Volume One, Chapter 91: The Quarrel Begins

Shen Chaowu: "......"
Numb.
Truly numb.
Last time, it was the same—her dinner plans had been utterly ruined by Fu Ming.
This time, the situation was just as precarious.
Jin Yao's expression grew cold; he glanced up at Fu Ming's lazy, arrogant demeanor, sneered, and his eyes brimmed with disdain.
The two regarded each other with mutual disgust.
Shen Chaowu felt as if she were trapped inside a furnace.
To ensure Shao Tianze’s attention remained solely on her, she had to remove Song Yunjia from the equation.
The scene flickered, and the shards of a shattered porcelain bowl scattered across the floor appeared in view.
"If I hadn't lost all my inner strength, those two enemies would never have been my match. This time, I was simply too careless."
As Yan Feng pondered deeply, Helena and the Assault Trooper quietly ascended from the fourth floor. When they reached Yan Feng’s side and saw their admiral lost in thought, neither interrupted him. Instead, they exchanged stories of their encounters with Lele.
"Yes! I am afraid of dying! Because I don’t want to die with you!" My voice, shaken by the speeding car, revealed how difficult it was for me to breathe.
Given these chaotic times, no one could say who would have the last laugh, who would rule the martial world, or become the supreme leader of the realm.
That was a Firehorn, who ultimately never returned to his original world, but was shredded into fragments within the spatial rift.
And yet, she suddenly began to feel afraid—afraid of being perpetually helped and protected like this.
The flashbulbs popped, and the crowd erupted in cheers, their gazes fixed expectantly on the car. Soon, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in their sight, and then a tall figure stepped out, clad in a sleek, jet-black tailored suit, with features as refined as a painting, elegant and handsome.
Zhang Wuji used his mind to control the situation, directing him toward the Poison Dragon, conveying that Zhang Wuji had already infiltrated the army and was now hidden among the ranks.

He stepped forward, excitement evident, and performed a full prostration in front of Lu Changyao.
Because the Lakers had not defeated just any team—they had conquered the Heat, and did so at the start of the fourth quarter, when Chen Yu’s string of three-pointers sealed the outcome. This made everything more entertaining, full of intense drama.
Later, after much hardship, she bore triplets; the eldest died at birth, catching her utterly off guard. In the days that followed, few could threaten Lu Changyao anymore.
She closed her eyes, a cold smile on her lips; Lu Mingjue’s face was indifferent, but her expression carried subtle hints of disdain, unwillingness, fear, discomfort—and terror.
Time spent writing always slipped away unnoticed, immersed in characters and plot, oblivious to the passage of hours.
"Why are you gathering these people?" Ba Lie arched his brow. Even in Shangliang, witchcraft was forbidden; he couldn’t fathom what Xiao Zhen was up to.
The blaring horn sounded, and a large ship docked at Shengjing's grand wharf. One after another, a group of scholars disembarked, arriving to take their imperial exams. In recent years, Great Wei had flourished, but the most prosperous place remained its capital, Shengjing.
The man forced to kneel on the ground instinctively shrank his head, yet clenched his teeth, refusing to compromise in the slightest.
"So your cells are in such disrepair you don’t plan to fix them?" Chen Dong asked offhandedly.
"Is it... successful? Mr. Chen Dong, did you succeed?" Noticing this, Ellie’s eyes lit up with excitement as she asked.
He knew he truly could not bring himself to kill Gu Lingshan—he simply didn’t have the courage.
Such matters were headache-inducing; Gao Qiu could only set them aside for now and return home, likely needing to educate his adopted son once again.
Cultivating the Supreme Five Elements Breaking Method, the first priority is the mind. Without that awakening, like thunder reviving the earth in spring, no matter how high the skill’s grade, how abundant the world’s energy, or how plentiful the auxiliary treasures, one could not accomplish the reversal.
In the firelight, Gu Chenghui’s exquisite, peerless face was illuminated. In her sleep, she seemed unaware of anything, resting peacefully.
Athena was startled by Arthur’s sudden turn, overwhelmed and unsure how to react. Under his scrutinizing gaze, she instinctively wanted to cover herself, but recalling the events of the previous night, she gave up in resignation.
If she ever had the chance to visit her family, she would ask the matriarch herself why the gentle Grand Princess held such hatred for the Han family.
"The Path of Ruthlessness? It seems somewhat similar to my own method, though unless absolutely necessary, I would never choose it!" Hu Tian shook his head at Hongjun’s words; such a saint was not one he could accept.
He needed power—power strong enough to save Su Mu.

Moreover, nearly all the Celestial Lords had participated in the assault on the Wentian Immortal Sect, making their enmity with Xie Yun a blood feud.
"How did you do it?" Winnie asked, unable to contain her curiosity as she ate.
"Mistaken? Impossible! Aren’t you Mu Sheng? The third son of the Bei Hua Mu family? The son-in-law of the Ling family?" The 'Scorpion' interrogated repeatedly.
He was not alarmed at all, calmly adjusting his stance to see which bastard dared sneak onto his spaceship.
Yuan Siyue seemed almost mad, muttering to himself as he got out of the car, searching everywhere for a glimpse of Song Lexi, terrified she might do something reckless.
He looked nothing like his usual cold, suave, and debonair self.
Let this add to the richness of your life’s experience—this trip to Moscow would provide stories worth retelling for years to come.
His subtle movements underfoot clearly signaled to me that, among the six beasts of life, one must stay true to oneself but also adapt to circumstances.
Ji Yun's expression turned excited; he had long wanted a spirit beast companion, but his father wouldn’t allow it.
Suddenly, from the center of the dance, a peerless beauty soared forth. She wore a jade-green gown, adorned with peacock plumes and a shimmering beaded veil, breathtakingly lovely. Her sleeves fluttered, scattering countless petals that drifted through the air, swaying and trailing delicate fragrance.
Heaven had not treated her poorly; though an accident had taken her parents, it had granted her a remarkable body and battle talent.
The basics were fixed, but if squeezed, there could be more. Still, reaching the goal of over a billion was far off.
He hurriedly drove the carriage, biting into an osmanthus cake so delicious he wished he could swallow his tongue; the rest he couldn’t bear to eat.
The sword light struck Zhang Fan’s head, sending sparks flying, while Feng Yongchang was hurled far away, a look of disbelief on his face.