Volume One Chapter 53: The Initiated Kiss

“Sir?” The butler Du couldn’t help but exclaim, seeing the man who was supposed to be on a business trip abroad. When had he returned?

On the bed, Bian Xunzhou also suddenly opened his eyes, the cold black depths still clouded by sleep. He raised a finger to his lips. “Shh.”

Du understood immediately, bowed, and quietly withdrew from the room, unable to conceal the smile on her face. It seemed she had worried for nothing. The relationship between sir and madam was still quite good!

Without delay, she told the servants cleaning downstairs to stop their work, lest they disturb the two upstairs.

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Wen Xuyu awoke with the strange feeling of being watched. Her lashes fluttered, and she instinctively turned over to grope for her phone, as if she had suddenly remembered something...

But to seek wealth, one must dare peril. To defeat an opponent clearly stronger than herself, she had no choice but to take risks. Would a large institution really make a foolish move? When PMI data was about to be released, wouldn’t they have their own numbers and probabilities? Several dozen basis points had already come out—would they really dare to pull another bullish candlestick at this point?

In just a few days, she had grown thinner. Reclining weakly on the bed, even speaking made her breathless, her throat issuing low asthmatic wheezes. If one didn’t know she was seriously ill, it would have been frightening.

A powerful impact tore through my chest, an endless pain flooding me as gunshots rang at my ears, and Lin Dieyu and Shen Yi’s voices called out, but they sounded farther and farther away.

In the vast Prince’s Mansion, who hadn’t noticed the feelings Jade Flawless held for her? Even if Hua Xuanji had the lowest emotional intelligence, she could still see it. Yet... the reason she neither revealed it nor allowed Jade Flawless to confess was because she believed she was unworthy of him.

He was a bald man in his thirties, with a cold, vulture-like gaze. His weapon was a heavy-backed saber, and he attacked with savage force from the moment he appeared.

The rice along the Ba River had turned a deep gold; from a distance, both banks glowed like fields of pure gold, dazzling in the sunlight.

Liu Xuanji had no intention of speaking; a faint smile hung at her lips, and her alluring gaze swept back and forth over them, making the four disciples behind Daoist Li increasingly uneasy.

“You never used to talk like a nouveau riche, nor make veiled criticisms, much less shirk responsibility,” Zhan Feng accused.

Moheduo had replaced his nephew Shili Kehan as Khagan of the Western Turks and had submitted to the Tang Empire.

“What do you mean, what do you want from me?” Mo Mo was frantic now, in no mood to listen to the Ice Demon Bird’s ramblings.

“I trust you’ve already heard. In the face of Consort Han’s accusations, have you anything to say?” The Empress Dowager asked coolly, all her earlier tenderness gone.

Luan Yun’gao was struck by fighting energy, and like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the three young masters behind him, knocking them all over in a heap.

Mu Jinghong had already been escorted out of the capital; now only Gong Chuyue remained in prison. Mu Luo had been lenient with the Seventh Princess, but at Situ Qianchen’s insistence, handed the right of judgment to him.

At this moment, a smile also appeared on Zhuge Yulin’s face. With these four thousand men, annexing the surrounding forces would no longer be a problem.

“How could it be…” Xu Liang’s heart tightened with anxiety. He quickly served himself a bowl and took a sip.

She lingered there for half a day, letting the gentle breeze play with her robes, and slowly, Zhuo Tian’s sorrow was eased by its soft caress.

Tan Luo could not guess what the Emperor was thinking, inwardly sighing that his fox-like mind was as unfathomable as a needle at the bottom of the sea.

As her words fell, several streaks of luminous blades shot forth, instantly reducing the vase at the door to powder, leaving not a trace.

The main hall was now empty, with only Zhuo Tian and Luo Fei remaining. Some of the braver disciples who had fled did not immediately leave.

After replying to a few messages, Su Xianyu was momentarily stunned when Yan Nuo volunteered to test her cultivation aptitude, but quickly agreed.

To find traces of Jiang Yan’s youthful self, she decided to scroll through his social media for inspiration.

“All right, you go on out. I have something to discuss with your father,” Gu Bolin waved Liang Tianze away.

“The terrain there is complicated and not easy to ambush. If changing the location benefits us too much, they won’t come,” Jiang Yao observed shrewdly.

She turned to look at Jiang Seqiu, who was loitering at the door. Her cool, clear gaze froze Jiang Seqiu in place.

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Because during the day, word had already reached everyone in the village that Chen Hu had found that yin-yang master who could resolve their ancestral tomb’s problem.

Suddenly, a crowd of guards rushed out on all sides, each gripping sword or blade, their eyes fixed on Dong Zhuo like tigers.

Who would have thought that Dong Prime Minister, infamous for his ruthlessness, would actually display a sense of patriotism?

Praise brings joy to the heart, and fans’ enthusiastic flattery can make these celebrities positively beam with pride.

The other three didn’t believe it either. Each fled in a different direction, and in a blink, they reached the edge of the Mountain and Sea Map.

Clutching Zhu Tianlun’s backpack tightly, this was their fate. They had tried, struggled, but could not escape. This was retribution—retribution for humanity’s heedless greed and plunder, though few witnessed it, and even fewer were awakened from their madness.

One of the greatest difficulties for players practicing planting was acquiring seeds. The system only sold the most basic types; all others had to be procured by the players themselves. Who would have thought a tree demon would drop seeds? The team’s ruthless Joyless was instantly delighted—her secondary profession was planting.

Another mouthful of blood gushed forth, but the smile on Nie Feng’s face only grew more radiant. An unusual aura began to spread around him, causing Huo Ling and the Emperor Yan to frown deeply.

“I’ll carry you,” Wujiang said before Hua Xi could finish, and, not allowing her to refuse, crouched down in front of her.

The old man’s surname was Ouyang, given name Jingzhi, and he was the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate. Of course, with the Right Censor-in-Chief’s position vacant, the Censorate was essentially his domain.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Zhu Zhu became busier than ever, escorting her grandparents back to L City for the holiday, dragging her mother along to visit all their relatives, and preparing gifts for each, of course.

Such was the immense power of a sacred artifact—irresistible temptation for any cultivator. If Ye Canxue weren’t human, she might really have accepted this rare treasure.

Feigning reluctance, but unable to refuse the Longqing Emperor, Shen Chongming perched awkwardly on the edge of his seat, inwardly elated. Such treatment—over the past century, only Yan Song and his venerable teacher had ever received it.

Since Third Uncle said so, Nie Feng slowly withdrew his aura. He now understood that, despite all his advanced martial skills and King-level patterns, when it came to fighting those at the Soul-Tempering stage, he still had a long way to go.

The National Army’s firepower was fierce. Since it was only an enemy infantry battalion, without their heavy weapons, their firepower was actually inferior to the National Army’s.