Volume 1, Chapter 38: A Perfect Shoulder Throw

"To be eighteen, unmarried, and not even betrothed—in this era, that is truly exceptional," Yulan thought.

To put it plainly, she was a Jinx. Given her attire, her tone, and even the unmasked, blatant smile at the corners of her mouth, any normal person would see her as an absolute lunatic.

Tian Xing was still struggling with how he could have failed to distinguish between a human and a leech. Regardless of whether he admitted it, he knew he would have to study it carefully and, while he was at it, cure the person.

Compared to the glitz and glamour of Mori City, with its flowing wine and endless songs and dances, Su Yu was enduring a nightmare in the canyon from which he would never be able to escape in his lifetime.

Whenever any power is first established, slaughter is inevitable. One way or another, someone has to die; as long as it is not the helpless commoners below, nothing else really matters.

Coming to the capital of Longyin was certainly a path filled with thorns and danger. Sometimes, Yuan Yuesha could not help but feel a sense of despondency in her heart.

Feeling for the hairpin on her head, she aimed it precisely at the candle flame. The light went out, the bed curtains were drawn, and the air in the room grew increasingly stifling.

As for his appearance, Zhu Xu was certainly not the handsome type; his looks were quite ordinary—neither ugly nor striking.

A moment later, the maids and nurses, having heard her scream, swarmed in. Seeing Zhao Qingyan collapsed on the floor with her left cheek covered in blood, they were terrified out of their wits and began to shriek in panic.

Madam Li and Li Minxuan were both in the room at the time; the old lady was frantic with worry over Li Chenxuan’s poisoning.

Without waiting to see how their pursuers were scrambling in confusion, Ji Wei took Xiao Yingfeng out of the hospital, hailed a taxi, and sped away.

But was it truly a soul fragment of Qingyin, or was it something birthed from Mingchen’s own obsession? Who could say for sure?

The assessment ended, and the restrictions of the Shanhai Forest were lifted. As they waited briefly at the edge of the canyon, several immortal cranes were seen flying in from the distance.

Only by giving her time to vent the sorrow in her heart—after she had cried for a while—would she begin to feel better.

It was no wonder Qingertei hadn't arrived yet; she was probably so mortified that such a thing had happened at her maternal home that she couldn't face her. How could she have the nerve to show her face?

She blinked, looking at the familiar Garfield mural on the ceiling. Turning her head, she saw Ye Weilan slumped by the side of the bed, fast asleep, with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

During the arrest following a tip-off, a gay man was rescued from the scene. His physique and appearance bore a striking resemblance to Shao Xinli, the former image ambassador of the Baling Police Department. When rescued, the man was on the verge of death, bleeding profusely, and two golf balls were later removed from his body at the hospital.

Yue Mingyan decided it was a waste of time to explain; the IQs of these people were simply not on the same level as his. No matter how much he said, it would be useless.

She had originally wanted to stay in Class One because it had the best resources, and having made that declaration, she felt compelled to stay. But now that her strength was recognized and she was even considering skipping grades, she didn't care anymore, especially since the students in Class One had always kept their distance from her.

The glowing object circled Jiang Zicheng repeatedly before landing in his left hand. Strangely, the moment he made contact with it, Jiang Zicheng seemed to inflate, suddenly regaining a plump, flesh-and-blood physique.

This day was also a major holiday in the parallel dimension. As a nation with an ancient heritage that had never suffered severe devastation, the various taboos associated with this day had been passed down as well. It could be said that this was the quietest day of the year over there.

His attention returned to the present. Beyond the onlookers who were finally recovering from the oppression and beginning to retreat, Yang Chong watched the motionless, black-robed, masked figure, his heart filled with extreme anxiety.

For the sake of the trade fair and to build momentum for the future, Li Ping had gone to great lengths—distributing invitations widely and contacting television stations to provide live coverage.

Bai Yi, busy flipping the vegetables, hadn't noticed the movement at the main gate. In peaceful times, at home, she wasn't in the habit of constantly observing her surroundings—especially since she was currently completely absorbed in the steaming pot.

"Sisi, shouldn't we grab more food?" Guo Qu asked, clutching a handful of shopping bags, his heart filled with worry.

Before he could react, he felt a breeze brush over his head. With a sharp hiss, the zombie that had been struggling violently beside him went still and collapsed heavily. Still gripping the knife handle, he was yanked forward, stumbling and nearly face-planting into the rotting flesh.

"Fede! How did you end up being sent to transport the grain?" The young and handsome Rashad hadn't been seen for days, and his armor bore several dents, suggesting he had already been involved in quite a few fierce battles.

Song Yulong, trapped in this sea of fire, didn't perceive everything clearly, but he realized there was something extraordinary about it. Coupled with Tang Ling’s unintentional mention of the power of the laws of heaven and earth, he understood the importance of this opportunity.

"Well then, Old Village Chief, we’ll be heading off now. Just give us a shout if you need anything." The five agricultural technicians bid the old man farewell and left the peach orchard.

Lin Daiyu looked at her, and Tanchun, thinking she was about to tease her again, was just about to explain. However, she noticed Daiyu didn't say anything; her face was filled with admiration as she nodded slightly.

"Prepare to die, Gabriel! You won't have another chance to go back!" Yang Xie raised the jade vase in his hand, aiming it directly at Gabriel.

It happened to be the New Year, and news regarding the preparations for the Spring Festival Gala was the headline every day, especially regarding the guest performers, who were the primary focus of the media.

No matter how powerful you are—even if you are a living, invincible overlord—you have to think twice before acting in front of the Zhenyu Academy.

It was these people who attacked Xiao Fan first. Now that Xiao Fan was killing them, there was nothing improper about it. Surely, they couldn't expect to be allowed to attack Xiao Fan while he was forbidden from fighting back?

Jia Liyu certainly wouldn't give up so easily. By today, there was no turning back. If he were to return to the real world as a big shot in his current state, he wouldn't be happy. Moreover, this retreat would cause a flaw in his soul, making it practically impossible to achieve any success in the field of cultivation in the future.