Volume One, Chapter 85: Younger Brother

"Unless Teacher Guo is willing to forgive you, but we all saw it—you actually tried to molest Teacher Guo!"

Guo Qingqing stood frozen on the spot. She hurriedly checked her clothes and found that two buttons had come undone; she stamped her foot in anger.

Mr. Benz clicked his tongue in admiration and began to clap enthusiastically—his eyes held nothing but the fervor of a magician for new tricks, studying the floating umbrella intently, occasionally glancing at Lin Huan’s hand movements.

In this state of high alert, on edge for ten more days, when everyone's patience was running thin—even Wang herself began to doubt whether this persistence was in vain—Yang Xuchen finally opened his eyes, slowly and quietly.

Lin Huan rushed to catch the last bus and hurried to the hospital again. At the entrance, he saw Xia Mo waving to him from the dusk, standing alone.

"Indeed, I have thought about that," Xia Qi nodded, admitting Jessia’s guess.

"Um, Lin Huan, who is this—?" Qinghua didn't know the relationship between Xixiao and Xia Mo, and she wouldn't let her friend be bullied in front of her, so she had to ask first.

"Her family has a paralyzed father, a timid and useless mother, and a good-for-nothing younger brother! Not just her parents—even going back eighteen generations, there's no one in her family who knows medicine!" Long Tianwei said.

After helping his grandfather inside, Zhou Zekai introduced Tang Bingyu, who sat on the bed, to his grandfather.

He had originally wanted to give Yun Mengluo some time, to wait until her feelings for Chu Ning faded before confessing his own, but Yun Mengluo instead asked him to help that man! So, in a moment of desperation, he had kissed Yun Mengluo.

After disposing of the python’s corpse and storing the meat and other materials in his ring, it was already evening when everyone returned to camp. Only then did Xia Qi finally have a chance to speak with Will alone. Yet, when they met, Will didn’t mention the events of the day’s battle.

After a long wait, Yang Xian took a box from a nearby cabinet and placed the now-cooled elixir from the bronze plate inside.

"Princess, I’m not late, am I?" Someone slipped nimbly through the window with a cheerful smile, her lovely face flushed from the heat.

Wang Meng had many low-grade spiritual tools to deal with, and he also needed flame stones; exchanging a low-grade flying sword for a flame stone would be ideal for both sides.

She had thought she could leave after changing clothes, but the outfit seemed to be working against her—the more anxious she grew, the harder it was to put on, until she cursed aloud in frustration.

Seeing Sun Ce wounded, Taishi Ci could no longer stand by; wielding a pair of short halberds, he rushed to help.

Earlier, upon learning that Liu Bei had betrayed Cao Cao and seized control of Xuzhou, he’d sent men to pledge allegiance, but seeing Cao Cao’s dominance, he then deliberately switched sides.

If Chu Qiu gave in, Zhao would succeed; with company resources, even if he couldn't topple her right away, he could humiliate and torment her slowly.

Song Anning looked up—the man was indeed highly skilled, already a mid-level Spirit Emperor, and sure enough, wore a high-ranking mercenary medal around his neck, its intricate design far more impressive than the simple pattern on the junior medals they wore.

The café was in the city center, just a street away from the parliament building. However, entering the building required identification clearance. Song Chang’an had tried several times in secret, but her so-called captain’s credentials were useless—any attempt to enter triggered the alarm.

Though skilled in cooking, he had never made steamed buns before. He didn’t even like to eat them, so naturally, he’d never learned how.

"After all, you’ve known each other for years. She was once your fiancée, and you shared so many memories." Those memories could never be erased by anyone, and Tang Xin certainly lacked the power to alter them.

Those who desire something are the easiest to use. As long as he could provide what they wanted, their loyalty was assured—at least until they got what they were after.

The soul body’s right palm had just fallen when the left rose again. At that moment, Ye Linfeng could only flee—if he didn’t, he would die.

Thus, Yang Ming mentioned the star-making plan to Liu Xinsheng, telling him not to worry; only then did Liu Xinsheng leave with peace of mind.

Ling Tianyu roared and struggled in fury. Surrounded by evil energy, bound tightly, he grew ever more enraged, thrashing madly to try and break the shackles of sand dragons that coiled around him.

After hearing Liu Dong’s words, the middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with suspicion, clearly uncertain of Liu Dong’s background. Moreover, Liu Dong’s mask made it impossible for him to glean any useful information.

The already dilapidated roof seemed to be lifted by a huge invisible hand. With a thunderous crash of fire and light, it burst into flames and was soon burning fiercely.

Before the grand and imposing Peacock Dynasty Temple, a massive blue-gray pillar suddenly rose.

Unfortunately, a recruitment ad had made Chinese soldiers the most beloved figures in society, and now the entire military would never let their "benefactor" suffer or fall victim to intrigue. Naturally, the national television station dared not resort to tricks against Phoenix TV or Yang Ming himself.

Everyone had thought the next target of the Shadow World would be America, but so far, not a single agent had appeared on American soil.

"I’ve heard there’s a new master in the martial world," the disciples of Cloud Palace chatted in groups during their break.

Taking graceful steps, Yangqin slowly walked to the side and picked up the incense burner. Wisps of blue smoke were inhaled through her nose and mouth, and a look of pleasure spread across her face.

Su Xingchen observed the process of transformation. At first, the subject was no more than an ordinary person, but within a minute, he had reached the level of a post-natal martial artist.

While he hesitated, a powerful wooden flame attack nearly struck from behind. Sensing doom, he twisted with uncanny agility, tumbling forward just as Mu Yan’s strike barely grazed his back and crashed into the humanoid figure ahead with a thunderous boom.

An admiral clenched his fists in anger, but with Aokiji and the others already gone, he could only withdraw reluctantly.

"What I desire is to engage in battle with opponents of equal skill, to sense their energy and achieve enlightenment," continued the Eastern Master.

The dream was unchanged for months—an endless darkness, everything shrouded in fog, nothing clearly visible. The only thing she could see was her eldest sister, approaching with a twisted expression, clutching an iron pipe she must have wrenched from the bed.