37 Sweet Dreams

"Brother Tan, where have you been?" Zhu Hongda was deeply annoyed to see Tan Jingting arriving so late. Everyone else was scrambling to put out the fire, yet Tan Jingting had sauntered in, slow and unhurried.

After a morning of heated arguments, the students in the gallery were filled with righteous indignation: the British and French hadn't even done much—sending only ambassadors to deliver a few lukewarm words—yet the Socialists and some independent figures were already in a panic. It was truly spineless to the extreme.

As for what kind of fortuitous opportunity Yang Tian had encountered, the Ancient Source Saint God did not ask. This was, after all, Yang Tian's secret; what he cared about was the growth of Yang Tian's strength.

"Excuse me, sir, can crab and persimmon be eaten together?" Changjiao asked the old doctor directly.

Shuxian helped Zhu Hongda into a semi-reclining position on the bed, propping his waist and back with pillows and a quilt.

Order in Guangzhou was beginning to show results, and the city was regaining its vitality, with harmonious and peaceful smiles once again gracing people's faces. The increasingly stable environment in Guangzhou brought great comfort to Lu Yulin and Tan Jingting, who felt that any amount of toil and sacrifice had been worth it.

The closing bell rang. The Dow Jones closed at only 406 points—this not only meant a daily drop of over 7%, but also that the entire gains of the past month and a half, spanning August and September, had been wiped out in a single day.

"Sovereign, Yang Tian and that middle-aged man are still staying in that cave, having not come out. The other eleven are still keeping watch," Fu Nie said respectfully.

"What was that? How did Yuan Xinshan disappear?" Not only this expert but the others pursuing him also came to a halt.

After the two leisurely Heavenly Lords left the cold spring, a long sigh of relief rose simultaneously from the crystal orbs that had remained behind.

"Composing music is actually quite simple. If you pay more attention to the things and sounds in life, you might find the inspiration you seek," Chen Yidao said with a smile.

The sudden turn of events was unexpected. With a bang, Bu Zai Beishang was sent flying ten meters away, his blood surging as he took 1.2 million in damage.

A loud crash echoed as the broken sword controlled by Lan'er was instantly knocked away by the powerful attack.

He, Huo Yu, swore by the heavens that as long as he lived, he would treat little Qilin with the utmost care, regarding her as his own flesh and blood. He believed Yun'er would do the same.

This antique-like figure in a dragon robe was extraordinary. Even the level sixteen Lingbo Micro-steps used by Yun Guo could not evade his search, and his trail was caught. With a claw that tore through the void, he stepped out and vanished from the spot without a sound, pursuing Yun Guo.

"Hmph, go ahead and trust them if you want; you'll be sold out and won't even know it," Wang Wanru scoffed disdainfully, though she eventually shut her mouth under Shi Guangzhi's gaze.

"Hold fast to your original heart, and do not be proud or impatient!" Ye Canxue said. "As long as you remember these words, you will not be blinded by greed or caught up in the pursuit of fame and fortune on your path of cultivation." In truth, these words were also Zhang Yunting's warning to Ye Canxue, and they were the reason Ye Canxue had always been able to hold fast to his own heart.

"Alien, since you have arrived, come with me to the arena!" The elder seemed unwilling to talk much more, and he walked away through the side door of the main hall.

Chen Yidao wondered, could it be that this alternate dimension simply lacked the materials needed for anti-heaven genes? Or had they not grown yet, and he would have to wait for the same time as his previous life—the 22nd century? Could he even wait until then?

This was almost like nuclear power, wasn't it? Of course, it was still far inferior to nuclear power, but it basically eliminated the need for energy resupply every few thousand kilometers of travel.

"I saw your brilliance back then, but I never imagined you could grow to such a level!" Standing beside Xi Shi, Zheng Dan also looked at Lei Yu with shock.

Xiao Haotian reached out and pulled her into his embrace. "I don't mind the filth!" He kissed her deeply on a clean spot.

His hand moved quietly from her hair to her smooth neck, and his lips followed. His blue eyes narrowed like a fierce predator fixated on its only target, ready to strike, as if he had decided that even if he had to exhaust his life's strength, he would devour her whole.

As she spoke on, Shang Peidi simply let Ren Shuchi vent, his expression remaining unchanged.

Shangguan Ao pulled Yang Shimin’s hand directly, said nothing, pushed her into the car, and started the engine, intending to head home.

As she spoke, she slowly walked out of the room. Qiangwei finally lifted her face from her knees, but it was still as red as a September cherry.

Regarding Zhenzhen's arrival, Shangguan Ao released Yang Shimin's neck and said unhappily, "You've been at the company for so many years; have you forgotten the rules of knocking?"

Lianhua had met Wei Ze Qingyan long ago. Not to mention the earlier days, just during the time Yu'er was born, Lianhua had kept watch there almost every day; Qingyan had already been old enough to remember things, so she naturally recognized her.

With a large palm, he said, "Regurgitation can damage the esophagus; it is not advisable. Metabolism should follow its natural order, which is the best strategy." He then tightened Qian Qing's belt.

"You are not allowed to cry for him." Yang Shizhong wiped away Han Ling's tears and said somewhat jealously. How could he not be angry or jealous that his own wife was crying for another man and even hugging him? Damn it, this girl belonged to him, Yang Shizhong, didn't she?

The three crystal skulls were considered tough, but they had nearly been crushed to death by the formation earlier. If the gourd above their heads hadn't protected them at the most critical moment, they likely would have died within the array.

He had asked Wandu and Liuyun; in their worlds, they knew nothing of the Heavenly Dao stele, nor of the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

It seemed that in his previous life, he had reached the highest level an average expert could attain, but that was all it was.

Some who had experienced a particularly terrible ordeal suddenly turned pale.

Lü Donglin fled for a while, only to find that there was no way forward. Desperate, he turned to look at the Heavenly Blade Peak Master, who was slowly following, his expression turning icy cold.