30. Time-Travel to the Qing Dynasty (30)

Once Zhou Jin provides Blood Elder with a few handy weapons, he will be able to live quite comfortably in the Immortal World, provided he avoids provoking the major powers.

Just as I was preparing to organize another offensive, Huahua was already drooling when a voice suddenly cut in.

He thought about how the tuition for two semesters of his senior year would cost at least three thousand, and he would have to find another way to cover his living expenses.

Finally, Zhou Jin said to the others, "Let Fourth Brother go up!" Once Zhou Jin had spoken, the others stopped arguing, and Xiao Tian prepared to fly onto the stage.

But why? Usually, Yue would give me a mission in advance, and only then would I receive them. Why this time...

Zhou Jin wanted to make a name for himself among the inner disciples and seize the top spot.

Everyone knew that Chu Wu was Lu Chensheng’s personal maid, and no one dared to offend her at such a moment.

It felt as if everything had lost its meaning. Zhang Qin was gone, and I suddenly felt that living was no longer worthwhile. Soul ferryman, returner—I didn't care about any of that anymore. I just wanted to be with her, to stay by her side.

He didn't even care about me, his fiancée of many years. I must have been blind to have pined for this heartless wretch for so long.

Seeing the intersection ahead, Xiao Yunting slammed on the accelerator and surged forward. Due to the inertia, Ruan Ruan’s head struck the side window, and Xiao Yunting’s forehead was left with a red welt.

The terrifying aura contained within the surface of the orb was enough to make any expert attempting to probe its secrets retreat in haste.

"Charge!" Division Commander Tchaikovsky brandished his Cossack saber and led his troops into the fray.

***

However, current technology remains quite primitive. If this were the Cold War era, sonar could accurately pinpoint locations, allowing for torpedo strikes.

The more he experienced it, the more Li Shimin realized the convenience of this well-drilling method. These were all deep wells, and even in years of severe drought, they rarely ran dry. This directly impacted future agricultural yields and the prosperity of the people.

Di Jiang moved all six wings at once, but it was already too late to stop them. He could only let out a sorrowful howl as he watched the five Ancestral Witches charge into the demon camp without hesitation, self-destructing their own bodies, which were equivalent to the golden bodies of quasi-sages.

Even SKT gives the players sitting on the bench a chance from time to time to keep their form.

Seeing Kong Xuan’s sword stance, the Great Virtuous True Man’s usually jovial, round face grew solemn. He gripped the short wooden staff, slowly closed his eyes, and danced the staff in his hand to draw the shadow of a lotus flower before slamming it downward with force. Truly, it was like a Vajra glaring in anger, a Wisdom King subduing demons.

Truth be told, the cast and crew felt a sense of pride after learning the television ratings.

"Caixia was trained by me personally. You still don't believe it? What else do you have to say now?" Yue Xiangxue stepped forward, her pretty face full of triumph.

He had injured countless of my ghost soldiers and three of my ghost generals, swindled me out of a treasure, and yet, damn it, he was still lecturing me on the etiquette of a guest.

Along the way, such hearty laughter erupted from the carriage that it startled the birds in the trees. The guards beside it remained expressionless, but their gazes had softened significantly.

But after that night, Xiangxiang never appeared again. When bold girls came to ask Xi Niang, she would feign ignorance and brush them off. As time passed, no one asked anymore, and the wealthy man stopped coming as well. To this day, no one knows his origins; some even joked that he must have run out of money and returned home to the countryside.

Biting the bullet, I handed the documents to the general manager, nodded to Lu Mochuan, and then stepped out.

The madam nodded and stopped lingering. "You two young masters, please continue enjoying the music. I won't disturb you any further!" After speaking, she glanced at "Qingyi" once more before confidently heading downstairs.

***

"Xiao Cheng, what exactly do you mean? Are you implying that Su Ying’s car accident was orchestrated by Zhen'er?" Lady Bai, though guilty, remained stubborn.

That night, the girls received many tips. Those who hadn't gained any benefits outside assumed their sisters had used every trick in the book to earn such rewards, not realizing they had received a large sum of silver just by saying a few words. The sisters kept their mouths shut, mentioning nothing of what happened in the room to anyone else. They were hoping the man would return, hoping for even more rewards.

I hesitated over whether to make another call, but in the end, I gave up and simply sent her a text message to let her know I was safe.

Deep in the night, Qi Hui woke up from a nightmare. The heavy quilt weighed on him, leaving him drenched in sweat. He instinctively raised his hand to push the quilt away, and the chill of the air made his body tense. He was fully awake now, and realized his hand could actually move.

If she were blind, at least he could keep her safely by his side, and he wouldn't have to worry about her being gone when he woke up.

But as soon as he surfaced, he was shrouded in a red light, wrapped inside and unable to move at all. Mu Yuncheng glanced at Lady Hua Qiong; he knew she was injured, and the fact that she had barely managed to perform the forbidden technique, accompanied by violent coughing, meant she had certainly damaged her heart and lungs.

With a sharp screech, a giant scavenger worm burst from the ground. Its front mouth suddenly opened toward Mu Yuncheng, its eight-petaled lips blooming like a flower, and it spat green slime from within.

Chen Fan looked at the old dean’s kind yet unfamiliar smile, certain it was his first time meeting the man. Yet, a man as powerful and prestigious as the hospital dean could have easily walked past him into the conference room, so why was he actively showing favor? What was going on here?

To break through to a physique like a dragon requires immense destiny; it is not a breakthrough easily achieved.