Volume 1, Chapter 31: His Heart Ached for Her

I waited with Su Ying at the entrance of the residential complex for over an hour.

She chatted with me aimlessly, mostly probing for the latest news about Shen Yixiao and me. When I replied that everything was fine, a trace of sarcasm and schadenfreude flickered in her eyes.

"Why don't you give your friend a call?" I said, growing impatient.

"Forget it, they probably aren't coming out tonight. I'll take you somewhere else." Su Ying took my hand and walked toward the roadside.

We hopped into a taxi and headed to the place she mentioned.

We arrived at a lounge bar, and Su Ying excitedly pointed to a man on stage holding a guitar. "His name is Qin Ye, a name..."

Of course, reaching such a level of artistic conception is a once-in-a-century occurrence; even for a genius in martial arts, it is difficult to achieve without twenty or thirty years of tempering.

The Sun Flare exploded instantly, unleashing a terrifying wave of heat. Even Long Chaoyang, dozens of meters away, felt the violent rush of air, which still radiated warmth.

Just then, two illusory figures slowly emerged from the white mist and stood before them.

The cave dwelling was located in the heart of the island, quite a distance from the beach. Moreover, the towering trees and dense canopy blocked out the sun, making the environment increasingly dim.

Yin Caixue’s face lit up with joy, her eyes filled with sweetness as she looked at Xi Yue. So, A-Yue did care about her; he would surely punish this insolent canary severely.

Leng Nongyue wrapped her arms tightly around him. She had never dared to hope that anyone would see that character, yet at the very last moment, she had written it—and to her surprise, he had seen it.

A customer asked Chen Hanbiao directly; as a waiter at this barbecue stall, he was the most familiar face to the patrons.

The situation was actually quite grave. The military power of the Nixhuang Base in Qihai City was in the hands of Lin Haixuan, and without orders from the higher-ups, he could not mobilize it on his own.

Fang Xiaoyu seemed to have fallen into some kind of obsession, constantly rambling about how selfish and vile Tang Mingxuan was.

At this moment, Luo Ling’s face was deathly pale. His life force was flickering weakly, and his spiritual energy was almost non-existent; he looked like a dried-up corpse drained of all blood.

"Nonsense!" Yun Hemei cried out on the spot. This was absolutely impossible; how could the bracelet her aunt gave her be made of glass?

The haggard, pale faces and the blood-stained wounds ignited a burning rage in Nan Xiang’s heart.

"Sigh, this matter is indeed difficult. Even if I were to handle it, this amount of money would be a stretch. These villagers have pinpointed our weaknesses; it won't be easy to negotiate," Old Master Ma said.

She had never seen a real emerald before, so she had no way to compare, but since it was such a vibrant green jade, she couldn't afford to miss it under any circumstances.

Meanwhile, on the other two battlefields, Yang Chenwu had severely wounded Situ Wushui, who then jumped into the moat and vanished. As for Ling Xiao’s side, Mu Xuan had defeated Zhao He, though Mu Xuan had also sustained some injuries.

Is he messing with me? Fine, let's keep this up. I won't say a word, just stare at him with a straight face. After all, this man can't sit here with me forever.

To outsiders, Old Lady Dong was a lonely widow who had no children, as all of hers had passed away. However, through the machinations of Old Master Gu, a "substitute" was used to successfully protect the illegitimate son he had with Old Lady Dong.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. Looking back at the statue of Pangu, a smile appeared on its face—something that wasn't there before—and the oppressive aura that had previously emanated from Pangu had vanished.

Ou Long sneered and said, "Of course I recognize you. This morning, you brought people to wreck our Six Doors' turf; how could I not recognize you? Wouldn't you agree?"

Ximen Jinlian, Ning Cuiqin, and the others turned around to see Qin Hao supporting Yun Jia as they walked in. When they saw Ximen Jinlian and Zhan Bai, both sides were visibly taken aback.

Everyone went silent; the scene was so quiet it was startling. A bib number was tied to an athlete's honor; once surrendered, Li Changjun would likely never work in the sports industry again. This was a massive loss for Li Changjun and Fudan University.

"This will take at least two or three days. Have you forgotten my time back then? Don't be like this; if Fanfan wakes up and sees you like this, she will be sad," Feier added.

However, just as he waited in anticipation for Liu Feifei to take his hand and leave with him...

I shone my flashlight over, and sure enough, it was Old Tang rowing across the water. When he reached the bank, he waved at me.

Tu Shan Yaya hadn't even reacted yet. After all, it hadn't even been ten minutes back and forth; had this so-called "ultimate boss" really been finished off?

Of course not. This was only the first blow. Shortly after, Sun Lu, who was suspended in mid-air, began waving the Phoenix Blade in her hand, weaving a vast net composed of supernatural energy in front of her.

But would the government go bankrupt because of this? In Meng Jiucheng's view, it would not. At the very least, after repeated calculations by the officials, the conclusion was that it could be sustained.

However, something even more bizarre occurred: these three azure birds soared through the air but failed to injure a single monster. It was as if the monsters had anticipated it, dodging the impact and bypassing the three of them instead.

Zhai Xiying stripped off his ink-colored silk robe, revealing his strong physique once more.

"Truly, having a good disciple is like the ancestral graves of the Wang family emitting green smoke!" Xiao Hua scratched his head, feeling very envious.

"Such powerful hidden weapons!" The two men in black turned pale after blocking Ye Xian’s two blades, as they had nearly failed to deflect his throwing knives.

The next day, after school, the department that was nominally the "Blade and Sword Club" but actually just a place to slack off was visited once again.

Sighing in frustration, Ying Xiangzhi beckoned. No matter how troublesome it was, it had to be done; they couldn't just remain trapped in the Underworld.

His gaze rested in the distance, on the palace built atop the massive white jade platform at the end of the plaza.

Therefore, Lin Ying felt that this matter could only be explained by good luck. There was no other reason.

Wawa took a deep breath and began to display his limit-breaking speaking speed. Driven by his infectious voice, the audience felt as if they were personally experiencing the tense atmosphere of an impending great battle.

Yet now, in China, a foreign land, Dream's public relations department had displayed a capability that made everyone look on in astonishment.

Ever since stepping into the world of cultivation, he had experienced things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. At first, he maintained a heart of kindness toward others—Cheng Zijin had once said that this mindset was both good and bad—but after several brushes with death, he realized that the cultivation world was entirely different from the world he had known.

Lin Ying found it quite amusing and chuckled. I don't care about you lot; what does it have to do with me if you didn't manage to grab the red envelope?

The space in this porridge shop wasn't very large, with fewer than 80 seats. Fortunately, half of them were tatami-style, and Li Shenxing chose a tatami seat so it would be more convenient for the children to eat their porridge.