outpaced the people from the Western Continent. He had never worried about them failing to pass through the Gate of War; no matter how tight the defenses, it was never difficult for a powerful individual to sneak through.

They were currently in a sparsely populated alley. As soon as the situation took a sudden turn, the disinterested passersby had cried out and fled, leaving them without any interference.

After all, as long as they could find a reasonable pretext, the influence of the Pennis family was more than enough to deal with two Double-Striped Medal Wizards.

Wang Ge pondered it; if he couldn't use his real name, so be it. There were so many people in Huaxia that having the same name was common. He decided to use his beta-test nickname instead. Reversing the name didn't seem bad either, so he entered "Wang Ge." The system promptly informed him that this name was also registered.

"Mr. Xiao, you want to become the producer of our film? I'm afraid you don't even know what our film is about or who we've cast, yet you want to jump straight into being a producer?" Chen Ze asked with a laugh upon hearing the words of Xiao Hui's father.

Consequently, Qian Ning was terrified; she had no idea she had offended such a person.

"Drink some hot water first to warm up." Qiao Xueli had already briskly brewed a cup of tea and handed it over, bringing a sense of warmth to Zhao Zhengce’s heart as he looked at her with gratitude.

Every handshake was a transaction, but this time, Lin Zhenghao let go with a sense of unease, feeling that something was off.

With the arrival of two supreme powerhouses, Zhuang Wangao and Mo Fei, the Western Sect naturally came out to welcome them immediately. It was the Buddha of Accomplished Emptiness who greeted them. Seeing the two, he performed the rites due to his seniors, and Zhuang Wangao and Mo Fei took it in stride, as it was only fitting.

A glimmer of golden light appeared in the distance. Wudi released his inner anxiety; his internal energy, which had been supporting his light-body technique at fifty percent capacity, suddenly dropped to thirty percent. He suppressed the jarring golden protective aura and drifted quietly toward the golden light.

Therefore, correctly controlling the elemental energy within the body was the only proper way for the Ojin tribe to break through the golden-tier bottleneck.

Time mercilessly ticked toward 8:30 AM. This was the start of the workday for government offices, and everyone knew that this outcome was unchangeable.

Yuanshi wanted to first merge the memories of the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirits to master the art of "One Breath Transforming into Three Pure Ones," but he did not want to miss this golden opportunity to destroy Xuanmu Island, leaving him feeling quite conflicted.

"I've been chasing production orders these past few days, and the workers have been working overtime, so I haven't been able to go home," Shu Fang took a moment to explain to Xiao Han.

Mount Dongyue possessed many wonders: temples, the Puzhao Temple, the Queen Mother's Pool, the Guandi Temple, the Red Gate Palace, the Doumu Palace, the Inscribed Stones, the Five Pines Pavilion, the Bixia Shrine, and the Immortal Bridge. At this time in summer, after the rain had cleared, one could look back from halfway up the mountain to see clouds of red mist and a vast, emerald sea of clouds beneath their feet.

The parrot was likely not shy, but rather guilty. Ye Zhen simply looked away, but Jun Ninglan suddenly let out a muffled groan. The birdcage clattered to the ground, and the "lecherous gentleman" shrieked. Ye Zhen noticed Jun Ninglan’s brows furrowed tightly as he clutched his abdomen; looking closely, the deep purple brocade robe over his stomach appeared faintly blackened.

But once the eldest brother walked away from his responsibilities, the third brother was still in the military. With no one left to do the farm work, the old man vented his anger on her. Eventually, she had to swallow her pride and beg the couple to return.

Of course, the above was merely Zhang Qingfeng's wild imagination, but once such a thought took root, doubts naturally followed.

After entering the Immortal Painting, Lu Zhongli flew straight toward the teleportation array leading to the Heavenly Palace and entered.

It had been this way since ancient times: top-tier military and political elites enjoyed luxuries beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and they possessed a moral bottom line just as unimaginable to the masses.

Director Qian handled all the affairs; they only needed to concern themselves with Director Qian's mental health.

However, many veteran teachers were dissatisfied, believing that Zhang Cuilian had leaked the exam questions to the students in advance...

Anything is possible, isn't it? No matter how unscientific it seemed, as long as Lin Lin said it, Cairns believed there was a chance it could become reality.

He was, of course, a ruthless man; otherwise, he could not have built such a vast industry or repeatedly marched south with the intention of unifying the country. He truly cared for his soldiers, the people, and his industrial base. These were his assets, and even if there were to be war, he would rather it happen in Beiping than in Shenyang.

The interrogation room was not much different from the morning. The guards were familiar faces, and the "Japanese civilian" was still tied to the iron frame like Jesus. The kerosene stove had been extinguished, the branding iron was left resting on it, and other miscellaneous items were scattered about.

Governor Feng was forty-three years old, born into a destitute non-commissioned officer's family—so poor, in fact, that his mother gave birth to seven sons and five of them starved to death.

Susan immediately forgot everything else, threw herself into her eldest brother's arms, and sobbed uncontrollably.