Volume One, Chapter 48: The Person I Am Now Is Beyond Your Reach!

"Heh heh..."
"Mr. Zhang, are you still half asleep?"
"You know, with my current status, I don't need anyone to prop me up—I can make money on my own!"
"Why should I come back and slave away for you?"
"If you don't want the breach penalty, then I'll just take it! If it comes to a lawsuit, I don’t mind giving it back to you!" Wang Junjie could not be bothered to waste words with him.
"Alright then, Junjie. Now that you’re famous, you’ve gotten quite the attitude!"
"But don’t forget, a small company can only offer so much room for growth. What we can give you, they simply can’t!"
"While you’re still popular and drawing attention, at least you can make another fortune, don’t..."
"Of course, otherwise how could I possibly have performed a craniotomy on the patient?" Lin Weiwei replied.
When that time comes, if a land connection between Lanka and our country is established, and maritime routes are also firmly controlled, there may truly be a chance for us to break through the island chain and stride onto the world stage.
Yan Xu held three aces; in front of another boss who had already folded was an ace, and if one more ace turned up, there would be five aces on the table.
With a cold, sharp glance exchanged, they pressed off with their feet, bodies shooting into the air, leaving behind only a few sturdy tree trunks swaying slightly.
"They were after me to begin with, so how could I blame Master? The fact that Master shielded me from the Five Tigers Sect is more than enough," Chen Yu offered words of comfort.
The Sixfold Spirit Art is a supreme and mysterious ancient cultivation technique, its creator unknown, perhaps an ancient deity.
"Yes, Comrade Commander, what we anticipated is very likely to happen within half a month. It would be best to initiate all plans now," Chen Hao said.

"I have many shortcomings, which perhaps you haven't noticed, but I am fully aware. If not for all the magical treasures I possess and the peculiarity of my cultivation method, to be honest, my actual combat ability is utterly mediocre. I’m not belittling myself, that’s just the truth," Chen Hao admitted.
"So, the Flying Ghoul tribe dares act so arrogantly!" Tracing Heaven’s face was grim as he cursed.
Yet she still loved to drink Gou Kui. Gou Kui, though somewhat bitter, excelled at refreshing the mind and replenishing energy. In her leisure, Hua Yue would collect dewdrops from the tea buds and save them to brew tea. Tea made with this rootless water, after three infusions, became purer and more fragrant, a method her mother had loved most in her lifetime.
This was why he grew so weak. Seeing this, she could only shake her head. She felt sorry for Xiao Yan, but for now she could not intervene.
All omens in heaven and earth were suspect; the Divine Realm was in turmoil. The Ninefold Heavens, home to immortals, with the Supreme Palace resplendent and majestic—walls paved with gold bricks, windows of glazed glass, doors of jade. The plaque shone gold, inscribed with the characters "Supreme Palace"; golden columns coiled with nine dragons, dragons and phoenixes contending atop the golden-tiled roof.
"After Lord Guan Jun inherited the title, the marquis’ residence was greatly expanded. He certainly knows how to enjoy life. By the way, how is Guan Yuhan doing?" Guan Yuhan’s life was no longer in danger; Louling City would not find it easy to detoxify her. Seeing the lofty and magnificent Lord Guan Jun’s mansion today, she felt she understood Guan Yuhan a little better.
"Indeed, for a hundred miles west of Kading City it’s dense forest, home to many spirit beasts. For these spirit herbs, the beasts also have great use," Zhou Tian agreed.
Perhaps it was the mysterious mirror’s increased capabilities—now he could appraise jadeite. He could even "see" the distribution of color within the ancient jade, which was quite even and free from destructive flaws, greatly enhancing its beauty.
"I don’t quite see it that way. I actually think Mu Yi will win. Don’t ask me why—I just have a feeling," Han Lingzi shrugged at her friend’s puzzled gaze.
The only downside was the exhaustion, but even that wasn’t so bad—the feeling of his own combat strength now, compared to before he possessed the Flame Array, was worlds apart.
"Yanran, even though Seven Kill’s tone is infuriating, I think what he said makes some sense. Either way, let’s go in and see first. Ziling, get ready," after considering Seven Kill’s words, he surprisingly found himself agreeing.
As for the others—Chu He’s father, Chu Wu and Chu Shuang—they were but decorations, not to mention Chu Dabao, the eldest grandson with little presence. After all, Chu He’s brilliance outshone everyone.
"Ask me a question," Han Yin replied to Yao Jia, without giving a yes or no.
The two elders could only watch the youngsters argue from the side, not daring to intervene lest their child be harmed; even if Jin’er was not their own, they treated her as their own flesh and blood.
Just then, Tom, who had been rigid and motionless, suddenly moved. His hand clamped down like a steel trap, gripping Boros’ finger and shaking it up, down, left, and right in a surprisingly intimate handshake.
Xia Yuxi felt helpless, but since everyone meant well, she was still happy to finish her meal.

She had once asked her mother why she insisted on tinkering with such things rather than simply serving as a military advisor.
Winter had come, and filming in Jinghua had wrapped up—at least, Han Jiujie’s scenes had.
Waving his hand, Jiang Chengxuan explained, "After these days together, I consider us friends—there’s no need for such formalities." The more friends, the more opportunities; a principle in business. Even fair-weather friends can sometimes be of use.
The Ice Lion Beast is a hybrid of illusion beast and spirit beast, possessing the traits of both but unable to reproduce on its own. It is fierce and violent, with a history of attacking its masters.
Seeing he had no intention of returning to his room, Shi Yu realized his mind was still on Xin’er, and thought, even if his attitude toward her had changed, he still would not willingly keep her company as before.
Dick walked to the side of the corridor and marked a circle on the wall with the spent end of his torch, indicating the path he had come.
Yang Kou Si was experienced; perhaps not as talented as Ah P, but certainly more consistent in performance.
Their opponent was formidable, with endless tricks, well-suited to the qualities of a Qi Cultivator.
So affectionate, Meng Tang glanced at the progress bar—still at forty-six. After last night’s efforts, it hadn’t budged; Chu Yi was truly heartless.
Wan Qiu snuggled up beside Chu Yigui, sinking into a soft pillow, leaning against him.
When Bang saw these jokes online, tears streamed down the face of a two-hundred-pound man.
She couldn’t help but study the transparent ghost before her—the ghost youth was truly handsome, seventeen or eighteen, pure and warm, easily a candidate for school heartthrob.
At the end of the fitting room was a pristine, sparkling mirror, far different from the half-length and dressing mirrors in Ning Qiaozhen’s rental. This one was vast, bright, and reflected a world reversed within its glass.
He leapt several times atop the wall, finally making it over, searched for a good while, found a few spare parts, stuffed them into his sleeve, tied the cuff tight with a band, and laboriously climbed back the way he had come.