Volume One, Chapter 104: I Was Wrong!

Standing on the stone steps, Wen Xuyu still found herself half a head shorter than the man before her.

“Why did you come here to eat?”

Bian Xunzhou’s brows and eyes were sharp as blades. He swept a glance at the greasy, chaotic table, clearly disapproving.

Street food’s hygiene was dubious; what if it harmed her health?

But Wen Xuyu misunderstood his intent, her gaze cool and distant. “Don’t worry, the child won’t be affected!”

“I...” Bian Xunzhou pressed his thin lips tightly together, his dark eyes fixed unwaveringly on the woman before him.

Though he had already admitted to himself that he liked Wen Xuyu, the words remained lodged in his throat, impossible to voice. He would never directly reveal his concern for her.

He drew a silent breath, his tall figure casting a shadow, his broad hand...

Just then, from within the Western Sea Palace, a cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining rushed out.

Feng Bao’s old excuses against him had been dismantled by Lin Zhuo one by one. His reputation still burned brightly, though it no longer possessed its former purity, settling into a measured balance—seven parts praise, three parts criticism.

Chen Xi, following the system’s instructions, transferred all her internal magic to Division One’s Number One.

“Hiss...” Lin Zhuo stood on one leg, clutching his throbbing foot, suppressing a gasp of pain.

They all remembered how Meng Luo’s first round with the Vagabond had slaughtered his way through—an inhuman feat.

He didn’t dwell on it, but the sheer number of his subordinates and the direction in which he charged instantly caused both sides to misinterpret his actions. In tacit agreement, they rallied their men and surged toward Robinson.

Shuai Rui Guang’s health had nearly bottomed out; if he didn’t use Flash to escape, Meng Luo needed only to stun him and then finish him off with a basic attack and Q skill, ignited.

Hearing this, the three princes felt as if a weight had lifted from their shoulders, their bodies suddenly lighter. But then, they sensed the murderous intent emanating from Chen Xi.

Researching chips was no longer something a local government could handle. It required the state’s funding, personnel, and technology, as well as the involvement of well-capitalized private enterprises.

What kind of gaze was that? No coldness, no calm, no anger, not even a hint of killing intent.

“Husband, I’m sorry—I always use you as an outlet. But because you are my husband, tormenting you is like tormenting myself.” She lowered her head in silent sorrow.

Luo Qingyan thought that her stint as an instructor might be the only military experience she would ever have. In her past life, she had been a soldier, sweating and bleeding alongside her comrades, ultimately giving her life for her country.

Qi Zhiyuan listened to his father’s words, increasingly convinced that his father truly had his best interests at heart regarding Yile.

Su Yile snapped out of her thoughts, a faintly odd feeling lingering as she quietly headed toward the elevator.

Besides, Ling Muchen loved An An so deeply. He was his rival in love—showing him any kindness would be strange indeed.

Did she even know that her dismissal was an order from the education bureau, delivered urgently last night, requiring it to be carried out this morning?

At the Xia family home, Mother Xia sat restlessly on the sofa, surrounded by nearly all the household staff, all nervously watching the screen. This was the final award—Best Actress and Best Actor would soon be revealed.

Chu Luowei had never cared about others’ opinions, but what mattered now was that Qiao Wei Ya had never initiated a hug with him before. Today, she had hugged him, and Chu Luowei found it very strange.

Luo Qingyan steadied herself and joined everyone in the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Some dishes needed to be started right away, under her guidance.

But this time, for Chu Luoning’s sake, he pulled strings, found her, and arranged two days off for her.

At that moment, Lin Ping, sword in hand, walked to Qingfengzi's side. After a month of Qingfengzi’s patient guidance, Lin Ping’s sword aura had grown ever more intense, her bearing ever more noble. From afar, she seemed like a celestial noblewoman, to be admired but never profaned.

The stone slowly floated toward the Blackwater River. As it hovered above the river, everyone sensed a powerful force desperately pulling it downward.

Jia Tianwei understood well that Guihai Chuhong was no ordinary man. To scheme against him was akin to bargaining with a tiger—one could be devoured at any moment. But if he could truly control him, then the entire Western Region would be his. This was the pursuit of fortune amid risk.

As the palm struck, the power of the fifth realm of Spiritual Absorption surged grandly. All but the disciples of the Cangyan Valley changed color.

I was slightly stunned. What did Master Zhao mean by “the end of the line”? Even if all the disciples of the Burial Gate died here, at most it would break Tong Palace. It hardly meant the Burial Gate would be finished.

The Li family members were all delighted, exchanging glances full of anticipation, waiting to see how Xu Chen would resolve matters.

Suddenly, Hong Yu felt a gaze as venomous as a serpent fixed upon him, sending a sharp chill down his spine.

“Heh, what did you say about me? Are you going to apologize and make some promises?” Tian Yu replied nonchalantly.

The entire crowd seemed bewitched, listening intently to the story, saying not a word.

Though everyone had anticipated these developments, the reality was far more shocking—a soul-deep impact only truly felt when witnessed firsthand.

“Fourth sister, don’t forget you already have plenty of clothes—more than you could ever wear. Why envy others?” Wen Yu Zhi spoke gently.