Volume One, Chapter 36: Su Tingxue's Willfulness

Mother Su was so furious that she felt dizzy, her head spinning with rage. She stormed up to those women and demanded, “Stop spouting nonsense! My daughter is not that kind of person!”
“We're not making things up,” one of the women retorted. “Everyone in the unit saw it with their own eyes—they were embracing each other. How can that be false?”
“I say it's because your family lacks proper values that you raised such a shameless girl!” another chimed in.
“You can't deny it—your eldest daughter is lovely and well-mannered, but the younger one must be spoiled rotten. She's even gone after her own brother-in-law! The men in the unit all say the two are inseparable, barely stopping short of kissing in public!”
“Lies! These are all lies!” Mother Su shouted, grabbing a brick from the roadside...

“You...” Long Yan’s adorable, fair face turned uncontrollably red once more, this time even more fiercely than before. She felt as if the heat from her cheeks could fry an egg.
At that moment, the soldiers at the front stopped abruptly. In front of them, nearly a thousand ferocious, blood-red demons barred their way.
In her previous life, she had known that Ran Min was always a man of passion. But when that passion was turned toward her, she found herself utterly unable to remain calm.
A blood-curdling scream erupted from the second floor of the tavern. Gu Chen looked up to see a burly man in gray hurled out from above, crashing down right toward him.
Liu Chenyang spoke slowly: “By now, the Dao family stronghold must also know that our Liu village has someone like you.”
“Second Lieutenant Sun, where are you all headed? To H City?” Renault asked, gazing at the city among the clouds on the horizon.

Nangong Ping’er listened in utter confusion, unable to grasp what He Qingfan was saying—it was as if none of it was meant for her ears.
Yan Liang’s ghost-headed broadsword was shattered by a casual flick of Gu Chen’s finger. Before Yan Liang could even register his shock, Gu Chen had grabbed him, tossed him into the air, seized his throat with one hand and his leg with the other, and then kicked upward with his right leg.
The monarchs weighed their options over and over—dreadfully so. After days of mental exhaustion, they still could not decide. Should they attend the Great Zhou’s wedding? What if they died there? But if they refused, their nations would be doomed. None of them had slept well; each was on the verge of collapse.
Where there was once laughter and playfulness, now Yun’er, always cheerful and endearing, lay on the bed in pain, her eyes half-closed, breathing heavily—so pitiful that Jiang Chengce’s heart ached for her.
Taylor unscrewed the scanner probe from the top of the research table. Starshadow yanked off the monitor he’d planned to separate from the instruments at the table’s edge. Shi Wu simply carted all the equipment to the wall; if the research table hadn’t been welded to the floor, they’d have moved that too.
Beneath his feet lay countless demon souls, now howling not with their former wildness, but with submission and terror.
The next day, after agreeing to discuss a project, Jian Zhiyu rose to find Jian Muxi, already dressed in a suit, reading a magazine on the sofa.
Dreams reflect one’s wishes in reality; precisely because she was so different from that boy, she had such a dream, didn’t she?
The black-necked eagle was originally drawn by the scent, but when it spotted the thief who had stolen its egg below, it was utterly enraged and swooped down with a piercing cry. The eagle couldn’t tell exactly who had stolen its egg; to its eyes, all those in camouflage were thieves.
He had earned a spot in this CMO competition—a truly capable student, admired by many math teachers and known as a math prodigy.
Once everyone realized what was happening, they all raised their guns at Qi Dongs, their sheer firepower giving them an overwhelming advantage, even if Qi Dongs was armed as well.
Watching Jian Muxi’s desolate figure enter the living room, Jian Zhiyu could no longer hold back her tears.
Though the others didn’t understand why, seeing both the village head and clan leader so concerned, they too became attentive. Many had come just to watch the spectacle, but in an instant, the crowd surged after them.

It wasn’t until Xiao Tangzhi announced that time was up, and the children cheered, that Yan Shiyue waited another quarter-hour before finally emerging. She stepped into the flower basket that had been prepared outside, and with a whoosh, was lowered to the base of the tower—complete with an elevator.
Zhao Yun’s expression changed abruptly and, raising his spear, he met Ma Chao’s assault, only to be overwhelmed—man and horse alike forced into retreat.
Qin Feng hurriedly swallowed a handful of elixirs to stabilize the chaotic energy within him, but his eyes never left his surroundings; he had no idea where Ling Jiutian had fled.
Bai Zhantang, who had been standing beside Ling Fan, turned to face the grand hall’s doors, clasped his hands in salute, then looked back at Ling Fan.
Ling Fan had felt this oppressive force once before, but then Gu Yun had only been at the Golden Core stage; now, he was at the Nascent Soul stage.
Relying on the restorative power of the Reviving Spirit Pill, Huang Qiyun once again summoned the Spirit Energy Nine-Infant Transforming Spear, which, with nine powerful streams of energy, shot rapidly toward Ye Yuan.
Of course, just like the restriction at the secret realm’s entrance, the “Worlds Apart” technique had been lost for thousands of years. That was why no one had noticed at first—only when they were deeply trapped did they finally realize it.
Next, instead of returning to China, Jun Hao journeyed through Europa to Maro in Italy. His purpose was clear: the Maro Papal Court.
In the dormitory, Anniegill was not confined to bed as the rumors claimed. Instead, she sat in a chair, gently resting her hand on the cradle rail—a pose she deliberately held as she entered meditation, for it was the one her mother most often assumed.
With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Jun Hao immediately understood the polar bear’s situation. To his surprise, this bear had reached the seventh tier. But for Jun Hao, who had already ascended to the Nascent Soul stage, a mere seventh-tier beast was no longer a threat, but rather a treasure trove of spiritual materials.