Volume 1, Chapter 142: Su Tingxue Steals Money

The entire Su family is composed of such selfish wretches; how could Su Tingxue be any different? One hardly needs a paternity test to know the truth.

Inside the inn, Su Tingxue leaned toward Chen Junjie and began to shed tears.

Rong Wanxi felt it would be overly sentimental to dwell on it, so she wiped her face hastily, brought a fresh basin of clear water for the Emperor, and tended to him as he washed his face.

Rong Si sat opposite Rong Jing, his clouded old eyes shimmering with tears that betrayed his utter shock and incomprehension.

After all the tokens had been distributed and the one belonging to Zhu Tianhu had been collected, Elder Shao gritted his teeth and waved his hand listlessly. Led by a group of elders, Xiao Yan and his companions walked directly toward the outer mountains.

As the liquid was injected, Yin Tianpo, who had been relatively calm until then, began to grow agitated. A violent force surged within his body, as if trying to tear him apart and consume his sanity.

"Alas!" Knowing that things had reached this point, there was no use in being sentimental. A few seconds later, Captain Song could only exhale a long, helpless sigh to express his grief.

She would never forget that voice; it was the one that had caused her to lose all face and had killed her Jade-Faced Fox.

Less than five minutes after he sat down, Zhang Jiaze’s phone rang. He picked it up and saw, to his surprise, that it was his wife, Song Yazhu, calling.

The two teachers seemed persuaded by the words of their gossipy, talkative colleague, finding the argument quite reasonable.

The surroundings were pitch black. Everyone kept their heads down, moving forward in silence by the light of their torches, having long since lost track of time. The only sounds nearby were the "crunch, crunch" of bones being crushed underfoot.

Lu Duan fought with ease. The hidden horn atop his head suddenly surged and morphed into various weapons, each strike aimed at the Feather Demon's weak points.

"As for you, Jiang Chen, you are responsible for the herb garden next to the laboratory. From now on, that is where we will cultivate medicinal herbs. You must ensure they all survive and report their medicinal properties and energy values to me." As Ji Zhixi spoke, she pulled a pile of herbs out of her nano-space.

In the firelight, unimaginable phantoms flickered—things even the creatures at the end of the road could not fathom. They were parallel dimensions, illusory possibilities, and timelines that never came to pass, absent from history, yet reflected here in this moment.

An Lan’s throw was known as the "Muni Elephant Toss." Legend has it that in the ancient Nether Era, there was a King Shakyamuni who possessed boundless magical power and was one of the Daoist ancestors of the Sramana lineage.

Zhang Kun’s heart stirred, and he quietly withdrew five parts of his strength. Relying solely on technique, he exerted slight pressure, forcing Lu Lingqi to dodge and weave within a confined space. As the battle intensified, she unleashed every skill she possessed.

"Yes!" Spirit Emperor Zhen Yu walked respectfully to the Demon Lord, bowed his head, and raised his hands high to receive the Hehong Command Token.

Then there was Qiu Yuan, who had received approval to hire a modeler to share his massive workload; progress was steady.

"Let’s go collect crystal cores tomorrow. I want you to regain your human form as soon as possible," Ji Zhixi said.

Yadis nodded in acknowledgment, looking remarkably well-behaved. Ji Zhixi couldn't help but pat his head affectionately.

"My wife is so considerate. How blessed I am to have married such a wonderful woman," Yadis said, flattering her.

Gakuto, however, was clearly not as composed. Let alone him, aside from Otori and Shishido, who maintained serious expressions, almost everyone else around them wore the look of those who knew the game was lost.

From the beginning, the Heavenly Emperor Ye had sensed that there was more than one archaic aura emanating from Zhang Tian, each one more formidable than the last. He had always assumed that Zhang Tian was merely putting on an act.