Volume 1, Chapter 45: You Are Destined for a Life of Hardship and Poverty

With a slick reverse maneuver and a roar of the engine, the Santana’s signature checkered taillights slowly vanished into the night sky.

At this moment, the hall masters smacked their lips, their faces turning dry. Such astonishing talent could rival even the monstrous prodigies among the inner-disciples.

"Roar!" The giant lizard let out a victorious hiss, the stench from its maw making Chen Jing, standing not far away, feel like retching.

"What?" This time, it wasn't just Wan Heng; every cultivator present, including Zi Yu, stared at Jiang Yi in astonishment. It seemed as if they hadn't heard his words clearly. Unifying the entire southern region—was such a thing something to be said so casually?

"Ling Feng, you bastard, you will die a horrible death!" The old man in green robes had bloodshot eyes, cursing incessantly.

"May I ask, Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, what brings you to see me?" Shen Yu picked up the tea beside her, took a sip, and looked at Mr. Zhang as she asked.

Once the buttons were undone, she began to take off Hu Cheng’s shirt, though her movements were clumsy, as if she had never done such a thing before.

Facing He Xi, a fourth-stage Condensation Realm expert, Ye Feng was forty percent sure he could kill him; even if he failed, he could still escape safely. But against a ninth-stage powerhouse, Ye Feng had no chance of winning.

The Yun-Die Mountain Range is vast, several times larger than the area behind the secondary academy in Da-Ye City. Even for a late-stage Heaven-rank powerhouse, crossing the range would take nearly two hours, and if they were entangled by spirit beasts along the way, that time would increase significantly.

For Jiang Yi, the amount of spirit stones spent here was truly meaningless. Regardless of whether it was much or little, as long as he could purchase this speed-coffin, it would be enough. After all, the southern region would be his sooner or later.

Looking at Brother Sheng, I was filled with mixed emotions. Honestly, should I despise this man before me, or pity him? Or perhaps, both.

Li Hui reminded Chu Xiu at the right moment that the sky was a hazy gray; volcanic ash had almost blanketed the entire island, and lava was steadily encroaching on their position.

Could not even the fall of the Dark Elf Empire clear their stubborn minds? Did they still think this was a thousand years ago?

When bragging, Yu Zhi-Qian didn't skip a beat, his face didn't flush, and he didn't look like he was lying at all, speaking as if it were the absolute truth.

Three years ago, I met Wei'er; two years ago, we got engaged; one year ago, we finally walked down the aisle.

Li Hui’s Gauss pistols fired in rapid succession, bullets bursting blood from the Pursuer's body, yet they couldn't penetrate it. When Li Hui raised his hand to aim at the creature's head, it blocked the blow with its left arm and charged fiercely at him.

By nightfall, Lu Yan had reached Luo-Bei Peak. Turning past the ridge, the base camp lay below.

The other Deputy General, Wu, had been handpicked by Zheng Xiu. He was ordered to enter the city to manage the citizens, but they had all become like birds startled by a bow, running everywhere in panic. Finding it impossible to calm them, he could only exaggerate, claiming that Yuan-Zhou City had fallen, and ordered the soldiers to drive everyone toward the north gate.

"If you dare, accept it. If not, get lost." Mu Xia gave a faint, mocking laugh. She had backed down time and again, hoping for healthy competition.

Before Lin Mu, the others had only produced a "thud" sound when striking the great drum, but when Lin Mu struck it, it produced a thunderous "boom" that resonated in the depths of one's soul.

I could only smile bitterly, stroke Qing-Xue’s silver hair, and go to the kitchen to find a bag of bread to eat. I had to fill my stomach before sleeping, or else it would be uncomfortable.

...In the end, what should have been a heartwarming fetal heart monitor session completely ruined what was supposed to be a cozy night for the two of them. They spent the entire night in restless turmoil, and early the next morning, Qiao An-Ming took Du Ruo to Zhou Lang’s hospital.

At that moment, Xu Jin-Lang realized what jealousy was. Even when facing Mo Jing-Yuan, who had similar conditions and was even slightly superior in some aspects, he hadn't felt this way. Yet, this simple-minded brute made him experience this unfamiliar emotion.

"No problem, feel free to test me. I will never let you down." Zhang Yuan said with a confident look.

Sister Mei naturally wouldn't miss any chance for gossip, so she moved her chair and leaned right in front of Du Ruo.

After saying that, I turned my head and asked the nanny to take Nao-Nao upstairs for a bath, ignoring Chen Jie’s ugly expression.

"Leave it to me." Qin Shao stood up, said this to Ye Qing-Cheng, and then walked out.

When Qiao An-Ming went out to buy dinner and asked what she wanted, she didn't even think about it, directly demanding seafood.

A knock sounded on the door. Minato Namikaze spoke instinctively, and only when he looked up did he realize Su Nan had already walked in.

"Since everyone is here today, let's lay everything out on the table." The old man, gray-haired and gaunt but resolute, spoke up. Ao Wen-Tian lifted his eyelids and let out a grunt.

"Azure Dragon Ascends!" The old man of wood shouted. In an instant, his body released an immensely powerful wood-origin energy, forming an illusory azure dragon before him.

Tang Yu-Long vigilantly rolled off the bed. With a tap of his toes, he flew to the door. With a hooked hand, he subdued the intruder. In his urgency, Tang Yu-Long resorted to his martial arts.

In Happy Manor, the most beloved feature was the hot spring. The water could heal illnesses, which alone attracted many people. As space below was limited, Zhang Niu specially built a house in front of the cave entrance, requiring people to register before heading down to the springs.

The next day, Lei Ding arrived at the Old Di King’s tent early in the morning, weeping and wailing, apologizing for his rudeness and shallow understanding the day before, and begging for the Old Di King’s forgiveness.

The pirates disembarked from their ship one after another, and in no time, the small open space outside the defensive formation was packed.

"Crown Prince, I can't go on. I won't be able to follow you to glory anymore." A smile appeared on Fei Lian’s face—very forced, very strained.

He-Lian Rong folded her hands at her waist and curtsied slightly. Just as she was about to bow, she saw a maid behind Lady Wu bring over a cushion and place it in front of her.

"It's late. It's already six o'clock!" Yan Feng looked at Li Tian and said, then took off Li Tian’s overcoat and hung it on the rack. I don't know what happened in the last few days, but the temperature in Beijing dropped suddenly, forcing Li Tian to take out the overcoat he had already packed away and wear it again.