Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Supreme Realm of Confucianism, The Flourishing of Sword Intent

"Are you all right? You look terrible. Would you like to borrow some foundation to cover it up?" Her concern felt so insincere. Qianqian shook her head slightly, then stepped back and said, "I'm leaving now, please excuse me." A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she turned to walk away.

Jian Lixing waited with Mo Wanqing outside the operating room where Mo Wanxin was being treated. He stared up at the light above the door, his heart heavy with immense guilt and self-reproach.

Still, when he thought about the fact that she was carrying two, it was only natural that she would be a bit heavier than others. In any case, after the birth, losing forty pounds—if not fifty—would be quite normal.

What was rare was that she didn't even blush. After spending so much time with him, Fengguang had started to become thick-skinned herself.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a dark current flickered in the man’s deep eyes, and he lowered his gaze, lost in thought.

She had been bold enough to crawl into his bed in the dark, only to lose her nerve and flee, which was quite pathetic.

As for Jian Mingchao, she no longer had any expectations or hopes for him. Her only hope was placed entirely in her son, Jian Lixing; she simply wanted him to have a better life.

The blood transfusion surgery was a success, and the medical staff immediately moved her into an ambulance to return to the hospital for the final procedure.

Every value was dozens, if not hundreds, of times above the normal range; some were even at levels that threatened her very life.

Arriving downstairs, he called Yan Anxing, Nan Lichuan, and Chu Yucheng to go to a bar, where he drank away his sorrows.

But Situ Haoyu was not a man whose true intentions could be easily read if he didn't want them to be. Even as Cheng Lingzhi watched until her eyes grew tired, she still couldn't tell if Situ Haoyu had truly just woken up or if he was merely pretending.

Although Wen Dengke did not want to develop anything specific with You Baochou, he still felt it necessary to maintain a polite and responsive attitude toward her.

Nangong Yunyao gasped upon hearing this and shook his head, feeling that it was unlikely to be found in the Xuanshan hunting grounds; otherwise, it would not have remained unpicked for so long.

Thinking of this, Cong Huifang drove home, smiling with extra joy at the sight of her parents. Cong Jiaxin was sitting on the sofa watching the news; when he saw her walk in, he called out to the kitchen, asking Lin Ran to prepare dinner for her.

Since Zheng Xichen's birthday, they hadn't seen Chen Jun and the others. Two more months had passed, and the crisp, cool season of autumn had arrived, finally ending the long, scorching summer. As the anniversary of Qiao Bin's father's death was approaching, Chen Jun planned to accompany him to pay his respects.

Learning that the members of the twelve factions had dispersed, Jiang Xiao was quite satisfied. However, just as he intended to depart from the Chaos Continent, he was delayed by an unexpected event, and he was forced to stay.

However, because the wealthy Master Wang had given away three hundred acres of farmland, the servant who received the land no longer intended to keep the steward. Three hundred acres was neither a lot nor a little, but it was certainly manageable on his own, so there was no need to hire a sub-steward.

The man who remained hidden was the Master of the Reincarnation Palace. His entire body was shrouded in a strange aura, making it impossible to discern his appearance. His cultivation was so profound that even in the eyes of Jiang Xiao, who was speeding away from Hongmeng in his flying shuttle, the shock had not yet faded.

Fortunately, his classmates were all busy in their own rooms and paid him no mind. Quan Shufang breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt too embarrassed to stay at the inn. He decided to go out to avoid the spotlight, hoping that by the time he returned in the evening, everyone would have forgotten what Fu Guibao had said.

As soon as Jiang Xiao obliterated the two Winged People and reached out to retrieve the Innate Apple Tree, a purple bolt of lightning, millions of miles long, struck him squarely on the forehead from the heavens.

Lin Jingqi reached out and gave it a light turn. The person inside the dial was anxious, but finally, the pointer stopped on a car.

The other guests looked at one another. Some stepped up to help her up, while others pulled her away, but no one spoke a word in her defense.

If the Uchiha clan knew that their clan’s Sharingan was being used by others as a disposable consumable, they would surely be driven to madness.

With the help of Jinfu, Lu Ruotian put on his brocade jacket, tied his belt, and fastened his hair. Looking into the bronze mirror, he looked every bit like a general.

The next moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes and began to pluck the guitar strings, singing a low, distant song.

"What kind of joke are you making? This necklace of mine..." Li Mei hadn't finished her sentence when she suddenly remembered something of great importance, and the rest of her words stuck in her throat.

The mechanical orthocone waved its ten long steel tentacles, lashing out like a storm at the direwolves that dared to approach.

The elders who had previously found the Third Elder's words reasonable suddenly realized the truth and began to echo him in unison.

Zhou Xuan did not know that the people of the Hidden Leaf Village were discussing renaming the Wind Valley. At that very moment, he was looking for a geomantically auspicious site for Madara.

He should find a way to invest more to ensure his absolute control was secure.

The Empress Dowager clearly could not make the decision in this matter. If she truly felt pity for Gongshu Tingyue, she could only try to whisper into Gongshu Yanyu's ear; as for whether he would change his mind, that remained unknown.

Li Fan looked utterly defeated as he braced himself to accept the two scrolls and saw the Ministry of Personnel official to the door.

These were seeds of law planted by the sages who wielded the laws of thunder hundreds of thousands of years ago. Even if he had absorbed a significant amount of spiritual energy from this world, it would be no less in quality than the spiritual energy of the Ziwei Continent.